Orchestrated
- Lester B
- Oct 6, 2021
- 4 min read
Everything was going according to plan, all pawns set, with no sign of trouble.
Syd, on the rooftop of the Vivitro Lab waited for a sign from her constituent, senses taught, spotlighting the seasoned professional she was. A blue light flickered from the peripheral of her vision and she sprang into action. Her long legs bounding as she utilized the grappling gun from her hip, shooting upwards to the adjacent building, where the blue light had originated. Jumping from the platform, trusting her tools of the trade, the hook flung towards the masonry. A flash of adrenalin strengthening her vessel, while her security tethered to stone, an exercise of faith that made her so notorious a spy.
Within seconds she was inside the building that housed her mark. Slinking down the darkened staircase, Syd reached the 4th floor and stood silent for a moment, listening. Putting her ear up to the metal door, silently thanking her partner Silvano for the security rewiring, fearlessly preparing for her incursion. 3 sets of feet padded the hallways like faraway war drums, a beat that certainly helped her focus. As one set faded away from the door, she opened and shut it behind her, making no sound. In one breath, Syd had effortlessly silenced the solitary security detail, injecting him with a sedative before continuing to the other two around the corner from where her aforementioned victim lay.
The pair of men stood erect at the end of the hallway with their back towards her, speaking only a pitch above audible, so Syd decided to use sleeping gas to help keep her distance. Sliding her oxygenated mask down from her hood, she tossed the small marbled sphere towards the men laden in blackened camouflage, watching with satisfaction as both folded in unison, the gas evaporated around, clearing a way to the door that accommodated her mark.
Problem was, there wasn’t supposed to be any security, and since the moment she entered the floor of Vivitro Laboratories, everything had been promptly improvised. She took another deep breath and opened the door, as heightened vibrations fired warning signs to her brain. Nothing was as it seemed.
Would the combination even work? she wondered.
Thankfully after punching in the sequence, a small unlocking sound dispatched from the fireproof safe, and the target file was in her hands as quickly as she planned a new escape route from the building. Getting into the lab was easy enough, but she only had a moment to flee the building in order to meet at the extraction point: The Royal Athletic Stadium, about 3.6 km away.
While opening the door to the staircase, she heard cold sharp steps echoing, concise in delivery, coming towards her at a rate that would concern most people. Cold hearted Syd only continued her methodical breath and pace upstairs, slinking out of danger, just as a team of agents flooded the laboratories floor. From the roof, using her grappling hook, she descended the wall towards the rentable bikes parked on the main street beside the medical building and popped in the coinage for her anonymous vehicle. Silently making her hastened getaway, going south on Douglas Street towards the stadium.
7 mins later, seemingly escaping all threats, Syd found herself at The Royal Athletic Stadium, spent from frenzied peddling. A Quiet and open space framed by a large building with flanked seating, at first welcoming, since the charmed introduction of her partner Silvano 6 years ago. The same place in which they frequented for meetings, especially when planning the Vivitro heist. The stadium that she had chosen, feeling the lot was big enough to handle the helicopter Silvano had planned for their escape. At the time it made sense, since it was quiet enough after dark and closest to the laboratory, never mind how easy it would be to avoid the boarder altogether. Right now though, in the moonlight, all she saw were threats.
Knowing the lab was private and mainly worked for big Pharma out of China, that meant, security was private, ruthless and without safe bureaucratic measures. Although she didn't hear any alarms or sirens, the sudden reality of her vulnerability came into focus, as a train of four black unmarked Sentinels rounded the corner careening towards the open space in which she stood. Panic stricken, she dropped the rental bike and broke into a maddened sprint towards the benches lining the South East end of the stadium. Heading for the building that housed vendors and lockers for the public.
She jumped from metal bench to metal bench using her innate strength and parkour abilities to almost float to her aspired territory, the announcers building. It was tall and had been remodelled many times over the course of the stadiums existence, so parts of it although closed off, had many hidden nooks for random feral animals to hide and or nest, a reality that Syd was now relying on to survive.
Finding a small opening into the foundation of the rafters, She settled into a marbled state. Using meditation, she slowed her breath as 20 odd pairs of large heavy feet scrambled along the metal planks of the stadium. Over the next hour ambient sounds and shouts echoed from a further distances away, giving Syd only a fraction of peace.
Abruptly, a set of steel toed boots landed 5 feet in front of her, housing her illusive partner Silvano. He walked towards her, darkly enraged, leaving Syd confused by the atmosphere. Finding her in such an obscure area mystified Syd, so she stood up to inquire. Impatiently he punched her in the nose, knocking her out.
Silvano called up to his men, and lifted her to his actual teammates. A group he had collected made of Ex-militia 8 years previously. He had collected them to obliterate Syd, the woman who had killed his daughter during a botched sting operation in the first years of her profession. A time long forgotten to Syd, but never for Silvano, and he had plans for his daughters killer.
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