Completely forgot to post this one.
Jones felt the rumble under her magboots. She knew what it was.
She ran as fast as she could to her quarters. Everyone else was running to the arms lockers and strapping on their gear. The soldiers were on automatic. They were doing what they were trained to do.
And so was she.
Jones locked the door behind her and walked over to her bed. She sat down and took off her jacket. She took out her knife and jabbed into her wrist, and drew the blade up her arm.
The com-code was embedded into a tissue graft. Tearing it out was agonizing but the situation had gotten out of hand, and there was no longer any choice.
She slapped the bloody gristle down on a table before using some first aid glue to seal up the wound. She would have to wait to mop up the blood.
She put her radio on top of the extracted flesh. It pulsed and quivered like a frightened worm before wrapping itself around the machine and impregnating it with the codes.
Jones snapped up the radio and pressed the link. She wasn’t sure if they could hear her or not- this was a one way, one time signal. But she had to try. “Base, we have a problem.”
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