Threats from within.

[Exile]

[font=Agency FB]'Comunications outpost Alpha-Twelve, this is supply ship Zeta-Sixteen, requesting permission to land over.'
'Standy for comfirmation Zeta-Sixteen.....Roger that, supply ship Zeta-Sixteen, you are cleared to land over.'

She got us in. Julie got us into a Rheinland Military comunications outpost. Just like that? 'How did you...' 'Friends in high places', she responded before I could finish my sentance. Still abit surprised, I looked out of the window. Potsdam had no atmosphere and was thus not much to look at..A big floating rock in space, with several tiny little structures covering it. We were headed for a small one located on the eastern side of the moon. Julie said that the place had two or three men in it, nothing more. We flew into the airlock and touched down. 'Pressurising'. It took a short minute before we were able to open the doors. I wanted to step outside but was quickly told otherwise. 'What, are you crazy? Head down to the cargo hold. Bring me one of those rifles, grab a pistol for yourself and bring that little glowing circly ball thing from that chest you were toying around with. We're gonna need it.' she said.

I gathered up the gear and went upstairs again. Rifle, ammunition, pistol, I never dreamed about actualy hurting or killing some one. I suppose it's for the best, I mean, the masters would never let us do something like this without purpose. The purple metalic ball had turned into something resembling a normal piece of round-shaped metal inside my pocket. I had seen objects like this in this state before, during training. (One of my knuckles still hurts...) I wondered how it was going to be activated this time.

I stepped out of the Behemoth and onto the deck of the station. Julie stood leaning against the slide door giving entrance towards the hallway. I handed her the rifle and she pointed at my pocket. A brief moment after, I heard a voice in my head. 'It's activated'. The ball started to glow and resumed its orbit around my hand. 'Good. Seems like its working. You're going to need that incase things get ugly. I'll handle myself', Julie said. I had no clue as to what Julie was talking about, but felt kind of...Secure, with that little glowing thing orbiting my hand, and slowly advancing up my entire body. 'Let's get a move on'.

Hallway, turn, hallway, right turn, stop. That was all there was to it. No doors, no cameras, no turrets, nothing. We stopped at a splitsing, there was one door infront of us and another to the left. 'You take that one,' Julie said and pointed at the one to the left. 'Should be only one guy'. 'W-wait! What should I do with him then?' 'Well, what do you think? Cuddle? Just go in there, I'll wait here. The first time can be abit...difficult.'

With a scared look on my face and shaking hands I walked into the room. Two bunk beds, a table with an ashtray, shot glasses, a few cards and a photograph of a woman holding a girl, not older than seven. The door slid close behind me and did so with a loud 'KLING', waking the only other man in the room. 'Eindringling! Eindringling!', He shouted and grabbed his gun, raised it, and pulled the trigger.

'Zeeouw'. Some sort of shield stopped the blast. The guard stood there, surprised. He quickly recovered himself and fired again. Once more the shield stopped him. Again, he fired. Again, and again. I just stood there with my eyes squeezed close in fear. Realizing his gun was useless, the soldier stopped firing, grabbed the gun by its barrel and ran onto me. And then something...happened. I opened my eyes, grabbed the pistol and pulled the trigger in a split second. 'Ka-tching'. A twelve milimeter bullet flew out of the pistol's barrel and into the guard's left chest. The bullet came out back, taking huge splatters of blood with it and sending them straight towards the table, onto the picture.' After a few seconds, I realised what I had just done. I had killed a man. I, Lily GeoCer had killed a man doing his job.

It took me a few moments to collect myself, the ball still orbited me and the pistol was still in my hand. I placed it back onto my belt and walked towards the table. The photograph still lay there, somewhat covered in blood. You could still see the woman's face, and that of the girl. I picked it up and started to look at it. It had a few words on the back. 'Lieben dich...Maria'. I had just killed a man, forcing him to leave behind a loving wife or girfriend, and most probaply a young daugther...Just the thought of it... I placed the photograph in my pocket and headed back onto the hallway where I was greeted by Julie. 'Why didn't you-' 'Help?', She interrupted me. 'Because of this'. She raised her rifle, and unloaded an entire magazine worth of plasma on which I thought was going to be me. I covered my face (as if that's gonna help anyway...) but the shield stopped every single one of her shots. The rifle was reloaded as it gave of a slight 'pssshhh....'. 'We all get these on our first assignments. Virtualy impossible to penetrate', she continued. 'Virtually?!' I almost shouted.'Yes, virtually. Now stop complaining and follow me.'

There was only one door left. The one that according to Julie led to the comm-room. She started to walk with her freshly loaded rifle, and braged into the room guns blazing. One, two, three, four, five, six...Six shots and it was over. I chased after, thinking she was mortaly wounded or possibly even dead, but instead, instead I found her holding the one guard that was still somewhat alive (the other one..well...Lost his..erm, thoughts? You get the picture.) by his collar. 'Wer...W-w-wer sind sie!' he hissed in dread. 'Stop complaining and do as I tell you! That console, your password, now!' Julie commanded. She dragged him to the console, placed him infront of it and put her rifle to his head. 'Pass.Word.' 'Aber-Aber!' he muttered. She grabbed his hand, placed it on the desk and shot it several times. The man screamed in agony. 'PASSWORD. LAST TIME!'
Almost crying, he entered the password with his one working hand. (Been there...) 'Danke', Julie said. She lowered her rifle, aimed it towards the head of the guard and pulled the trigger. Done. We had killed a total of three people, for what? 'We might not be able to constantly monitor their communications, but atleast we can take these.' 'These?' I replied. 'Yes, these. Encrypted files with matching decryption codes. Plus some other information, god knows what's on them.' She connected the computer to some sort of portable device she had around her belt and transferred all the data onto it. 'Right, that's that. Let's go.'

We walked back to the Behemoth without (again) any form of resistance, stepped aboard, depressurised the docking bay and took off. The Behemoth's HUD shew a small envelope sign on its upper right screen. 'You go take a nap,' Julie said. 'I'll take care of this'.

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