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My earphone buzzed to life. “Thistle, status report.”
I threw my back against a stone wall as two guards dressed in all white holding sub machine guns passed by, unaware of my position.
I pushed on the side of my earpiece which allowed me to speak. “I can see the objective.” I whispered. “I’m going in.” I let go and waited for the response.
“Rodger that.”
I made sure to look both ways before crossing. We were in a secret data base in southern Glaciem accessing important information about the MNSH (the Mundi National Space Hotel) that was taking civilians to and from Earth. The government claims that the ship is used for transportation only, but we believe there is more to the ship.
I snuck down a narrow hallway with a few doors here and there. I ducked under a huge glass window which revealed a large quantity of guards taking coffee breaks. What Idiots.
A small door sat at the end of the hallway with a fingerprint scan lock. This was going to be easy.
I quickly scanned my finger and the door slid open. It was a room full of computers, desks, and monitors. In the very back was a huge computer and touch screen with a complicated pass code. I worked my way around the shadows until I reached it. I flicked on the screen and typed in R12-V6J-CMG-S35.
“Hurry.”
“I’m working on it.” I took the microchip from my belt and inserted it into the monitor. The computer blinked before it began to download.
“Hold it, Thistle I’ve got something.”
“Not now.” I whispered.
“Thistle, don’t blow this. Check your tracker.”
I didn’t have the time. The microchip was about finished downloading.
“Thistle!” The sound of a loading gun made me freeze. I smiled, show time folks.
I spun around and did a quick round house kick. My attacker easily flew five feet, his face frozen in shock. There were three of them, one girl with long black hair and snake like eyes, and two boys, one with silky blond hair and one with dark brown hair that was pulled into a Mohawk and dyed green at the tips.
Blonde went down with a thud, flinging his pistol behind him. The other two stood there dazed before attacking me. Snake Eyes was the first to react. She let lose a spray of bullets that I easily dodged. I dropped onto the floor and swept my leg bringing her down. I continued the move and uppercut Spiky were it counts. He howled like a three year old sissy and dropped like a stone. I couldn’t help but laugh.
All of the sudden alarms sounded and the lights went red. I looked to see what had triggered it and quickly spotted Blonde looking at me with eyes full of terror. I grabbed Snake Eyes’ pistol and shot him.
I heard the rush of footsteps and knew I was in trouble. I turned back to the computer and grabbed the chip.
“Thistle, meet me in the west wing for departure.”
“Rodger” I said sprinting down the hall. “I might be a little late.” I grabbed the pistol and fired twice, knocking two guards to the floor.
Two more came at me and one managed to knock the gun out of my hand. I swooped low, just missing a punch to the face and came up with a strong kick to the gut. I heard the air leave him with a tremendous oof. I finished my kick with a punch to my second attacker’s head. I heard the unmistakable crack of a bone as crimson blood ran down his nose. He swung at me again but I grabbed arm and twisted it behind him. He cried out and I whipped him around just as Attacker One tried to shoot me. Three bullets landed squarely in Attacker Two’s chest. Attacker One was standing in shock as I threw the body down and whipped the gun from him, shooting him dead.
I rocketed down the hallway, fighting anyone that got in my way. Nectar came toward me from the four way intersecting hallway. She saw me being chased and sped up. At the last second I slid softball style while she jumped over me shooting anyone in sight. I popped up behind her and shot the people that were chasing her. I know, I’m bad.

“Man the battle stations! Move! Move! Move!” Sulfur shouted.
Nectar dashed left to a ladder and climbed as fast as she could down. I stood there watching her, as if in a trance until she yelled, “Thistle, get your lazy butt down here I’m going to need some help!”
Her real name was Rachel Nectargille and everywhere she went life seemed to be holding a grudge against her.
Her father, a man named Tom, was one of the first people to react to Subject Earth. At this time Mundi was split into two, the people who wanted to help Earth and the people who wanted to blow it up. Almost all of the counsel wanted to help Earth; to bring the people here as they helped clean the planet. Tom was given a job to create a way to communicate with their leader. He was grateful for the opportunity and created the Curl.
The Curl looks very similar to a pancake, but with a buttons, a tiny speaker, and what looks like a black glass orb that comes in and out of it. If you pressed the middle button the Curl would turn on and the orb with rise from inside it. If you said the name and place and the other person had a Curl, theirs would buzz. You would then press the middle button to answer it.
The counsel was so impressed that they gave him a million numus and told him he could fly and design the first Shuttle to Earth, so he got to work.
Tom was so busy he forgot about his family. Sophia, Rachel’s mom, told him to be more family like or she would leave him. Tom tried to stay with his family and he did for a little while, but he got absorbed in his work. Sophia fought with him, but it was no use. She knew he wanted this more than anything and she couldn’t find it in her heart to leave.
When Rachel was thirteen; her father left for Earth. That morning Sophia was very quiet and she didn’t say a thing to Tom until he walked out the door she whispered after him “Be safe.” A minute after he left, the ship caught fire and fell apart. The ship came down with a hundred people still alive inside, Tom included. It hit the ground again with a big “Boom!” Many people survived, but more died, including Tom.
When Sophia heard of his death she lost it. She took Rachel and moved as far away as possible. She finally settled in the outskirts of Sola City. She gave up on life; she laid in bed all day and never spoke. Rachel started to care for her mom. She got a hard long job at a weaving factory that didn’t pay, but it was the only job that would hire due to lack of small hands. That wasn’t enough. Two years later Sophia died while Rachel was at work.
Nectar was forced to live on the streets, but nobody paid attention to an eleven year old asking for money and food. Three years later a sharp looking woman wearing a black fur coat stopped to look at her. She took off her sunglasses revealing dark gray eyes and knelt beside Nectar. “My my, what have we here? What are you doing all alone on the streets?” she said chewing gum.
Nectar looked up wearily, figuring the woman didn’t really care for here and that she was teasing her. “I have nowhere to go.”
The woman looked at her sadly. “Rachel, my name Elise Shadowtale and I can help you, but you have to tell me why you are out here all alone.”
“How do you know my name?”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Elise looked at her intensely.
Nectar studied her shoes and whispered, “Both my parent died.”
“How did your father die?”
“He was killed in a Shuttle to Earth.”
“Are you sure?”
She looked up. “What do you mean?”
“True you father died in the Shuttle when it came back down to Mundi, but how? What made it come crashing to the ground?”
“My father designed it and if there was a flaw he would have noticed it.”
“Are you sure?”
Nectar looked up completely flabbergasted. “Are you telling me he killed himself? How do you know so much anyway?”