Page 20 of Ruled By Their Desires

Mind made up, she used an Indian trick to show where she was going. To most people it would have been a bunch of sticks, but her quad knew better. Then took off moving slowly from cover to cover, never exposed. It took her nearly two hours to get to the nearest spot at the fence. That meant 8 hours max to scout the place out. Checking the fence no longer had electricity, she dumped her camo blanket in cover marking it, running for the fence, forcing herself under and through it, stopping behind what was left of a box of some kind inside the perimeter. She caught her breath, looking for the next spot.

Slowly checking she hadn’t been seen, she made a move. Running from hiding spot to hiding spot taking it all in. Luckily there was plenty of debris scattered about that no one seemed bothered about. It no longer looked like a smart military operation, that was for sure. All these missiles were meant to be decommissioned.

How had this been missed?

Scrambling through another fence she reached the inner compound.

There were KC’s all over the place and that gave her a moment of hesitation. Pausing, taking some much-needed calming breath, she double downed on her anxiety waiting for a break in the action and ran to behind a power supply, then walked like the other humans with her head slightly down, walking with purpose around the compound going deeper. Grabbing a jacket left laying around, she slipped it on hiding again for a bit checking around her, revaluating her direction and target, then walked out once more repeating the pattern, taking cover, walking again taking it all in, looking for the best spot. Hiding. Walking. Taking cover. Counting her steps between each, noting her direction. Moving steadily around, she headed for a building on the edge of the perimeter of the main structure.

Having reached it, beelined for a more obscured side stopping by a window. She bent down low, knowing she was on full view of the North side. There was no action in the compound on this side, but she was in full view of the hill. A hill that had Marcus and his team in it. She swallowed.

He was going to shit a brick when he found out….

She couldn’t think about that now and cautiously looked in the window finding it was empty offices. An open door, on the other side of the room led to a corridor off it. Moving she noticed an exit down from the window. An old Emergency Exit. Pulling on it slightly trying not to make any noise, it gave and much to her surprise opened.

Not one to ignore a gift horse and checking it wasn’t rigged she entered quickly, securing it behind her and hugged the wall with the window out of sight of the open door to the corridor listening, controlling her breathing. She heard and caught glimpses of KC’s moving up and down it, so did several small groups of humans.

They were…. chatting. Like a walk in the park. WTF! They seemed to be helping them. Willingly. KCs were making small talk! It was strained and odd but they were trying to look human.

Jesus!

That threw her for a second. She listened in harder and moved to a better position so she could hear and see better. They were talking about applications, security, timing, who goes where, answering KC questions on work they were carrying out. She couldn’t have been more surprised if someone had popped out in a tutu.

Seriously! What the fuck? They were helping them…

Staying put, she caught pieces of conversations from all those coming and going picking up lots of intel.

Holy shit...

It was clear these humans were working with the KC and happy to do it. What they were talking about was clearly about the destruction of the human race.

Were they nuts? How did they think they were going to escape it?

And why the hell were they helping?

Whatever it was, these humans posed another risk to the rest of the human race. Seeing half her time was gone, once clear, she moved down the corridor following after the latest group of humans taking in what was in each room as she went making a mental note. Finding the main entrance to the silo’s underground complex wasn’t difficult. It was well marked in old school signs, but it wasn’t the original. The original was now a death trap of epic proportions. By then, she’d seen enough and wasn’t going to push her luck.

Slowly she made her way back through the building, ducking into room after room when someone came towards her, finally making it to the room and entrance she’d used to get in. Checking the outside was clear, she made her exit. Moving again as if she belonged there and never more relieved, to be crawling under a fence to the other side and through bushes a little while later, throwing her camo over her heading slowly back up a hill staying to the cover.

She got two thirds there when Hawk sounded to her left. Comet to her right. Giving the signal she kept going until back at her original hiding spot. Spike and Crash not looking happy waiting for her. No one spoke as she got her breath back and they all silently started the march towards their vehicle stop point.

She could feel how annoyed her uncles were. She got it. But it needed to be done. They now had several pieces of valuable information and that was her job.

Keeping up the same steady forced pace breaking every hour for her to grab 10 before moving on again, she quietly passed on all the information she’d found. The layout, the movements, what was where. By the time they were entering the area of the drop off point, she was spent. Walking in the last 200 yards before laying on the floor looking at heaven for salvation breathing heavily. Then closing her eyes trying to calm down. She might also have been guilty of taking a little nap. But what the hell, she’d just run a marched marathon. Twice.

When she opened them again, a little sleepy, it was Marcus, not the quad looking down on her waiting for her to wake up.

“You want to explain that shit?” he hissed, it woke her up real fast.

Couldn’t they have a conversation standing like normal people?

“Look, it was clear to me there was more going on down there than we knew about okay. Also, we’d no idea if the plans we had were actually still good. The silo yes but we didn’t know if the missile was still there or if the other buildings were the same or the entrance. We needed that information for the raid and if needed I could pose as a friendly human. None of you were gonna pass for anything other than what you are, SC. In fact, on seeing that you should have ordered me in, but you didn’t did you?

She stared at him and was sure he was griding his teeth, but she was right. He should have ordered her in if she was part of this team. It was the logical choice but he’d not done it.

She stewed. “On that note, the humans are there willingly, so any you encounter, pose a risk, likely will fight with them. They can’t be trusted. They know it’s a nuke and don’t care. I also found the silo entrance is not where the original lifts were and those have booby traps set every 10 metres from the front gates and throughout the old access building, so that’s a defo no. I paced it out, the guys have it. My entry point was good and clear with access to the silo. My entrance point at the fences won’t be any good for a full attack, too slow. And they know we’re coming. The fence is not electrified, the cameras are not working. But security is being increased. The guys have the details.”

Marcus crouched down grabbed some of her hair and slipped it through his fingers. “You trying to get yourself killed Moon?” She didn’t say anything while he played with her hair. “You know I can’t allow that. Do it again…..,” he told her quietly. “And I will fuck your ass after, I’ve tanned it.”

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