[ WP ] It is the year 2030 .

Before she knew it, a group of heavily armored figures stormed into her kitchen. The door was torn effortlessly off its hinges as they breached her home. Their assault rifles were steady, expertly aimed between her eyes. 
 
 She didn ’ t even scream. 
 
 “ Rose Hawthorne, you need to come with us. Don ’ t do anything rash. ” ordered one of the figures. His voice was cold, stripped of comfort. 
 
 Trying to resist would be foolish, so she put her hands up, and was promptly frisked and searched before being escorted to a black hovercraft. 
 
 “ This is Task Force Three, we have the subject, en route to safehouse nine. ETA ten minutes. Over. ” The way he said, ‘ subject ’ only served to make her feel even more dehumanized. 
 
 “ Roger that, Task Force Three. ” 
 
 The engine purred along at a brisk pace as they crossed the bridge. Rose tried to get comfortable, but the size of the other two men on either side of her made it nearly impossible to move. The fact that she was handcuffed made things even worse. 
 Then the voice came. 
 
 “ Don ’ t look around, or make any sudden movements. Relax, Rose. ” The crystal clear voice belonged to a young man, but it seemed to be coming from all directions at once. She had a dozen questions, but she was smarter than that. “ They can ’ t hear me. I ’ m communicating through a different channel-I don ’ t have a lot of time…I ’ m going to help you. ” 
 
 “ Why? ” was what she wanted to say, but the threat of five other armed men silenced her immediately. 
 
 “ I know you want answers ever since you learned the truth, I promise I will answer them. But right now…I have to get you outta there. I ’ m activating a program in your system-it ’ s going to feel weird. I created it a while back. Don ’ t panic. This is very important. ” 
 
 For some reason she nodded. She braced herself. 
 
 Her vision reddened as lines of code and random patterns of numbers streamed down her face. It was an all out visual assault as hazy colors bled into other hues. A massive headache drilled into her skull as she tried to stifle her yelp. 
 
 ** “ PLEASE WAIT FOR ACTIVATION. ACCESS GRANTED. DEFENSIVE COUNTERMEASURES BOOTING UP. PROTOCOL 1 READY. PLEASE WAIT. PROTOCOL 2 READY. PLEASE WAIT. PROTOCOL 3 READY. CODE 4551-A56-HADES PROCEDURES IN EFFECT… ” ** 
 
 The agony came in waves as new data poured into her system. She could feel her skin tighten, her vision becoming laser accurate and precise, her legs hardening. 
 “ Agh…Jesus… ” she muttered under her breath. One of the guards looked to her, but said nothing. 
 
 “ We ’ re almost there, you can do it Rose. ” spoke the voice. 
 
 ** “ UPLOAD COMPLETE.WEAPONS CLEARED. TRACKING SYSTEM ONLINE. TARGETING SYSTEM ONLINE. SERVOMOTORS AND CORE OPERATING AT 98 PERCENT CAPACITY.READY TO ENGAGE. ” ** 
 
 The pain stopped without warning, suppressed and numbed by the protocol. All five guards in the ship were suddenly in a red outline, showcasing potential weak points and kill areas. Their weapons were quickly scanned, displaying their model designation and current ammunition capacity. 
 
 “ Rose- “ She was already ahead of the voice, and wasted no time. 
 
 The handcuffs broke off easily as she slammed her elbow into the helmet of the guard on her left, smashing through his faceplate and breaking the cartilage in his nose. 
 
 The other guard on the right only just realized what was happening, and reached for his rifle. 
 
 “ SERVO BLADE ACTIVATING ” 
 
 Rose had no idea how she did it, but a serrated dagger of carbon fiber protruded out her left wrist with a sharp SHINK. 
 
 Her actions were eerily smooth and calculated. The blade breached through his neck with little resistance, penetrating the nanosuit underneath and sliced through his subclavian artery. It was akin to stabbing a pillow. She pulled back the blade, only to have a river of blood pour out of him. He gargled and choked as he gasped for oxygen. 
 
 Now the other armored figures have taken noticed, and have readied their weapons. 
 
 “ Open- “ He didn ’ t get to finish. 
 
 “ Electromagnetic PALM DISRUPTER COUNTERMEASURE ON STANDBY. CHARGING. EXECUTING. ” 
 She pushed her palm forward as the disrupter overloaded the entire cockpit, frying the circuits and ship systems. Sparks erupted out of the ceiling with stunning ferocity. 
 
 The ship began to go into free fall.
