06-06-2015, 12:50 AM
Melanie paused, clutching at her chest, feeling a wound that wasn’t there. It’s as if I’m feeling his pain for him, she thought to herself, throwing up shields so that Eltiask wouldn’t pick up on it. He’d most likely roll his eyes or throw an attitude that Melanie wasn’t in the mood for. After a few deep breaths, Melanie continued on until she found Eltiask and the unconscious body on the floor.
She took in his bloodied shirt and the bullet on the ground. We really are from different worlds. Melanie gingerly stepped over to the man, glad that at least he was still alive. The fact that he was sent on a suicide mission meant that whoever had sent him knew that she had a new, more aggressive line of defense. Someone’s been watching me. And they know you’re here too… Had Eltiask’s presence had not been known of, they would have not had to worry about being killed, as Melanie’s plan always included minimal damage and hiding.
Gently, she pressed a hand to the man’s forehead, wincing in preparation of the onslaught of information that would be in his mind. And came up blank. He was absolutely empty and washed clean. Except for one thing: Steve Marks. Melanie cleared her head and lowered her shields and tried again, and still nothing but that name. What the hell is this? Melanie backed away slowly. Either this man had impenetrable shields, which was highly unlikely, or he had been enhanced in a way that Melanie could get no information from his person. But why that name?
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