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Chapter 3
After about a half hour of vent travel, Dementa stopped at the entrance to a computer room. She could hear a slig in there, so she sat tight and waited patiently for him to leave.. After a few minutes he did leave and Dementa opened the vent grate and slipped out, carefully ensuring there wasn’t any cameras and other sligs in the room.
Seeing the cost was clear, she hopped into one of the computer chairs and started hacking….
Some time later Dementa was still looking through the files and getting frustrated.
You mean they don’t have any new plans!? Dementa thought with a slight snarl, They are always thinking up something!
“What der we have here?” a brass voice suddenly boomed, making her jump. Dementa jumped out of the chair and whirled around to see who was speaking: It was an Armored Big Bro.
"Stay away." She said, warningly as she took a couple of steps back, her back arched in threatening posture, "I don't want to hurt you."
The Big Bro laughed, his brass voice echoing around the room.
"How can a pretty lass like yerself hurt me?" he asked, unconcerned, "Not only am I bigger then yer and covered in armor...but yer jus' a weak little lass...pretty but weak." He added, tauntingly.
Dementa's eyes narrowed as she took another step back as the Big Bro advanced. If there was anything other then the curse, her life and the Cartel that she hated...it was sexists. She took yet another step back, not out of fear or intimation, but to put more space between her and the brute so she had a little more time to figure out how to get herself out of this mess, without resorting to using her 'harm touch'. She felt her tail brush up against something hard and cold and she took a quick glance back to see that she had back herself into a corner.
Damn! Stupid Stupid! she thought, mentally kicking herself. With more then 300 years of life behind her she knew better then that. But it was too late now the Big Bro had obviously noticed her dilemma and advanced a bit quicker, intending to keep her cornered and trapped.
She looked frantically, she knew she couldn't win in a straight on fight, and the Big Bro's armor covered most of his body, leaving very little exposed skin that she could touch, making her harm touch virtually useless in this case. She would just vault over this creep...but the ceiling was only 10 feet from the floor, not exactly favoring her 7 foot tall frame to successfully leap over a 9 foot tall Big Bro.
Her mind reeled, knowing there had to be a way out of this mess; the vent shaft was too far away...and even if it was close enough the brute would be on her before she got in it completely. The computer desk she was sitting at just moments before blocked the left side and the Big Bro was partly blocking the right side.
Then an idea came to her and she crotched down, the muscles in her legs tense. She could see the Big Bro's eyes narrow under his mask, trying to figure out what she was about to do. She smiled and suddenly started moving toward the right side. The Big Bro moved to stop her, as she thought he would, so she suddenly changed directions and went left, using the greater speed and agility her kind had over him. She leaped onto the desk and ran across it, too fast for the Big Bro to follow, then turned again heading toward the door.
"See ya Fatty!" She taunted as she ran out the door, the Big Bro bellowing in fury. She would have taken the vent...but the Big Bro had been too close. So instead she ran down the hall and ducked into the shadows and rested a moment, pondering her next move.
Suddenly the lights turned red and a siren sounded, its wail causing her to wince.
Damn...the creep set off the alarm...I should have expected that. she thought with a sneer; that was the second mistake in less then 10 minutes, This is not turning out to be my day....
She knew that if she wanted to get out now without getting caught she would have to move even more carefully. Whether or not she was shot or not didn't matter to her...for to her death was only a temporary thing; a 'side-effect' of the curse. She wanted to avoid getting caught at all costs, for she knew those blasted Vykkers would find a way to torture her without her harm touch affecting them.
I need to find another vent shaft... she thought as she cautiously slipped out of the shadows and ran down the hall, the siren and flashing red lights still going….
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