I’m hyped and kinda scared to present you my “”“"sweet”“”“ child Artemis with this little chapter about her.
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“Do you ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing didn’t happen?”
“GET HER!” A guard shouted as gunshots echoed through the hallways. The intruder ducked around the bend and dashed down the corridor, closely pursued by the shooters. Her attempt at breaking in had only gone well for the parts she remembered–every time, she crawled a little bit deeper into the facility. Artemis was making progress, but this hadn’t been the mission that would lead her to her goal. As the gunmen followed her down the hallway, she looked around for a way out, knowing that staying in such an enclosed space would make her a much easier target. She noticed a ventilation shaft above her head and jumped up, grabbing onto it and swinging herself backwards at her attackers. She kicked the guns out of the hands of the two closer men, sending their weapons to the ground and leaving them unarmed. She knew the others wouldn’t shoot at risk of harming their coworkers.
Artemis wrapped her legs around the neck of one of the men, using her tough motorcycle helmet to bash into the other one’s skull with a powerful headbutt. She kicked the one she was riding in the ribs before jumping off, pushing his flailing body into the guards that were still armed. The sound of their weapons clattering to the floor was the green light she needed to turn around and take off once again, hopping up into the vent that she’d swung on before. Thankfully the direction of the shaft didn’t follow the hallway, so she didn’t have to worry about the men picking up their weapons and shooting her from below. She knew exactly where it led, too; the upper floor storage rooms. There was a complete armory, and although Artemis had her own weapons, she headed that way. It would be far easier to break in the future if a large chunk of their weapon supply was destroyed, wouldn’t it?
The woman kicked out the vent cover leading into the armory, and jumped down into the room, confident that she had time to cause some damage before they figured out where she was. There were aisles of weapons as far as the eyes could see, and she would need to find a way to destroy all of them at once. She ran through them, weaving in and out, looking for a way to knock over the shelves. It was a true jackpot of weapons, nearly making her sad that she had to destroy them; their collection even expanded all the way back to vintage rifles, not that they really needed those, and leaving Artemis confused about why they even owned them.
Knocking over the shelves seemed like the only practical option. Not only would making the shelves into dominoes destroy some of the weapons, but it would also make it harder for security to find Artemis after the fact. However, once she reached the third aisle and heard the armory door open, she found a much more efficient way of vandalizing their weapon stash; flamethrowers. On their own, flamethrowers would draw too much attention and give away her position. But it was what powered them that would be the real advantage, gasoline. Artemis took some gas canisters off the flamethrowers as quickly and quietly as possible, hearing the guards approaching her position.
Once there were about three cans of gasoline strapped to her belt, Artemis climbed to the top of the shelves and out of sight. “Armory cleared. Search the other connected rooms,” she heard from below as the footsteps dulled. Her time to strike had come, but Artemis needed to move fast so she wouldn’t get caught. She dumped one of the cans over the shelf she’d been perched on before dashing out of the room, being sure to keep the trail intact. The nearest window would be in an office a few turns away, and it was likely to be highly patrolled. If she was going to get out, a distraction would be needed. Artemis popped the lids off of the other two gas canisters and rolled them into the armory before pulling out her lighter and dropping it, dashing into a nearby closet.
It wasn’t long before the whole place was interrupted by sirens, and the only other audible noises were footsteps moving towards fire exits. Artemis listened closely to those footsteps, and when they dulled, she moved back into the hallway, breaking into a sprint. The door handle was hot, and once out, it was obvious why. Her fire had spread to the hallway carpet, and if she didn’t run, it would envelop her only way out. She ducked her head and ran, thankful for the helmet keeping the smoke out of her face. When she finally reached the office with the window she slammed the door open and then immediately shut it behind her, trying to stall the flames from nipping at her heels. There was just one problem…
There was someone else in the room. He appeared to be a scientist, and looked terrified if not slightly crazed. He pulled a gun, aiming with shaky hands at Artemis. “D-don’t move! You’re the one who pulled the alarm, aren’t you?!”
Artemis scowled, not that he could see her face. “You idiot, the fire is real. It’s right outside that door, and we need to leave now.” She insisted, walking over to the window and ignoring his gun trained on her. “Shoot the glass, or we’re both going to die.”
“No! You’re lying!” He shouted, running over to the door. Artemis wasn’t watching him, but heard him hiss in pain when he went to reach the doorknob. “Ooh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!” He swung around back towards her. “Are you insane?!”
“Yes. Do you believe me now, at least?”
The doctor nodded, still nervously looking around the room. “You have a parachute or something, right? We can’t just… jump.”
Artemis rolled her eyes. “Calm down, would you? Speak to me. Do you have kids?”
“N-no! No, everything I do, I do for Targent! I’m not even married!”
“Then that’s why you need to get out of here alive? To continue to serve them?”
“Yes, Targent is my only life purpose, I’m nothing without it.” Artemis rolled her eyes in silence “Look, we’re on the third floor, a jump from this height will incapacitate us! You better have some kind of plan!” He whined, solidifying Artemis’ choice about what she was going to do to escape.
“I do. Shoot the glass,” She demanded in a deadpan voice, finally turning and looking at the scientist only to glare at him. “We don’t have a choice if we want to get out of here. We’re jumping.” Artemis informed him, moving slightly so he had a good shot. Reluctantly, the scientist raised his gun and pulled the trigger. The sound of the bullet smashing through the glass filled the room, and noticing the flames starting to seep underneath the door, she ushered the man towards their exit. “Come on, there’s no more time!”
Once at the ledge, the scientist looked her in the eyes, terrified. “Why? Why are you saving me?”
Artemis scoffed. “I’m not.” and then kicked him square in the chest, sending him toppling out the window screaming for his life. “You’re my crashpad.” And with a grin on her face she stepped outside, letting gravity pull her safely to the ground. It wasn’t ideal, but learning how to divide her weight and how to position herself over the scientist’s body, Artemis managed to stick the landing without incapacitating herself. “Sorry doc. Just business.” she apologized with a groan as she stood up, watching the building begin to burn from the ground. It wouldn’t destroy everything, but security would be weaker the next time she struck, so the mission had been successful.
Safe from the fire, Artemis pulled off her helmet, letting her light caramel-colored hair flow down her shoulders like a silky waterfall. It hadn’t been a cakewalk, but her next visit will be. One day, Artemis was going to watch Targent crumble, and know that it would never return. Only then could she rest… but even so… seeing the place burn happened to be pretty cathartic. Artemis stood up, turning around and looking for checkpoints to remember where she’d left her getaway spot. Thankfully, the agents were too distracted by the fire to stop her from revving her engine and driving away. The true challenge was yet to come, but Artemis smiled, because those bursts of revenge in between were always sweet.
