Getting A System In A Modern World

Luna made quick work on the security team that came to stop her and bolted through the hallway while securely holding onto the lady in her hands.

She didn't bother to wait and engage in a fight, as she knew that it's meaningless. Why should she stay and fight some ants that are playing around with fake guns?

It made no sense, and also, she wants to get back to her master's side as soon as possible.

As Luna bolted through the hallway, she was blocked by different security teams, but she always made quick work of them and went easy on them.

Though she was going easy on them, each encounter was always bloody. Each encounter always left some of the members of each team screaming and wailing in pain as they stared at some parts of their body on the floor, bloodied.

It took Luna more than ten minutes before she got to where the elevators were. Immediately, she saw a cluster of multiple energy blasts shooting toward her, or where she would have been if she had taken the regular route.

When she was about to get to the elevator section, Luna decided to take another route. She decided to go back the way she got in, through the air ducts.

She found a way to get into the elevator directly, through the air ducts. After she got in, it made a ding sound and started going up, back to the surface.

The team of security personnel who fired their blast guns reflexively, slowly, and carefully walked towards the body of the person lying on the floor. Smokes and a bloody, burnt smell were wafting from the body.

"Huh? It's the head captain?" One of them asked in surprise.

They had already been told by those in the CCTV monitoring room to shoot anything that comes in their direction.

They didn't understand the reason for such an order, but from the constant painful screams that they heard on their communication radio, they knew that they would suffer the same fate if they did as they were told.

One of them looked at Ben's corpse on the floor and smiled sinisterly.

'You told me to keep quiet if I don't have any smart ideas. I kept quiet because I felt like telling them that you're the one approaching and not the intruder wasn't smart.'

*****

While the security personnel were distracted by their unintended friendly fire, Luna had already made it back to the surface of the ice and was now flying back to the airport.

It didn't take her long before she got back to the airport. Instead of going through the terminal, she flew over the airport's building and into the already-waiting aircraft.

She made her way to one of the bedrooms in the aircraft, and when she got inside, she laid her on the bed and started checking her body for any sign of an abnormal medical condition.

After doing a very comprehensive check on her, Luna found nothing, and she decided to let her sleep.

She walked out of the room, went to the cabin, and took her seat.

She looked out the window and saw the fluffy-looking clouds that were loosely hugging on the surface of the aircraft.

Her eyes brightened, and she smiled when she saw this.

"Master, wait for me; I'm coming."

*****

Meanwhile, back in the lab facility, everyone was in a pensive and panicky mood.

The fact that someone was able to infiltrate the facility, bypass all the security defense systems that were in place, and successfully escape with one of their experimental subjects made the organization put the lab facility on a maximum-level lockdown, still searching for the intruder.

They were angry at how useless the defense systems were, and they were angrier that a group of more than 200 security personnel couldn't stop a single lady, and one that was carrying an unconscious lady at that.

After they had confirmed that the intruder had really escaped, they assessed their losses; almost half of the more than 200 security personnel were missing a part of their body.

They had one casualty, caused by friendly fire, and they lost something extremely important: the lady in the glass pod, their number one priority, an experimental subject.

Inside a room in the facility, the scientists and other very important personnel were gathered around a long conference room table and were looking at the screen where a man's face was being displayed.

From the expression on the man's face, one could see that he was beyond angry.

"How did this happen?! How did a woman infiltrate a place that's so secured in the first place? How is it possible that none of the security teams were able to stop her?!" The man bellowed as he looked at the group that just gave him the report, with burning rage in his eyes.

Everyone in the room couldn't help but shiver with the head lowered when they felt the anger in the man's voice. Even though he wasn't with them in the room, they were scared of him.

It can't be helped as he's the president of the BEM, Adrian Sanders.

Adrian got even angrier when he saw them lowering their heads. He wanted nothing more than to kill all of them to soothe his anger, but he can't do that yet. Everyone in that lab facility was still very useful, and until they were done with it, he couldn't do anything to them, but that doesn't mean that someone isn't going to take the blame.

"Ben?! Where's that bastard called Ben?!" He barked.

A stifling silence descended following the question that was asked.

When he saw that no one was answering, Adrian got even angrier, and veins started popping on his head.

"Are you all fucking mutes or what? There's no fucking person among you bunch of incompetent bastards that can tell me where that son of a bitch called Ben is."

At this point, it was clear to the group seated in the room that Adrian was looking for a scapegoat, but there was a problem. The person that was meant to be scapegoat was already dead, with multiple holes in his body, oozing out the smell of burnt flesh and dried blood.

They looked at each other, and their eyes communicated quickly.

"President Adrian,... Ben is dead. He was the only casualty we talked about." One of them, who had the most courage, said.

Adrian seemed to calm when he heard of Ben's demise.

"Since the dog is dead, I want the deputy head captain to take up his position, and I want every single piece of information on the intruder before the end of today." Adrian ordered and disconnected the video call.

When the group saw that the video call had ended, they all let out a lengthy sigh of relief.

They thought that they were going to die just by looking at Adrian through the screen.

While others were letting out sighs of relief, the security team, the team in the CCTV monitoring room especially, were fidgeting in their seats.

How do they write their reports without dropping the execution axe that had previously been hanging over their heads?