by Jack Wolf

Created on: August 06, 2008

She slammed shoulder first across the smooth cold tile. They would be behind her; all too soon they would have burned through the precious time her comrades had sacrificed themselves for. The sound of those familiar, terrifying metal boot clicks would come clanking around the corner, time was almost up. She lay gasping, watching down the hallway, she quickly tried to rise to her feet, and a sharp pain shot up her arm and into her neck. Tara fell back to the ground with a cry of agony and surprise. She glanced down at her arm, her shoulder bone jutted out from the socket defiantly under her skin, and her right arm sat useless on the floor. She looked back across the hall pulling herself up with her good arm and walked towards the side of the hallway. She placed her gun in its holster, taking three deep breaths, and put the handle of her knife into her mouth, squinted, and ran into the corner of a wall putting all her force into dislocated joint. She felt a disgusting snap as it locked back into place, and she screamed, biting down hard onto the handle.

Tara looked up at the balcony she had leaped off of and now, two and a half stories down; she was on the level she had wanted. She could see the guide sign to the main control room in the distance of the corridor, now lit only by bright red emergency lights. Tara clutched the override key tightly in her hand as she began sprinting towards the door. Her legs burned wildly and her breath went ragged, she had been running so long. But now her goal was in sight, and the key she held would put an end to all this madness once and for all. The only thing she had to do was stick the key into the computer panel, which would take care of every armed missile from this lonely Alaskan outpost to the eastern seaboard. So many people had died to guarantee her success, and even more of her comrades would die if she couldn't manage to make it in time, she couldn't fail now.

Just a few more seconds and she can get control of those warheads. Tara heard the faint metallic voices of the soldiers chasing her. As she rounded the corner she could see a handful of them, those mindless fools in full armor, thoughtlessly following the orders of some rich old man in his big fancy house. She was going to change all that though. She'd open everyone's eyes soon. She, along with all those before her will go down in history for this. Like her big brother always said, "if you're gonna save the world, you gotta start a revolution!" Tara pulled

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