Here we go! I'm on the final part now, of what I thought was the final chapter, but now I'm thinking that I need to do one more from another perspective to fully end the story.
After my first edit pass of this, I'll find an editor online who I can hire to give it a final pass and then I can publish it. If anyone's interested or knows anyone interested in editing it, let me know the rates and stuff.
A Night In The Western Wastes
Chapter 1
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 1
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 2
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 3
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 4
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 5
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 6
Night In The Western Wastes - Part 7
Sin
Chapter 2
Sin - Part 1
Sin - Part 2
Sin - Part 3
Sin - Part 4
Sin - Part 5
Sin - Part 6
Lost For Words
Chapter 3
Lost For Words - Part 1
Lost For Words - Part 2
Lost For Words - Part 3
Lost For Words - Part 4
Lost For Words - Part 5
Lost For Words - Part 6
Revolutionary Type
Chapter 4
Revolutionary Type - Part 1
Revolutionary Type - Part 2
Revolutionary Type - Part 3
Revolutionary Type - Part 4
Revolutionary Type - Part 5
Revolutionary Type - Part 6
Dome Locked
Chapter 5
Dome Locked - Part 1
Dome Locked - Part 2
Dome Locked - Part 3
Dome Locked - Part 4
Into The Depth's
Chapter 6
Into The Depths - Part 1
Into The Depths - Part 2
Into The Depths - Part 3
Into The Depths - Part 4
Into The Depths - Part 5
Into The Depths - Part 6
Into The Depths - Part 7
Into The Depths - Part 8
T-TEC Inbound
Chapter 7
T-TEC Inbound - Part 1
T-TEC Inbound - Part 2
T-TEC Inbound - Part 3
T-TEC Inbound - Part 4
T-Tec Inbound - Part 5
Andron watched as the parade of people left the room, and through their secret escape tunnel. Looking at the hollow, and feeling the cold draft wash over his face he wondered if it would be wise to follow them.
If they get away, and I've called T-Tec in for nothing, I'll get fired, or worse. The worst thing that could potentially happen to Andron is being demoted; and forced to work some of the less desirable patrols, of which there were many Talirda.
The point of coming here was for him to potentially gain information, be on the inside, and call in the raid when the timing was right. Crovin being taken off the street would serve the entire district well, maybe even the wide city.
Thoughts bounced around his mind freely. He was listening to the descending footsteps of failure; the retreating sounds of waste. Wasted life, in those that were killed by the T-TEC units. Wasted opportunities, in the form of his work earning him a demotion. Wasted futures for everyone affected by the Alid boss.
An idea surged through his mind. I can call it in and tell them I'm in pursuit. He thought as he struggled to lay fingers on his wrist-mounted communicator. The small metal device was right there, and he tried to picture the layout of it in a mirrored image as he fumbled awkwardly, rattling his restraints as he did.
It was hopeless until finally he was able to make a few clicks. If he wasn't in pain, he would have chuckled.
A clunk could be heard, and caused a momentary distraction from his task. Turning, he saw the thick steel door move. Praying that the drugs were still present Andron watched it seal. The old opening was almost invisible to the naked eye. The idea of the wall being hollow on the other side would have been impossible to believe, had he not witnessed it.
Leaning on his left knee, he managed to gain footing with his right and push himself off the ground. The job was slow and caused his ribs to hurt, but he managed to get on two feet eventually.
The control panel was opposite him, and he knew he'd be able to find the door controls there. Andron hobbled to the desk, and got around it, hunched due to his restraints. He stared at numerous buttons, and switches, but couldn't imagine which one was the right one. Picturing Crovin's movement, he guessed that one of the top ones was correct. Pressing it changed nothing, and he took another guess. The second button caused some noise in the distance, which echoed through the now-silent venue.
Boots approached the door, and there was a silent moment before a barrage of shouting and banging could be heard.
"Open the door!" One voice shouted above the rest, and before waiting, pounding began. There was another eruption of orders being shouted, and Andron did well to block it out while focusing on the desk.
The frame buckled before the solid door, and soon the entire thing came falling in, followed by a stampede of a heavily armed mob. The tactical response unit walked as one.
"Hands!" One of them shouted. "Raise your hands!"
"One unresponsive female, and one conscious male." Another voice stated coldly.
"Hands now! Raise your hands!" Another voice bellowed as multiple rifles were aimed at Andron.
"I'm one of you! I called you in," Andron cried out. "I'm TPD."
"Hands!" A voice from the mob responded, completely ignoring all reason.
Andron tried to raise his hands but couldn't. "I'm restrained!" He shouted as he turned quickly to show them.
He felt like he was being poked in multiple parts of his body, all at once. The numb sensation soon turned to stings, and then he heard the gunshots. They were almost silent.
For a moment he stood in bewilderment a creature with numerous arms and legs. They weren't individuals, they were one. Someone was saying something but he couldn't fully understand what it was.
All the strength left him, and he fell to the floor. There was a familiar warmth to it.