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Day Three (cont.)

Rod and Collin, still carrying the boxes along the corridor, were stopped by a woman wearing grey coveralls. She was middle-aged and motherly with her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her eyes were sharp and assessing as they bored into them. “Who are you two and where are you taking those?” She demanded. Her voice echoing in the empty corridor had a distinct North Wales accent.

Collin looked worried but Rod kept his composure. “We only started today,” he said, trying to sound confident. “We were told to take these back to the stores but we can’t find it.”

The woman’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as she studied them. “New are you?”

Rod nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. “Yeah, fresh from the agency. First day and all that.”

Her gaze lingered on them for a moment longer before she sighed. “Follow me, I’ll show you where to put these. The Drones don’t like it when things are out of place.”

They trailed her, their eyes scanning the corridor for any signs of trouble, every step feeling like a march towards the gallows. The woman led them into a large storeroom filled with shelves and crates, her movements swift and efficient.

“Here,” she said, pointing to an empty space. “Just put them down there.”

They set the boxes down, the relief palpable. “Cheers, love,” Collin said, flashing a winning smile.

The woman’s expression didn’t change. “English are you? No wonder you are lost!”

Rod tensed. “What makes you say that?”

“You English are always getting lost in Wales.” She gave them a wry smile to show she was joking but the smile rapidly faded. “The Company doesn’t usually hire outsiders. And they normally tell me when somebody new is starting: I’m the foreman.”

Rod’s mind whirred as he recalled what Mil had said. “You must be Gaynor, they told us to look out for you as you were in charge.”

Gaynor seemed to relax. “Okay, I’ve been pretty busy. Are you temporary or permanent?”

“We’re just here for a few days,” he said quickly. “Filling in for a couple of the lads who called in sick.”

Her gaze swept over them again, and for a moment, Rod was sure she’d seen through their ruse. But then she nodded. “Alright, well, don’t dawdle. You’ve got jobs to do.”

They watched as she left, the door hissing shut behind her. “Bloody hell,” Collin breathed. “That was close.”

Rod nodded. “Too close. We’ve got to complete the recce, while the girls find that Colonel’s daughter and then get out of here before we’re discovered.”

“I didn’t know anything about that daughter thing.” Collin said sounding surprised.

“Yeh, it’s an extra mission objective. Mil’s working on it, she doesn’t know anyone else is involved. Although Marcus said that it’s nothing to do with us and we are to concentrate on the primary mission.” The former sergeant stated quietly.

They moved swiftly through the storeroom, using the cover of the crates to navigate the maze of aisles trying to avoid any human beings while watching the drones who were beginning to appear.

“This place is massive,” Collin murmured, his eyes scanning the towering unlabelled shelves. “How the hell do they find anything in here?”

Rod’s gaze fell on a nearby hand truck, used for moving small items. “Perfect,” he whispered. “If we load this, we can push it around without looking suspicious.”

Collin nodded, understanding the urgency in their situation. They grabbed the hand truck and began filling it with random items from the shelves. Each item they placed felt heavier than the last, their eyes darting to the doorway every few seconds, expecting to see the foreman, or worse, a squad of black-suited Synthetics burst in on them.

As they worked, the coms in their ears crackled to life. “Rod, Collin,” Jen’s voice was strained, her words a frantic whisper. “Karen’s in trouble, they’re controlling her!”

“What the fuck?” Rod’s voice was a harsh growl as he paused in his task, his hand hovering over the next crate. “Where are you?”

“We’re at the back of the building, near to the quarry face,” Mil’s voice was calm, almost eerily so, given the situation. “Karen’s still compliant, she’s not resisting us. But we need to get her to a safe place before they realise we’re here. Where are you?”

Rod chewed his lip thoughtfully, the tension in the room palpable. “We’re back in the main warehousing section,” he responded, his voice low and measured. “There’s enough to-ing and fro-ing here to hide your movements. Can you bring her here?”

“I- I think so!” Jen answered.

Mil’s grip on Karen’s arm tightened. “We’re coming to you.” She said into her mic, her voice filled with determination. They had to move quickly, and they had to stay hidden. The drones were everywhere, but if they marched as a squad and moved confidently, they might just make it.

They retraced their steps through the corridors, their eyes peeled for any signs of life. The silver forms of the drones marched past them, their movements precise and unwavering. The occasional grey-clad worker glanced their way, but the drones’ indifference seemed to extend to each other as well as to the human workers. The women took advantage of this, blending into the background as best they could.

The path to the storeroom was fraught with danger. Every corner they turned could potentially reveal a squad of black-suited Hornets, every door they ed could open resulting in their discovery. Determined, they pushed on, driven by the need to rescue their friend and the knowledge that the fate of the mission rested on their shoulders.

As they approached the storeroom, Jen’s voice grew tense in Mil’s ear. “Her icon on my display... it’s got a serial number next to it... It says she’s ‘PD-42’!”

Mil swore under her breath. The Hive had tagged Karen, turned her into a number. They should get her out, now.

The storeroom door loomed ahead, the corridor was empty so they flattened themselves against the wall near it. Mil took a deep breath and peered around the corner. The coast was clear.

Eventually they burst through the door, Jen ing the dazed Karen, and found Rod and Collin waiting for them, their eyes wide with concern. Rod took in the situation at a glance, his jaw tightening.

“We need to get her out of here,” Mil said, her voice urgent. “They’re tracking her.”

Collin nodded, his eyes scanning the room for a suitable hiding place. “There,” he said, pointing to a large empty crate in the corner. “We can stash her in there, keep her safe until we can figure out what the hell’s going on.”

They quickly moved Karen to the crate, placed her inside and covered her with a tarp. The space was cramped, but it was the best they could do for now. Jen hovered over her, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and anger.

“We can’t leave her like this,” she murmured, her hands clenched into fists. “We have to get her out of here.”

Mil nodded, her expression grim. “We will,” she assured her. “But first, we have to deal with the mission. We’ve got intel to gather and a building to infiltrate. We’ll come back for her.”

They stepped away from the crate, their eyes never leaving Karen’s hiding place. Jen took a deep breath, then nodded, her eyes focusing once more. “I know,” she said, her voice firm. “But we need to be careful.”

Rod’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

Jen held up her visor, showing them the tiny red light that blinked steadily. “The Hive’s got eyes everywhere,” she said. “If they’re tracking me, they could be listening in, too.”

Collin swore under his breath. “So much for our stealthy approach.”

“Shit!” Jen cursed.

As they watched, Jen injected herself with a cocktail of drugs she hoped would counteract whatever the Hive had used to tag her. Her body felt like it was on fire as she systematically searched her neck and the base of her skull for any sign of a metallic intruder.

Rod’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “Steady, Jen,” he murmured. “We’re with you.”

The medic’s eyes were wild with fear as she tore at her clothing, looking for the tell-tale glint of metal. “It’s not just Karen,” she panted. “They’ve got me too!”

Mil’s heart sank as she watched Jen’s frantic search. She hadn’t felt the sting of the chip being inserted, hadn’t noticed anything amiss. But now that she knew what to look for, she couldn’t ignore the cold sweat that had broken out on her own skin.

“What is it?” Rod demanded, his voice tight with anxiety.

“My icon... It’s got a serial number, too,” Jen said angrily. “It says I’m ‘PD-43’! I’m pretty sure that PD stands for Pre-Drone.”

Rod’s gaze darted to Mil, his eyes wide. “What does your visor say?”

Mil’s heart was racing, but she knew she had to keep her cool. She checked her visor, hoping against hope that she would be the only one left untouched.

“Nothing,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s still dead.”

But even as she uttered the words Jen found a metallic object just behind her own left ear.

Panic began to set in as they realized the extent of the Hive’s control. The room felt like it was closing in around them, the very air thick with the stench of fear.

“We have to get these things out,” Collin said, his voice gruff. “Now.”

They gathered around Jen, who had found the chip nestled in her own flesh. Her hand was trembling as she reached for the tiny, gleaming object, but she paused.

“What if it sets off an alarm?” Jen whispered, her eyes wide and full of fear.

“We don’t have a choice,” Mil said, her voice firm. “We need to get them out, now, but I don’t think we can.”

Rod’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the hand truck tightening. “What do you mean, we can’t?”

Mil took a deep breath. “It’s connected itself to her nervous system, her coms unit and her visor. If we remove it we’re playing with fire: it could cause nerve damage.”

“Rod?” It was Marcus’s voice in all of their ear-pieces. “What the hell’s going on, Rod, tell me! Tell me now.”

“Boss, we’ve got a situation,” Rod said into his throat mic, his voice tight with tension. “Jen and Karen have been chipped and are being monitored and controlled by the Hive.”

Marcus’s voice was sharp in his ear. “What do you mean, ‘chipped’?”

Mil’s gaze flicked from Jen to the visor. “It’s Hive tech,” she whispered. “They’ve inserted some kind of computer device into their heads. We need to get it out, but if we do it wrong...”

“We’re screwed,” Collin finished grimly.

They heard the sound of boxes being shifted and the squeak of wheels. Mil pulled Jen behind a rack of crates and peered out. Her eyes widened as she recognized the figure moving towards them.

“You two!” It was Gaynor, the foreman, her eyes narrowed and sharp as she spotted them. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice tight.

Rod stepped forward, trying to maintain their cover. “We’re just taking a break.” He said, his heart hammering in his chest.

Gaynor’s frown deepened. “I don’t recall seeing you on the stores rota for today.” She said, her eyes flicking to the hand truck they’d been using to transport the boxes.

“Because we’re new,” Collin began, his voice strained, “they said to report here.”

Gaynor studied them for a long moment, her gaze lingering on the crate where they had hidden Karen. Then she nodded. “Alright, follow me.”

They trailed her out of the storeroom, their eyes darting around nervously. The corridor was filled with the buzz of activity, drones moving to and fro, carrying out their silent, unyielding tasks.

As they approached the entrance to the warehouse, they heard a commotion. The doors slid open, and a group of black-suited Synthetics marched in, their eyes scanning the area. Rod recognized them immediately: Hornets... Hive Enforcers.

Gaynor’s eyes widened when she saw them, and she spun around. “You two, come with me,” she said quickly, her voice urgent. “There’s been an incident.”

From where she watched behind the crates, Mil felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead.

“What kind of incident?” Rod demanded.

“One that doesn’t concern you,” Gaynor said firmly. “But if you’re caught loitering, you’ll wish you’d never set foot in this place.”

The men followed her as she led them away from the stores, down a side corridor that grew quieter with every step. “Look,” she said, turning to face them. “You’re not from any agency, are you?”

The team exchanged glances. “How did you know?” Rod asked.

Gaynor sighed. “You stick out like sore thumbs,” she said. “But I don’t have time to argue with you right now. We’ve got a bigger problem.”

The foreman leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “The Hive is on high alert. They seem to be searching for something... or someone.”

Their hearts sank as they realized the gravity of the situation. If the Hive was searching the facility, it wouldn’t be long before they found Karen. And if they did, their mission would be compromised.

Back in the stores, Mil sighed and turned towards Jen. “Here, let me take another look at...” Her voice trailed off to nothing. She was on her own. Jen had gone. Mil’s eyes scanned the area, her heart racing as the reality of their situation crashed down upon her. Where could she have gone? The Hive was everywhere, and the risk of being caught was higher than ever.

Panic began to set in as she swore under her breath, moved across the storeroom and checked the crate where Karen had been stowed. It was empty, she had gone too. The cold, metallic taste of fear filled Mil’s mouth as she realized the Hive must have taken them both. Her hand hovered over her sidearm, her mind racing with scenarios of what might be happening to her comrades.

She was in the middle of reporting everything to Marcus when she was interrupted. “I thought so!” A female voice with a distinct North Wales accent hissed. Mil’s breath caught in her throat as she spun around, expecting the worst.

Gaynor stepped around the stack of shelves, frowning as she took in the sight of Mil’s drawn weapon. “It’s you, isn’t it Amelia?” she said, her voice tight with tension.

As Mil stepped towards her she raised a hand. “Cool it, they’ve found your friends and must be looking for you!” Mil’s grip tightened on her pistol, her instincts screaming at her to be ready for a fight. But she had to trust her gut feelings; they had saved her life more times than she could count.

Gaynor rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Look, I know you’re not one of them,” she said, jerking her head towards the door and the buzz of drones beyond. “I’ve seen the way you move, the way you look at them.”

Mil took a step back, her hand slowly lowering the weapon. “How do you know about me?” she asked, her voice tight with suspicion.

“Let’s just say that you are no more a synthetic than you are a bird-watcher.” Gaynor muttered as she looked Mil up and down.

Mil’s eyes narrowed, the barrel of her gun still trained on the foreman. “What the hell?”

Gaynor raised her hands in a placating gesture. “I’m not your enemy, look you. I know you’re not one of them.” She insisted, nodding towards the door where the drones patrolled. “You don’t look right and the way you look around, the way you speak... It’s human; far too too human.

“You don’t even look like a synthetic, not dressed like that, believe me I see the bloody things everyday.” Gaynor’s voice was firm, her eyes daring Mil to challenge her.

Mil pushed her weapon back into the equipment pouch suspended from her belt. Then with her mind racing with questions shrugged. “Okay, Gaynor, I’ll bite. What’s your game?”

Gaynor’s expression grew serious. “I’ve been looking after you and your team since I got to work. You’re not like the others who come and go around here. And now, with the Hive on high alert, it’s too dangerous for you to be wandering around like that. Come on, let’s get you into something that won’t stand out.”

Mil followed her through a labyrinth of what seemed to be the quieter corridors, her mind racing. Why would this woman help her? What did she know? As they reached a nondescript door, Gaynor gestured for Mil to go through. “This way.”

The room was small, with tables and chairs that had seen better days, and lockers, battered but very familiar. Mil’s eyes widened as she realized this was the tea room where they’d changed hours before.

“Quickly,” Gaynor urged, her own eyes scanning the corridor outside before shutting the door behind them. “Take off that ridiculous getup before someone else sees you.”

With trembling hands Mil removed the grey coveralls from the locker where she’d stowed them earlier, the fabric whispering against the metal as she yanked it out. The black hornet suit she had been wearing felt like a prison as she peeled it off, ripping the material with the force of her urgency. The cool air of the room kissed her damp skin, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. She had been in that disguise for hours, her every movement calculated to mimic the precise, mechanical gait of the drones that patrolled the building.

As she pulled the last piece of the skin-tight catsuit away from her body, she held the coveralls in front of her belly and turned to face Gaynor, the question burning in her eyes. “So how could you tell?”

Gaynor shrugged nonchalantly, her gaze flicking over Mil’s form with a practised eye. “They’re naked,” she said bluntly. “The black plastic, or whatever it is, it’s bonded to their skin. It doesn’t come off, you can’t even rip it apart. And they don’t get sweaty, or tired, or... anything else human.”

Mil nodded, and stepped into the coveralls, praying that the woman wouldn’t spot her little secret. The garment was a good fit and she pulled it on before wriggling to get more comfortable as it stretched over her muscular form. She felt a twinge of unease as she did up the fastenings.

“How do you know so much about them?” She asked, her voice tight.

Gaynor’s eyes grew distant. “I’ve been here a while,” she said. “I’ve seen a lot of things, things that would make your skin crawl. I know some of the Hive’s secrets. And I know that when they’re looking for something or someone, it’s best to stay out of their way.”

Mil’s heart was racing. “They’ve got two of our team.” She murmured, her voice tight with anger.

“Two women dressed as Hornets?” Gaynor asked. I know, there was nothing I could do.

Mil’s eyes narrowed. “How do we get them back?”

Gaynor sighed heavily, her expression filled with a sadness that seemed to weigh on her very soul. “Forget it, love,” she said, her voice laced with a resignation that chilled Mil to the bone. “They were disguised as Hornets. To the Hive, that’s like they were volunteering to be assimilated. There’s nothing you can do, not now!”

Mil’s eyes blazed with determination as she took the proffered mug of tea, her grip so tight it was a wonder it didn’t shatter. “We’re not leaving anyone behind,” she said firmly. “We’re a team, and we stick together.”

Gaynor poured a mug of tea and handed it too her. “The Hive is a team too and they stick closer together than you ever dreamed was possible.”

Mil took the mug with a trembling hand, the warmth of the tea doing little to calm her nerves. The bitter scent filled the room, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile smell that permeated the rest of the facility. “I’m not leaving Karen or Jenny.” She said flatly.

Gaynor took a sip of her own tea, her gaze steady on Mil’s face. “You might not have a choice, love.” She said, her voice heavy with regret. “But I’ll do what I can.”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the ticking of a clock on the wall and the muffled noises of the Hive’s drones in the distance. The tea was strong and bitter, a stark reminder of the harsh reality they faced. Mil’s thoughts were racing, trying to come up with a plan, but her mind was a whirlwind of chaos.

“The men you came with, I got them outside, they’re helping to load a lorry. Drink you tea and then we’ll get the three of you away from here.” Gaynor said quietly.

“They’re both outside?” Mil asked, her eyes narrowing as she took a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn down her throat.

“Yes, they’re safe for now,” Gaynor said with a nod. “But we need to get moving. The Hive has no interest in men, love. It’s all about the females. We’re the only ones they assimilate.”

“Mil, this is Marcus,” the team leader’s voice was gruff, “What’s the sitrep?”

Marcus’s voice sounded in Mil’s earpiece and Gaynor watched the rapid back and forth of the conversation with an amused look on her face.

“Your boss telling you to get out, is he?” She asked when Mil had finished, a knowing glint in her eye.

Mel nodded, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. “He says we’re gonna get a court order and that’ll force the Hive to hand our people back.”

Gaynor snorted, a sound that was surprisingly human in the cold, mechanical world of the Hive “A court order, is it?” She said with a shake of her head. “You really think that’ll work?”

“It’s all we’ve got.” Mil said defensively, her eyes never leaving the locker where she had stored her gear.

“All you’ll get is a sheath of legal paperwork that’s completely in order,” Gaynor said, her voice sad. “They’re clever, love, they know how to cover their tracks. Your friends will have signed to say that they’ve ed the Hive of their own free will and that they’ve resigned their citizenship voluntarily.”

Mil felt a cold knot form in her stomach. “How do you know?” She demanded, her voice tight with anger.

Gaynor looked at her, her eyes filled with a quiet resignation. “I don’t,” she said. “But that’s what it said on my daughter’s paperwork.”

The words hit Mil like a gut punch. The thought of Karen and Jen g away their lives, their very identities, was unbearable. Her fists clenched tightly around the tea mug, the heat of the ceramic biting into her skin.

“What happened to your daughter?” She asked, her voice low.

Gaynor took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the floor. “She was like you.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She came here, looking for answers, trying to help those she saw as victims. And now she’s one of them.”

“How did they get her?” Mil’s voice was filled with dread.

“They get inside your head.” Gaynor said, her voice growing more urgent. “They make you think you’re doing the right thing, that you’re part of something greater. And before you know it, you’re g away everything you ever knew, everything you ever were.”

The room was silent, the only sound the distant hum of the Hive’s machinery. Mil’s mind raced with the implications of what Gaynor was telling her. Could Karen and Jen still be saved? Or was it already too late?

Gaynor reached out and put a hand on Mil’s arm. “Look, love, I know you want to help them. I do, too. But you can’t go in there guns blazing. You’ll just get yourself assimilated, just like them.”

Half an hour later Rod, Mil and Colin were sprawled in the back of the lorry, the rough ride doing little to soothe their frazzled nerves. They had barely spoken a word since leaving the quarry, each lost in their own thoughts, the gravity of their failure weighing heavily on their shoulders. The journey to Corris Uchaf was a tense few minutes, with the constant fear of discovery lurking in every shadow and every turn of the winding road.

As the lorry pulled into the village, Mil couldn’t shake the image of Sally from her mind. She had hoped, against all odds, that they would be able to rescue her, but now she knew that the girl was lost to the Hive. The realization that their mission had not only failed, but had led to the assimilation of two of their own was a bitter pill to swallow.

The driver pulled up in the centre of the village so that they could hop out, the engine’s rumble echoing off the Victorian stone buildings. Mil wandered around to the driver’s door, her hand raised to thank the man who had smuggled them out of the Hive’s clutches. But her words died in her throat as she found herself staring up at a silver drone and the sight of it sent a cold shiver down her spine. The droid’s eyes glinted in the sunlight, it’s friendly smile eerily human as it nodded at her in acknowledgment.

The lorry pulled away, leaving her standing there, seemingly rooted to the spot.

“What’s wrong, Mil?” Rod’s voice was sharp with concern, pulling her out of her daze.

Mil turned to face her teammates, her eyes wide with shock. “The lorry driver...” She said quietly. “It was Sally Carter.”