Fires and flames scorched the evening air as chaos and mayhem erupted in the treasured capital of the United States of America. Lena had come equipped, more equipped than perhaps any other civilian in the streets. The specialized skintight suit she was wearing beneath her street clothes would protect her from blunt force or piercing damage - Santi had ensured it, insisting that she take any means possible to protect herself.
The minute rebreathing device she slipped on was nearly microscopic, designed to be utilized without obscuring her face.
People who had been unfortunate to be outside ran through the streets as screams punctuated the air. Others ran from their residences with everything they could carry in their arms in an attempt to flee the city that was currently under siege.
For many it was an ill-fated attempt as Brahma and his acolytes seeded the air with detrimental drugs, only adding to the chaos.
Lena ran against the crowd. She knew that instinct for most was to run away from the danger, take the high ground to safety, so to speak. That had never been her MO. That was never where the truth that she was looking for was, and so again, she refused to take the safe option and instead waded deeper into the midst of insanity.
Camera out, she was continuously taking footage. The world needed to know the truth. The world deserved to know the truth, and in these moments, that was Lena’s function - to ensure that the truth escaped, even if she did not.
The footage of Allegiance, the Star Spangled Savior, would go viral within moments. GIF’s would be posted in Buzzfeed articles, news channels would take moments from skewing coverage in their bias to prop him up as the symbol of hopeful patriotism that he was.
And then she cut back to the civilians.
The sound of a little girl frantically crying broke her out of her filming reverie, and she knew that there was no way in hell - and this was very much the embodiment of such a location - that she could ignore it.
Darting down an alleyway, the sight that was before her took her heart in a steady grasp and squeezed it hard.
The little girl had her back against one of the alley’s walls. Lena estimated her to be no more than four years old. Straight silky black hair framed her face, and almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears as she transitioned her sobs to silence, with the natural instinct of somebody who knew that if they continued to make noise, they elected themselves as prey to the predators of the world.
Crouching down before her, Lena cooed softly, whispering soothing words to calm the young child. She managed to get a name out of her, and continued to address her by it, to build a personal connection between the two.
Gaggles of people were running by, passing through the mouth of the alleyway as they frantically tried to find some means of escape from the city, some form of shelter. Many of them were under the influence of the drugs that Brahma and his cohorts had released into the air in other sections of the city, part of their tactical assault to introduce different methods of terror to different quadrants in order to leave people unable to discern what was where. It was brilliant, she thought, brilliant and cunning.
“Shhh, shhh, come with me, sweetie. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise,” she whispered as she pulled the young girl into her arms, propping her up against her hip as she jogged lightly towards the opening of the alley.
Something in the air shifted as a civilian, clearly under the effects of a mind altering substance, entered the alley.
Lena’s heart pumped as she quickly put Alison down next to her, stepping in front of the little girl, who instinctively hid behind Lena.
He was dressed in a nice suit, the watch at his wrist sparkled in the flame and smoke-laden air. He looked every inch a well-to-do businessman, but he was frothing at the mouth and rambling incoherently about the gods and monsters.
Lena saw his hands curve into claw-like motions as he lurched forward towards her. Instinctively she positioned herself and utilized one of the throws that Gabri had taught her, effective against a drugged businessman, but, she knew, wholly ineffective against what was lurking out in the darkness of the night.
Planting the sole of her boot against his chest, she didn’t bother pulling a heal-all antidote syringe from her satchel and instead gave him a quick tap, knocking him unconscious before going and collecting little Alison.
One of the military men that Allegiance had recruited passed her, stopping to make sure that both were okay as he rounded up people towards the caravans leaving for safe ground.
“Ma’am, you should really come with me. Bring your daughter and move for safety,” he urged, his impressive 6’3” height allowing him to tower over Lena, and yet his demeanor was not overbearing at all, something she paid close attention to.
Alison nestled her head into the crook of Lena’s neck, an instinctive move of comfort as she murmured something softly against her. Naturally Lena ran a hand over her sleek black hair, comforting her in any little way that she could in these moments of strife.
“I need to get back in there.” She didn’t wait for him to cut her off, and instead continued to plow through. “You know what the protocols are for this. You don’t have to be upper echelon, you just have to have common sense. They’ve got all the important people in the bunkers or evacced them. The governmental, and international, protocols in city-ender situations is to close it off and call it a loss, to institute measures that will eradicate the threat before they can move on. That’s what they’re going to do here if heroes don’t prevail.” He knew it was truth as much as she did, and silently acknowledged it as such as she handed Alison to him.
“Shhh baby, it’s going to be okay. This nice man is going to take you somewhere safe, and he’s going to help you find your family as best he can.” The two adults made eye contact over Alison’s head as he nodded his affirmation, and the girl quietly went into his arms, clinging to him as she had to Lena.
“I need to get back in there. Somebody needs to broadcast what’s happening, to show the world the truth.” Hunkering into her jacket, Lena again faced the crowd, dodging through, further and further into the chaos.
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