Killing the Knight

[Eris]

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Albey's eyebrows signalled anger and inquiry. Reaser was the one that was to blame for breaking cover? And.. Young was her agent? The crying wimp in her front. Albey didn't hit that hard, in her mind. This was not a soldier. Or an agent. She bent too easily, too fast. Someone devoted to their objective would rather break than bend. Her nose twitched. And it smelled wrong. She placed her boot on top of Young's mouth and signalled to be silent with a raised finger.

"And how do you know I'm not one, Young?" She slightly pressed the boot over her mouth. "Pitty we don't have the time." She removed her boot from Young's mouth and offered her hand to help her up. Teary eyed Young was afraid for the first couple of seconds, but Albey did her best to reassure her with a welcoming hand gesture.

As Young took her hand and rose to her feet, Albey locked her arm behind her back and covered her mouth, before she could scream. Young was somewhat strong for someone so scrawny. Albey just grinned in the struggle and shoved a knee in her back, hitting the kidneys full on. The sudden loss of strength allowed her to grapple as she was taught back in the Ground Forces, her hands and forearms starting pressing the jugular veins. Young still struggled some more, but the hold was firm, allowing the air to freely flow to her lungs, but cutting off the blood to the brain. Twenty seconds later, Young was on the floor, her lights out but still breathing, hipoxia clearly set in her brain.

Taking her time to bind her properly, she gagged the unconscious woman, and breathed in when it was done. Young would wake up in just a couple of minutes, with a splitting headache. Yet Albey's issued exfiltration didn't took in account a plus one. "Well... Sh**." She couldn't leave Young alive here. Albey's cover would be exposed, and all of this would had been for naught. The intel she had was even more important, she reminded herself as she placed her hand in her chest, where the datastick was. She looked at the room, absently minded, shaking her head at the situation. Her eyes suddenly fixated in a small hazmat container. Big enough for a human. Built to endure outer space for a couple of hours. Perfect. Eyeing the unconscious Young up and down, a small grin couldn't be avoided. She walked towards the small safety cabinet, common in warships, where a couple of oxygen masks were, with more than enough air for twenty minutes.

Young eyes groggily opened, with a headache pounding her sides. She couldn't move her arms or legs. Or talk. She tried to move and look around. Albey's grinning face showed up over her. "Hi. You're in a box. Have some breathers." Two oxygen masks fell over her without ceremony. "Now, you and me, we're going for a ride. Outside." Albeys eyes narrowed, carrying an implied threat. "This box will protect you from freezin' your ass and exploding like a bag of meat, so keep your hands to yourself." Young's eyes opened in fear. What was this woman planning?

Albey reached down and removed the wrist restraints. Winking at Young, she said while closing the lid of the box. "Buckle up." Darkness filled the box, and Young removed the gag. Breathing heavily, she hurriedly caught the oxygen masks and placed one in her face, preparing herself for whatever Albey was planning.

Exhaling slowly, Albey looked at the small blast window that now sported the LA-78M synced to a small trigger in her hand. Her plan didn't placed Knight in danger but only the two occupants in the room. She placed all the contents that weren't stuck to the walls between them and the window, but the relatively close distance to the explosive could dictate a blasting finale to her life. Albey shook her head. She was commited, impossible to turn back now. Grabbing her helmet, the small suit hud flared to life. "Fu**". Her oxygen reserve was at 27%. Estimated time: 13 minutes worth of air. She resigned herself and locked it on, hiding behind the hazmat container. One extra layer of protection between her and the blowout. If Young would die in this, it wouldn't be a big loss in her eyes. Albey could try and pin herself to the wall and wait out the exit of the loose debris, but the security systems would bring down the blast walls to stop the depressurization of this section of the Harmony. One second was all she had, and the speed she would be sucked out to space almost guaranteed success on that end. The force of it and bumping into the walls and debris however dictated an almost certain death on the other.

Steeling herself, she rose the remote trigger in her hand, and smirked to herself. Mud grunts lived for these moments.
"Well Harmony, been a blast." Albey clicked it and her world flipped upside down.