Lazarus (Frost Stone)

[Vaelin]

Sibling reunion

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Not everything had gone as expected. The gas had done its job but only on one of the occupants. The chemicals that lingered in the air held no ill effect on S-17, the most he did show as a reaction to it was an initial sneeze. There was a contingency of course. The second layer of blast doors open revealing the same agents that had subdued him the first time, the two sought to align their rifle to intercept him. A round released from one of the gun’s chambers. The shot would have hit its mark had S-17 not ducked and weaved to the right sending the shot over his left shoulder. Using his right hand to push off the wall he rolled forward as the second round scorched the wall. Rising from the roll S-17 brought both his hands up at the underside of the rifles and caused the ends of the rifle to strike both the men’s heads. He had learned his lesson from the first time they had done this to him and he wasn’t particularly interested in reliving it. The two men had tried to react but with the speed at which S-17 had moved the effort was merely rendered futile. S-17 had neglected to take one of the weapons being that it was something he was unfamiliar with and thus not entirely comfortable using. He dragged the two to rest alongside Clary where some of the gas was still lingering ensuring that they’d remain under. He had remained on the verge of the blast door to prevent himself from being locked in. With the two agents added to the other section the blast door would activate sealing him off from them. A faint humming brought his attention up toward the ceiling, forgoing any previous decision he picked up the nearby rifle. The panels of the ceiling gave way with the turrets dissention; it turned towards the subject just as a shot rang out. The stun round impacted the turret overloading its circuits. S-17 let out a soft sigh and turned his gaze down the passageway seeing that it ended in a T section, he took five minutes of respite to familiarize himself with the weapon before moving. Silently he moved having mimicked the posture the two agents had before hand. As progress was being made he put more dependence on his hearing to alert him to future dangers.

Richards gaze remained fixed on the terminal tensely. Subject 17 had been proving himself more and more of a complication. Malevolence entered his mind twisting his thoughts to desiring 17’s death, although he paused and played the previous situation over in a loop. The incentive of opportunity would further dissuade him from his previously pessimistic thoughts, he just needed a lynch pin. Richard setup a pathway that lead S-17 to S-16 and S-9. Meanwhile Richard assigned a team to retrieve Clary and he two agents, another door had blocked S-17 from returning thus making retrieving them trivial, although Clary was already waking, from what he could see on the terminal. Zipping up his uniform full and heading down the hall way, he made his way toward where Clary was with the intent to talk to her first.
The first sight that his eyes were drawn to was not the few medical crew tending to the three previously unconscious personal, but it was towards the disabled turret. He paused for a small moment under it observing where the shot hand landed, one of the lesser armored pieces of the emplacement, so he was quick to assess. His hand moved through his hair as a sigh escaped his lips and his attention down casted to Clary, with two fingers he beckoned her over.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Clary’s voice held a underlying tone of nervousness, what was more prominent was that of anger. Likely towards herself at her mistake.
“Don’t worry about it.” Richard said dismissively as she approached him, he turned and she followed. “What I wanted to talk to you about is you providing further assistance.” He held up his hand to dissuade her from any outburst. “I am aware of what took place, however I don’t believe the situation changed dramatically. He saw an opportunity and took it.”
Clary seethed in silence for a moment and did her best to dispel it with an exhale. “With undue respect, I don’t feel comfortable with this, I want reassurances to my safety before I am even to consider this. If you can’t provide that, then my answer is no.” Her tone gave no hint that she would accept any rebuke, so Richard merely nodded diplomatically.
“We will need time for preparation.” A tone of defeat escaping from him as he came to a stop and turned to face her. “For now, go rest. I will contact you when you’re needed.” Leaving her no time to make a reply, he shut the door between them and moved back to the console.

S-17 treaded carefully into the enclosure, he knew what it was exactly. What was inside here however was worth far more to him than his freedom. Methodically he progressed throughout the enclosure disabling any surveillance equipment or anything that looked out of place. It took a few hours but had downed enough of the equipment that he didn’t feel like he as being watched. Previously he found tracks while he had been going about his business, It was now these tracks he followed.
It took only a brief time until he found the two subjects, his attention turning directly to the female. He approached her without pause, he warped his arms around her tightly, his twin. S-17 moved a hand out to pull the young boy into the hug, ruffling his hair affectionately. Relief flooded through S-17 although as S-16’s hand came up to 17’s check she could feel the heat radiating off him, she frowned in discontent. S-16 sought to lead him towards the waterfall feature. Pressing him towards the water in determination. Despite whatever protests S-17 made S-16 would be win in the end and he moved into the water where the coldest part was.

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