Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Daniel stood beside Emili, looking down to his feet with a slightly dazed expression. He thought of what possibly went wrong, with Emili, Ghost Town's disappearance, and their own failure of the mission. "Where did we go wrong?" The words escaped his lips as if they weren't his own. of which he felt they weren't. Daniel lifted his head and looked from Dex, to Emili. "Were did we go wrong?" He repeated the question. "This mission was sound, there were slight flaws of course, but it was foolproof." Daniel wrapped his arms around his sides. "Now we are lost, there's a malfunction in Emili's memory core, nobody is in any condition to do anything except die, and Ghost Town has been captured." His voice quivered slightly. "It would have been better if we all just perished in the crash." Daniel lowered his head, his green eyes loosing their normal glint. Daniel felt that he had given up. It disgusted him, yet comforted him. A small bitter chuckle erupted from his throat, at the thought that three Bio-Agents, the best of the best, were now just a bunch of soliders doomed to die in a forest.

Emili's brows knitted, "Yes. Occupy enemy vehicle. Was I unclear?" She sent Shepard a confused look. Emili didn't understand why Dex didn't understand what she had said. "Road used often. Vehicle coming soon. We wait here," She pointed toward the side of the road where dense trees and shrubs were. They'd wait until some vehicle passed and attempt to get on it. Emili scooped Foster up in to her arms and led the way toward the road. She didn't bother to observe if the other two were following. Setting Foster down to lean against a tree, Emili crouched at the edge of the shrubs. Sooner or later one would show up.
About a half an hour of waiting, Emili noticed something on her vision. Words and lines flashed by and she knew it meant that something was approaching. Emili's excitement rose and she knew that her heart should be racing faster. Yet something was wrong. Her chest remained still, the only thing that happened was warmth radiated from her. A soft hum resontated from within her as if some sort of core was drawing more power, meeting her excitement. Emili frowned. Was what Shepard and Dex said true? Was she an AI? A robot? That would explain the words across her eyes and the lack of breath required.
Shaking her head, Emili focused back on the approaching target. The words on Emili's vision told her that the vehicle was letting out similiar carbon levels as the one that had taken William. Turning to the others Emili signalled for them to get ready. Crouching low she observed as a caravan approached ever closer. Four large hover transports were traveling between two escort hover tanks. The escorts looked extremely welled armed and definitly capable of destroying any enemy ships or land machines. THe large hover transports had no windows and no real visible breaching point. Emili's mouth formed a sneer as she turned back to Dex and hissed, "No entrance."
She turned back to the transports as the grew closer. As the first transport passed them by Emili saw a small access ladder that led to a matinence shaft at the top. Emili spun back to the others, a grin on her face, "Move!" Grabbing Foster and slinging him acorss her shoulders like a wounded animal she left the shelter of the shrubs and ducked between the transports and leapt on to the ladder. She latched her free hand on to the ladder and held ever tighter to Foster with the other.

"ENOUGH!" William shouted desperately as the electric shocks raced through his body. The dark haired man was strapped to a metal table with small circular holes in a grid-like pattern that dug in to his back painfully. The table was suspended from the cieling in a contraption that allowed it to be lowered or raised by a motorized crank. At the moment the table was half lowered in to a vat of water so that half of his sprawled body was submerged.
Periodcally a low hum would sound around him and he would feel his body tighten. He knew what ws coming next. Ten agonizing second near lethal levels of electricty was conducted through the water to the metal table and in to his body. He'd scream and roar in pain every time. At first he resisted, he'd toughed it out but after an hour he'd fainlly roared in anger and desperation.
The chains cranked the table out of the water and the pain stopped. William gasped and a few tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. Not because he was sad but because he couldn't control it. The man's trembled and he gasped with spasms. "L-let me out of here!" his voice cracked in pain and he pulled against to the straps holding him down. Pain flowed through the raw sores where the straps had bitten in to his flesh.
A voice sounded in the room, "See students? Bio-Agents are resiliant. We've had WC-1863 in this room for an hour and a half repeating the same test and didn't even call out for help until about a half hour ago. Amazing isn't it? Well, it's about time we let this one have a rest." The voice stopped and the heavy metal door leading in to the room swung open. William's spasms had begun to subside but so did his conciousness. As his eyes closed he lost all track of time. His sore body felt nothing and he was grateful for that.
When he opened his eyes he found himself in his cell, not strapped to his bed this time. He was laying on his uncomfortable bed and he was never more glad to be on it. He curled himself on his bed and rocked himself back to sleep. This nightmare-ish toture had only just begun.