Try the story if you wish. I summoned you to maybe have a new read.
Ok... O.O Wait...what am I doing again? o.O
Nanoonanoo: I'm not sure, but humans call it re-adding. Quite frankly I don't see the connection, I've re-added several stories on here and have yet to to make use of my mathimedicinal expertise even once, not to mention redoing any of it...
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
-last edited on May 9, 2018 18:04:04 GMT by Torahvision
Post by Torahvision on May 9, 2018 18:03:04 GMT
Part 3
Escape Room
Air rushed into my nostrils and I woke up beneath something—some kind of rubble. I pushed it off with little resistance and stood up.
“I was just about to awaken you sir with an electrical stimulus, but you seem to have done so yourself.”
“Thank you, Carson. Could you—”
“I’m scanning the wreckage for bodies now, sir.” Heat related images showed up in my helmet, detailing two people amidst the crash site. I raced to one of the heat signatures and yanked off piles of metal and rock from the surrounding area. My wife lied at the bottom with blood smeared everywhere. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, assuring me she was still alive.
Her eyes opened, and she caught sight of me standing above her, “Nathaniel...?”
I knelt beside her and cradled her head, “Yes, sweetheart, it’s me.” Carson thoughtfully disassembled my helmet from my face.
Her hand lifted and brushed my cheek gently as she smiled, “Why are you so worried? I’ll be alright.”
Tears swelled in my eyes, “I know you will.”
She gulped and dropped her hand to her neck, gasping for air, “Is Talitha safe? Did you save her?”
I glanced toward the road as the final SUV carrying my daughter dropped out of sight, “Yes, darling. I saved her. She’ll be with us shortly.”
My wife smiled once again, “Good. Keep her safe, Nathan. Keep her safe…”
“Hey, don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be alright.” I was about to move her until I noticed a bone protruding from her abdomen.
An earpiece extended from my concealed helmet for Carson to speak, “She’s in a critical state, sir. If you move her, she’ll be dead in seconds. I also want to warn you that Hydra has mobilized a S.T.R.I.K.E. team to this location and will be arriving in three minutes.”
I nodded as the ear piece retracted into the neck area, “You’ll be alright, darling. Everything’s going to be ok.”
My wife squirmed and grabbed my head, “I love you, Nathaniel. I always have. Through all the hardships we’ve shared together, I have always loved you.”
Water clouded my senses as I began to cry, “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Her smile cracked into a grimace as pain gripped her body. She twisted and then fell limp in my arms. My composure broke and I wailed in sorrow. My helmet reconstructed around my face, “Sir, they’re in the area and are advancing immediately.”
Ignoring him, I stayed by Tamsen, crying and blubbering in anguish.
“Sir, please. If you stay with her, your daughter will be lost too.”
I inhaled stiffly and looked about me. Carson outlined various figures concealed behind vehicles and walls with holographs. Suddenly, dirt began exploding around me in vertical blasts as the cold Hydra henchmen advanced. I leapt into the sky and left the city.
I traveled to an apartment complex in a neighboring city and changed into a normal outfit. I stuffed my Kestrel Exo-7.5 suit in a backpack I had picked up from a garbage can. After making arrangements at the apartment, I walked to a nearby Wal-Mart and picked up a hoodie and types of clandestine clothing. This Hydra business was going to be serious. If I wanted my daughter back, I’d have to be very careful. After all, I was just one guy with a flight suit and above average abilities. After that, I found a decent mom-and-pop gun shop where I could discreetly pick up more ammunition—something I had been using in excess up to now—and magazines to quickly reload my pistols. By then, I ran out of most of the funds stored in my wallet. I knew I’d need to make it to the bank, but I also knew that any transaction I made in my name would result in alerting Hydra to my location. So, after considering that, I decided to use an emergency storage I made a long, long time ago in case a situation like this arose. I was, indeed, a spy and S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. team agent.
My feet were killing me at the end of my trek to my secret stash, but I had made it without being followed or spotted by security footage. Glancing over my shoulder for a quick scan behind me, I knelt down by a brick building and brushed dust off one of the bricks. I then felt around it for a depression and, once I found it, pressed into it. The brick I’d brushed off popped out for me to remove from the building. I did so quickly, constantly glancing around me, and removed about 100,000 dollars in cash, multiple passports, a small sidearm, falsified credentials for a false bank account that contained even more money (real money by the way), and some S.H.I.E.L.D. identification cards for Level 6 security. I stuffed these into a satchel I brought along and shoved the storage box back into its slot in the wall. From there, I returned to my apartment to plot my next move.
Air rushed into my nostrils and I woke up beneath something—some kind of rubble. I pushed it off with little resistance and stood up.
“I was just about to awaken you sir with an electrical stimulus, but you seem to have done so yourself.”
“Thank you, Carson. Could you—”
“I’m scanning the wreckage for bodies now, sir.” Heat related images showed up in my helmet, detailing two people amidst the crash site. I raced to one of the heat signatures and yanked off piles of metal and rock from the surrounding area. My wife lied at the bottom with blood smeared everywhere. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, assuring me she was still alive.
Her eyes opened, and she caught sight of me standing above her, “Nathaniel...?”
I knelt beside her and cradled her head, “Yes, sweetheart, it’s me.” Carson thoughtfully disassembled my helmet from my face.
Her hand lifted and brushed my cheek gently as she smiled, “Why are you so worried? I’ll be alright.”
Tears swelled in my eyes, “I know you will.”
She gulped and dropped her hand to her neck, gasping for air, “Is Talitha safe? Did you save her?”
I glanced toward the road as the final SUV carrying my daughter dropped out of sight, “Yes, darling. I saved her. She’ll be with us shortly.”
My wife smiled once again, “Good. Keep her safe, Nathan. Keep her safe…”
“Hey, don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be alright.” I was about to move her until I noticed a bone protruding from her abdomen.
An earpiece extended from my concealed helmet for Carson to speak, “She’s in a critical state, sir. If you move her, she’ll be dead in seconds. I also want to warn you that Hydra has mobilized a S.T.R.I.K.E. team to this location and will be arriving in three minutes.”
I nodded as the ear piece retracted into the neck area, “You’ll be alright, darling. Everything’s going to be ok.”
My wife squirmed and grabbed my head, “I love you, Nathaniel. I always have. Through all the hardships we’ve shared together, I have always loved you.”
Water clouded my senses as I began to cry, “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Her smile cracked into a grimace as pain gripped her body. She twisted and then fell limp in my arms. My composure broke and I wailed in sorrow. My helmet reconstructed around my face, “Sir, they’re in the area and are advancing immediately.”
Ignoring him, I stayed by Tamsen, crying and blubbering in anguish.
“Sir, please. If you stay with her, your daughter will be lost too.”
I inhaled stiffly and looked about me. Carson outlined various figures concealed behind vehicles and walls with holographs. Suddenly, dirt began exploding around me in vertical blasts as the cold Hydra henchmen advanced. I leapt into the sky and left the city.
I traveled to an apartment complex in a neighboring city and changed into a normal outfit. I stuffed my Kestrel Exo-7.5 suit in a backpack I had picked up from a garbage can. After making arrangements at the apartment, I walked to a nearby Wal-Mart and picked up a hoodie and types of clandestine clothing. This Hydra business was going to be serious. If I wanted my daughter back, I’d have to be very careful. After all, I was just one guy with a flight suit and above average abilities. After that, I found a decent mom-and-pop gun shop where I could discreetly pick up more ammunition—something I had been using in excess up to now—and magazines to quickly reload my pistols. By then, I ran out of most of the funds stored in my wallet. I knew I’d need to make it to the bank, but I also knew that any transaction I made in my name would result in alerting Hydra to my location. So, after considering that, I decided to use an emergency storage I made a long, long time ago in case a situation like this arose. I was, indeed, a spy and S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. team agent.
My feet were killing me at the end of my trek to my secret stash, but I had made it without being followed or spotted by security footage. Glancing over my shoulder for a quick scan behind me, I knelt down by a brick building and brushed dust off one of the bricks. I then felt around it for a depression and, once I found it, pressed into it. The brick I’d brushed off popped out for me to remove from the building. I did so quickly, constantly glancing around me, and removed about 100,000 dollars in cash, multiple passports, a small sidearm, falsified credentials for a false bank account that contained even more money (real money by the way), and some S.H.I.E.L.D. identification cards for Level 6 security. I stuffed these into a satchel I brought along and shoved the storage box back into its slot in the wall. From there, I returned to my apartment to plot my next move.
Air rushed into my nostrils and I woke up beneath something—some kind of rubble. I pushed it off with little resistance and stood up.
“I was just about to awaken you sir with an electrical stimulus, but you seem to have done so yourself.”
“Thank you, Carson. Could you—”
“I’m scanning the wreckage for bodies now, sir.” Heat related images showed up in my helmet, detailing two people amidst the crash site. I raced to one of the heat signatures and yanked off piles of metal and rock from the surrounding area. My wife lied at the bottom with blood smeared everywhere. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, assuring me she was still alive.
Her eyes opened, and she caught sight of me standing above her, “Nathaniel...?”
I knelt beside her and cradled her head, “Yes, sweetheart, it’s me.” Carson thoughtfully disassembled my helmet from my face.
Her hand lifted and brushed my cheek gently as she smiled, “Why are you so worried? I’ll be alright.”
Tears swelled in my eyes, “I know you will.”
She gulped and dropped her hand to her neck, gasping for air, “Is Talitha safe? Did you save her?”
I glanced toward the road as the final SUV carrying my daughter dropped out of sight, “Yes, darling. I saved her. She’ll be with us shortly.”
My wife smiled once again, “Good. Keep her safe, Nathan. Keep her safe…”
“Hey, don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be alright.” I was about to move her until I noticed a bone protruding from her abdomen.
An earpiece extended from my concealed helmet for Carson to speak, “She’s in a critical state, sir. If you move her, she’ll be dead in seconds. I also want to warn you that Hydra has mobilized a S.T.R.I.K.E. team to this location and will be arriving in three minutes.”
I nodded as the ear piece retracted into the neck area, “You’ll be alright, darling. Everything’s going to be ok.”
My wife squirmed and grabbed my head, “I love you, Nathaniel. I always have. Through all the hardships we’ve shared together, I have always loved you.”
Water clouded my senses as I began to cry, “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Her smile cracked into a grimace as pain gripped her body. She twisted and then fell limp in my arms. My composure broke and I wailed in sorrow. My helmet reconstructed around my face, “Sir, they’re in the area and are advancing immediately.”
Ignoring him, I stayed by Tamsen, crying and blubbering in anguish.
“Sir, please. If you stay with her, your daughter will be lost too.”
I inhaled stiffly and looked about me. Carson outlined various figures concealed behind vehicles and walls with holographs. Suddenly, dirt began exploding around me in vertical blasts as the cold Hydra henchmen advanced. I leapt into the sky and left the city.
I traveled to an apartment complex in a neighboring city and changed into a normal outfit. I stuffed my Kestrel Exo-7.5 suit in a backpack I had picked up from a garbage can. After making arrangements at the apartment, I walked to a nearby Wal-Mart and picked up a hoodie and types of clandestine clothing. This Hydra business was going to be serious. If I wanted my daughter back, I’d have to be very careful. After all, I was just one guy with a flight suit and above average abilities. After that, I found a decent mom-and-pop gun shop where I could discreetly pick up more ammunition—something I had been using in excess up to now—and magazines to quickly reload my pistols. By then, I ran out of most of the funds stored in my wallet. I knew I’d need to make it to the bank, but I also knew that any transaction I made in my name would result in alerting Hydra to my location. So, after considering that, I decided to use an emergency storage I made a long, long time ago in case a situation like this arose. I was, indeed, a spy and S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. team agent.
My feet were killing me at the end of my trek to my secret stash, but I had made it without being followed or spotted by security footage. Glancing over my shoulder for a quick scan behind me, I knelt down by a brick building and brushed dust off one of the bricks. I then felt around it for a depression and, once I found it, pressed into it. The brick I’d brushed off popped out for me to remove from the building. I did so quickly, constantly glancing around me, and removed about 100,000 dollars in cash, multiple passports, a small sidearm, falsified credentials for a false bank account that contained even more money (real money by the way), and some S.H.I.E.L.D. identification cards for Level 6 security. I stuffed these into a satchel I brought along and shoved the storage box back into its slot in the wall. From there, I returned to my apartment to plot my next move.
A hoodie...I approve.
Great heart-wrenching part, Torah.
I approve of your approval.
Gotta have 'm. *in Batman voice* Tell me... did you cry? You will...
I can see it now, Essa- The living Ad campaign!! XD 
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