The men come closer and I want to scream out, but I find myself absolutely unable to do anything. I’m frozen with fear! After all this time sitting here, feeling sure I was okay with this being the end, now that it’s here, now that they’re here, I’m absolutely petrified.
“It’s alright, we’re here to take you home,” the man says, extending a hand in my direction.
I want to look at him, I want to see in his eyes and understand what he means by taking me home, but something tells me to stare at the ground. I’ve become some sort of tortured dog, certain I’ve got nothing in my future except pain and I’m absolutely unable to stare it in the face.
No, I’m not. I’m Eve Gardner. One of the three who took down the United States Government as well as Miss Nile. I’m not going to let this man, no matter who he is, take that away from me. Even if I’ve got nothing left than torture, dismemberment, or sitting in a dark dungeon somewhere, I’m going to do it with my head held high.
I use every ounce of willpower I can and look up at the man, to see him for who he really is, so he can see me for who I really am.
And then I notice his blue helmet with the letters U and N emblazoned across the top.
“Don’t run!” I yell, as my system crackles and fizzes. I don’t know what’s going on. I can’t tell. There’s static, a ton of it, making it nearly impossible for me to communicate with Eve. But that doesn’t make sense. I’ve got the system up and running. I should be able to communicate anywhere.
From what I can see, the U.N. Peacekeepers should be arriving at her location right now. She’ll probably be scared, but the worst that could happen is she’d run some more. I sent them to help, but ever since I got them to come, my system’s been completely wigging out.
Someone must be trying to hack in.
The obvious answer is that I do what I’m supposed to do, that I shut the system down, actually destroy it this time.
But the question remains, if someone is trying to hack into the system, they’re obviously doing a fairly good job if they’re able to disrupt my communications. Which means they must know a whole heckuva lot about what’s going on. And about what this system is.
If I destroy the system now, I’ll never know who they are. Sure, the system won’t exist anymore, but who’s to say that whoever it is hacking into the system right now wouldn’t be able to figure it out, wouldn’t be able to—
“We won, Billy!” I hear Eve’s voice chirp through the tinny microphone on my laptop. “We won! You can destroy the system!”
I look at the screen.
Did we win?
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