South Tower of Liberty Compound
Main Security Headquarters
South Tower of Liberty Compound
Main Security Headquarters
“How’s it been?”
Braden Hunter walked into the room where four men sat watching live feed from security cameras surveying the outside of the compound. Ever since he had walked into the compound, he had become the main go-to guy. It wasn’t long before the Protection Patrol Team recruited him into a position of authority. He hadn’t minded. As long as it meant that him, his best friend, and his best sister’s little sister were safe from what lived outside these walls. He would play whatever role they wanted him to play.
“Pretty quiet,” one of the guys answered him. “Too quiet.There hasn’t been one incident. All towers confirmed no sign or sight of the infected or any radical parties.”
Braden eyed the man who spoke, pausing a moment before he took a sip of his coffee. He let the hot liquid distract him from the wave of uneasiness that settled in his gutt. He then glanced about at the men looking at him waiting for his response. He sighed before he walked up closer to view the large screens.
“They’ll try for the weaker entry points,” he told them. “Tell the North Tower to keep an eye out for anything. They’ll come from above–“
Just as he said that, Braden stepped back away from the screens in surprise as an explosion eclipsed half of the screen. He growled as the smoke cleared away from the screen and he watched as a band of radicals stormed down from the entrance from above just as he expected. He muttered a curse underneath his breath.
“Put out the alarm! Alert the men to rally at the North Tower!” Without another word, Braden turned on his heel and headed out already making his way towards the North Tower.
He heard the intercom system click on and heard the announcement in correlation with the alarms going off alerting that Sector 4 was under attack. He hurried down the steel staircase leading to the main floor. He watched as men scrambled about to the evacuation points to hop on the subway system to head to Sector 4. He noticed his second in command and best friend, Dale O’Hara, waving his arm attempting to get his attention. He hurried over to get to him.
“C’mon, we’ll take my craft,” Dale said. “It’ll get us there faster. Just powered it up with crystals.”
“Good. And ammunition?”
Dale nodded. Both of the men hurried off to the Sector 1’s flight team headquarters ready to get into the fight. Braden sighed, praying that Dale’s little sister, Maxine, was safe in their quarters not out and about.
As if Dale read his thoughts, he turned to him. “Call her? Make sure she’s home.”
Braden clicked his earpiece and voiced his instructions to call home. All he heard was endless ringing. He scowled as the answering machine picked up. He shook his head and then quickly decided to try her mobile.
* * *
The moment the alarms went off, Max O’Hara was glad she had entered Sector 4 military wing. She had slipped inside the area that housed suite-style living quarters for military personnel. Since both Dale and Braden were a part of the military protection agency here, she was granted permission to live in the military sector. She figured it probably had more to do with Braden’s position as head director of operations.
When she made it to their quarters, she quickly put the code in. She then finished up the rest of the safety measures by scanning her eyes and her hand to verify it was her. When she was granted entrance, she walked in and finally let out the breath she was holding. She was safe for right now. The door slid closed behind her and she heard the reassuring click of the locking mechanism.
She walked into the interior of the living quarters dropping her shopping bags as went. She quickly grabbed the remote and turned on the screen. She flipped through the channels until she found the Live Broadcast feed of the security cameras and military personnel’s personal cameras filming through their special cameras pinned on their uniforms. When Braden was home, he would often check the feeds regularly to make certain everything was running smoothly. Braden had also told her that under any emergency that she should keep her eye on the Live Broadcast feed so she would know what to do.
She bit her lip as she watched the military go up against the radicals attempting to break into the compound. From what she saw, they had actually effectively bombed the compound wall and now inside. She wasn’t afraid of any contamination from the outside world. There were so many check points before anyone could breach the main compound area. The doctors had made some progress with the disease. They had managed to successfully catch the virus before it took root and attacked one’s immune system through early detection scans and high-tech lasers that could target the virus when it was airborne. When it attached to an organ, there was a low chance survival rate.
She heard a specific ringtone going off and realized that Braden was calling. Tearing herself away from the screen, she darted back to where she dropped off her shopping bags. She located her purse and rooted through the contents until she found her mobile. She quickly turned it on.
“Braden? Are you alright?” she asked frantically. “Is Dale with you?”
“Finally!” Braden grumbled. “Yes, we’re fine. We’re on our way right now to the attack site. Where are you?”
“I just got back. I’m safe.”
She heard Braden sigh in relief. She heard Dale say something to him, but she couldn’t make out the words. Their voices began to garble until all she heard was humming then a loud bang. She gasped, not knowing how to react until she found her voice again.
“Braden! Braden! Are you still there?”
“Yes, I’m still here,” Braden muttered. He sounded winded. “The craft took a hit, but we’re fine and so is the craft. Just stay inside and keep safe, okay?”
“Okay, just… please be safe,” she said. She paused for a moment before she added on, “No grand heroics, okay?”
“Ah, Maxy, where is the fun in that?” Braden chuckled. “Okay, I have to go! We’ll see you soon, okay? Take care of yourself!”
Max heard a click and she knew he was gone. She sighed, squeezing the mobile tightly in her hand. She muttered a prayer for their safety as she walked back into the living room area. She sat down on the sofa with her eyes glued to screen. Tonight was going to be a long one, she realized as she watched the military engage the threat. She bit her lip, watching and just waiting.
* * *
It was almost noon when Max woke up alone. She glanced around the living quarters she shared, but there was only silence. She sighed, forcing herself to sit up on the sofa. She glanced up at the Broadcast feed still on the screen. She was relieved to see that there wasn’t any fighting taking place. The military was in the process of cleaning up the chaos post-threat.
When her stomach growled, she decided it was time to eat. She hadn’t eaten at all since the attack. She had been too nervous she supposed. She was in the midst of making herself some scrambled eggs when she heard movement outside the front door. She heard the door slide open and familiar voices echoed through the living quarters.
It wasn’t until they were standing in the kitchen in front of her that Max relaxed. As she threw herself into their embrace, all thoughts of her scrambled eggs were long forgotten.