Corrupt Data Found
As Irene opened the door to the conductor's room she heard Debbie scream. What she saw before her was a sight to behold, the invisible man that Debbie was talking to was shut down forcefully. He was lying in a pool of red fluid on the floor. While they were distracted, a large man in full soft padded armor and headgear closed the door behind them and stood guard. He was holding a riot shotgun to his side to ensure that they'd not try anything foolish.
A man behind the cunductor's chair started to clap slowly as he turned around. Debbie and Irene looked to see a man that was tall and lean. His face was splattered in the blood of Phil and his eyes were cold and calculative, as if devoid of emotion. They were slightly hidden under the man's bangs which hanged from the man's well kept monderately long black hair. Unlike his accomplice he was dressed very formally with a black suit and tie.
One could see a couple of drops of blood on the man's undershirt. He must of took his jacket off when he killed Phil to avoid it getting dirty. When he completely turned around he looked down at his solid silver pocketwatch that he kept in his jacket's pocket. His voice was misleadingly gentle as though he couldn't cause any harm "Right on time, you are a punctual woman Debbie Jenkins". Debbie's eyes went from horror to slow seething rage "Did you do this..."? Debbie's clenched fists were slightly shaking, from a distance one could mistake her actions to be from terror. Irene knew though that Debbie was going to loose herself to her anger very soon.
The man in the suit stood up and looked down at Phil with a grin, obviously proud of his handiwork. "Tyler Burns... no; Phil Harper. A good man, but unfortunately misguided. I relieved him of duty". He went to continue talking but wasn't able to, Debbie heard everything she needed to. Underneath her jacket's sleeves she pulled out two metal rods. She pushed a button on one of them, shooting out a taser that shocked and immobilized the man at the door. She tossed that rod down to the ground, as she did so it sprouted an arrowhead at the end of the rod, which pierced the ground of the train.
Once she did so, with her other rod she pushed a switch which made the rod project a holographic shell which was four feet in diameter and convex in shape. Debbie then lunged at the man in the suit. He was prepared though, he got off a couple shots with a pistol that he had hidden under his jacket's sleeve. It was deflected easily, bending around Debbie's shield. Irene knew that he must of known that though and saw that he had his finger on a button.
She somehow knew that she didn't want to be around when he pushed it. So she ran off out of the room and closed the door. Right when she closed it she heard a large percussive explosion and a sudden rush of wind, she worried that Debbie was also no longer functional because of the blast but then she heard gunshots and clammering coming from on top the train. She somehow knew that Debbie was still fighting the suited man on top of the train.
She looked around the car and heard the screams of men and women as more men in padded armor and headgear began killing all the people in the car with sub machine guns. There must of been dozens of them, shooting down their fellow humans from the opposite side of the train car without remorse.
There was so much blood, and in a moment she wondered about whether George was among the dead. This brought her out of her state of shock, she started running forward to find him. She was caught off guard from behind. There was one of the men in padded armor sitting in one of the seats that grabbed Irene from behind. He had her in a sleeper hold, his bicep was pressed up against Irene's neck; effectively pinning her. "George! George, where are you"!? Irene called out, unnable to free herself from the man who had her in the hold.
She knew she had to get away from the man but she didn't know how. She thought about trying to elbow the man in the side but the voice inside her head told her she couldn't harm humans. She wanted to disagree but she couldn't, she didn't have the ability to go against the voice inside her head.
She pleaded for the man to let her go, but he was enjoying her futile attempts to escape. The men laughed as they approached her, one of them spoke "Chief Jardin was right, I can't believe the Capital thought they wouldn't get noticed when it comes to this". He reached out and touched Irene's face, when he did she averted her eyes from the man. She didn't like any part of this scenario, it was to much for her to handle. She began to create water from the edge of her eyes when she thought all the death these men brought to the people on the train.
Irene asked how they could do such a thing and the men were more than happy to comply to answer their prize. They explained how their boss wanted the information inside Irene's mind and how if they were the ones to get her, they'd be considered heroes amoungst their people. Killing all the passengers on the train would be "water under the bridge" considering the pay off of getting Irene. One of them chimed in and explained to Irene that it wasn't going to come back on them anyways. Chief Jardin had them rig the train tracks ahead with explosives and it will look like a terrorist attack from Debbie and Phil.
Irene wanted them to pay for what they did, they needed to pay. She wanted so dearly to seek justice but she was unable to, the voice inside her head wouldn't allow it. It kept telling her that she isn't allowed to hurt humans, and she was a slave to it's rules. George, who was hiding underneath the seat, couldn't stand idly by any longer. He grabbed a cane off one of the corpses and hit one of the men really hard accross the back with it. He screamed and told the men to let Irene go.
The man was very angry at the boy for doing this, so he flung around and hit the boy with his baton. "You little brat, I am going to make you regret the day you were born". Irene screamed "No, Leave him alone"! The voice in her head got louder and louder telling her that she can not harm humans. The man started beating the boy savagely with his baton.
Irene would never forget the cries for help that George made for her. She had to do something, anything; she had to help him. In that moment, something short curcuited in Irene's mind; she realized there was something more important to listening to the voice inside her head. She had a promise to keep to that boy, and it was worth any amount of risk to fulfilll it to him.
She looked in front of her and saw a thin transluecent film hanging in the air in front of her, she knew that it was meant for her since no one else seemed to see it. She reached out and the film molded around her hands, and it brought up this whole new interface connecting her psyche to the energy around her. She held her hand out in front of her and shot an orb of pure energy from the palm of her hand. When it made contact with the man it sent him flying the the train's wall. She then took her free hand and closed it in front of her, surrounding George in a shield.
The corrupt officers then charged Irene; she was not in the mood though. She attracted the energy all around her and expelled it all forcing all the men to the edges of the trains interior. Those who weren't lucky enough to be pushed out of the walls of the train were crushed within it. The energy was so potent it bowed the train car's walls outward, broke all the windows, and anything else within the car besides her and George were compacted to the edges of the walls. George was protected by the energy Irene shielded him with. Irene was relieved to see that he was still alive. Unconscious, but nonetheless alive.
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