I was suspicious about this job from the moment they pitched it to me.
I had been doing jobs off and on for the Damascus organization for years at that point, capturing traitors, tracking down people of interest, all the dirty work that a hot-shot organization like theirs wouldn't want to do themselves. They ran half the city after all, image was important.
They paid me enough that I knew they trusted me, but they never asked for something like this before.
"Your mission is to infiltrate the Nightingale group's headquarters and steal one of their experiments."
So many red flags.
First of all, I'm a bounty hunter. I find and capture people. Break-ins and theft aren't in my area of expertise.
But more importantly, I never would have predicted they would want me to be part of their little feud with Nightingale.
The two organizations had been at a sort of cold war for decades at that point. The status quo was set: Damascus controlled the production and industry, Nightingale controlled the medical organizations. They ran the city in the shadows while the government served as a placeholder under both of their thumbs. I never asked to take part in their rivalry, I never wanted to.
But the number they had pitched to me was higher than any I had ever been offered before. That number meant I could stop taking jobs for at least a year. I could get back on the straight and narrow and support my sister honestly.
Tara was the only reason I ever even started this work. She had a future. She had the potential to leave this hellhole and actually do something worthwhile. She deserved better.
That's why I accepted the job despite my misgivings. It's none of my business what Damascus wanted some experiment for. Get in, get out, get paid.
My regular contact at Damascus, who from the beginning told me to call him Mars, didn't give me much information.
"We have it from a reliable source that the experiment in question is being held here," he pointed at the hologram on the table mapping out the facility.
"What kind of experiment is this?"
"That's not something necessary for you to know."
I folded my arms.
"This isn't some frivolous question, Mars. I need to know these things. Is it fragile? Is it something physical, or like a program? This is information I need to pull this off."
He sighed.
"Honestly, I agree with you, but my hands are tied. I
can't
tell you anything more."
"Fine. When do you want this experiment?"
"As soon as possible. You'll get a bonus if you can get it to us in three days."
We talked a little more until I was ready to leave, but he stopped me before I got to the door.
"Rachel?"
I turned around curiously.
"Be careful. Nightingale can get really nasty."
That was odd. Damascus had always used me as a commodity. I never thought any of them actually cared about me. Maybe they didn't, but Mars seemed to care at least a little.
I nodded before I left.
*****
The operation was ready by the following evening. Unlike Damascus, Nightingale had their main headquarters outside the city, so I didn't have many places to make a quick escape to.
My plan for getting in was to hide inside one of their shipments. Once a worker came in to inspect the products I was able to shoot her with a tranquillizer and steal her uniform.
This was an occasion where being a woman was a huge asset to the mission. Damascus was mixed, but Nightingale was made up of 100% females. It would be impossible for a man to blend in here.
Still, the tranquillizer would last three hours at most and if anyone read my nametag they'd know something was wrong. The worker I was impersonating wasn't a tall black woman. I needed to move quickly.
The experiment was being kept in a part of the building most of the workers didn't have access to, so I needed to use the ducts to get in, which took a while. Thankfully when I got the experiment I could just walk out peacefully.
There was almost nobody here, just a few women walking around hurriedly, so I was able to slip by and keep my head down. It was at the end of the day, most of the employees were on their way out.
Soon enough I was at the door I was looking for. The password Damascus got from their informant worked and I went in after making sure the coast was clear.
This room was pitch black, so I had to find the light switch with a flashlight. The first one I tried didn't turn on the overhead lights, but it did illuminate my target.
That was when I knew I was in trouble.
When I heard "experiment" I was picturing some medicinal formula, a little gadget, generally something I could put in my bag and walk out with. But that assumption was completely wrong.
At the other side of the room was a giant tube, now illuminated with a bluish light. And floating in that tube was a boy.
Walking closer, I saw that he was very short and looked like a teenager. His eyes were closed and he floated in whatever liquid was inside the container, breathing through a tube attached to a mask over his mouth and nose. The kid was completely nude, but that was probably the least weird thing about it all.
I looked through the nearby desk and pulled out a file. Underneath a picture of him was a label.
Experiment #459
Well, that confirmed it. He was the experiment I was after. There's nothing else in this room it could even be.
Now everything was starting to make sense, why they were so vague about my mission, why they got somebody who retrieved people to get an experiment instead of a thief.
I cursed under my breath. There went my plan. Even as small as he was I couldn't just put him in my bag and walk out the building. But it was too late now. I had to finish what I started.
I skimmed through the file and found only very basic information.
Height: 62 inches
Weight: 117 pounds
Physical age: 18 years
What the hell did
physical age
mean?
Clearly I wouldn't be getting the answers I wanted. All the secret information was probably in their computers, which I didn't have access to.
I looked back at the experiment.
He was very pale, even in the dim light I could see that his skin was extremely fair. His hair was medium length and black as night. He seemed to be just on the cusp of looking abnormal: his skin was pale, but not enough to look unhealthy. His body was thin, but not so thin that he looked weak.
For whatever reason, I was fascinated by this kid, whoever or whatever he was. Without really thinking, I reached out and touched the glass.
The instant my hand came into contact, all the lights in the room turned on at once. A red light on the wall was blinking that hadn't before.
Shit. I couldn't know for sure, but I my instincts told me that I had triggered some sort of silent alarm. I put my ear to the wall and listened. Very faintly, I could hear an alarm going off somewhere else in the building.
"God damn it," I muttered.
I was so pissed at myself for my carelessness. But I had to think quick or else I was going to get caught.
I set my jaw. Stealth was no longer necessary. Might as well make it loud.
I picked up a chair and swung it as hard as I could, though I didn't follow through when I felt the glass break. That set off a real alarm I could hear clear as day. Liquid went everywhere and I rushed forward to grab the experiment, taking off the mask and shaking him awake. If he could walk I had a slightly better chance of getting out of this alive.
"Kid, wake up!" I yelled.
His eyes snapped open and he looked panicked.
"What? What's going on?" His voice was weak and timid.
"There's no time to explain. I'm getting you out of here. You can either come with me or I'm going to force you."
He blinked a few times, giving me a look I couldn't identify.
"You want us to leave here?"
"Yes, now hurry up!"
