The date was February 25th, 1965.
The weather was below freezing. A young woman was pulling herself into an open window of a pharmaceutical company.
Klaudia was a journalist for a big magazine in Wisconsin. Two of her colleagues were at two separate locations that were owned by the same company.
They were all there for the same thing. All had the same plan and contingency plan.
She said into her bulky walkie-talkie as she pulled herself out of the cold. She steadied herself on the tiled floor, as she shut the window with both hands and locked it.
"Copy that." A male voice answered.
Her brother Augustus was communication for all three of them.
He did not know the contingency plan.
None of them had clearance to be there.
None of that was exactly legal.
They had to destroy these buildings or die trying.
They were far enough from any city,
where anything should be contained if it came to that.
No innocent's should be hurt. Klaudia did not consider anyone who would choose to work for said facility innocent.
Still, she felt a pang of guilt.
Klaudia, or Klaud as her family called her, was a first generation German American citizen; along with her brother Gus.
Their parents emigrated to america after the end of the second world war.
They wanted the safety and peace they were promised.
The great American dream.
She started off as an investigative journalist. Her protesting increased with the start of the Vietnam war.
Not only were these companies supplying harmful chemicals for the war; they were getting local citizens unlnowingly addicted to substances.
Writing about it wasn't enough.
She had to make a statement.
The plan was to take and/or destroy anything and everything they could.
In the event they were caught...
well, they'd go through the motions.
Of course they all wanted to avoid it;
they just vowed to not leave silently if caught.
She would not be shot silently
and dragged into the dead of night.
She would take each and every one of those murderers down with her.
Besides, it was three in the morning.
It was unlikely that many people
She grabbed folders upon folders
of documents and shoved them
She took countless medications and
flushed them down the sink
with the use of hot water.
She had a small paper drawn map
that an informant made for her.
It was someone who got lucky enough
to gain access for a story.
almost as if she walked on air.
She stayed close to the wall,
ready to slide into a corner and hide.
She was dressed in all black; head to toe.
Her blonde hair was tied back,
pinned beneath her knit hat.
Black gloves covered her shaking hands.
She had to cross the security office
to get to the staircase for the boiler room.
She did so carefully and quietly.
The door was shut; no one came out.
discussed doing, just in case.
All part of their fail safe.
She told herself it'd be fine;
no one would actually be hurt.
they'll notice and stop the leak
She had no issue getting down the stairs; things seemed to go smoothly.
Getting back up however, was a challenge.
The steps creaked and moaned
with each movement she made.
Her whole body tensed as her heart
threatened to beat out of her chest.
For a moment she thought it was already over, especially with the stairway being right next to security.
Miraculously, she made it up undetected.
The linoleum floor did not make a sound as she traveled to the presumed lab.
She tried the knob; it opened easily.
She slid inside the unlint windowless room.
Gus' voice rang from the walkie-talkie
clipped to her belt loop.
The sudden noise startled her; causing her to jump.
"The others just got out. Said they found some good shit."
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
They made it out; it went okay.
She felt a sense of relief.
"Yeah? That's good." She said in a hushed tone.
"I'm scouting the lab. Then I'll head out."
She stated as she looked at some documents scattered about.
One in particular caught her eye.
It was about a clinic but not just any clinic; the one with mysterious deaths of people of color and sterilization of unconsenting women.
"Hey Gus, can you grab the tape recorder and hit record? This can't wait."
She began to read from the page. Word for word. Every name on every entry of the log. Every confession.
It was full admittance of the company knowingly harming these patients.
Just as she finished reading; she heard rushed shouting and hurried steps.
"Shit." She muttered under her breath.
"Gus. Keep recording." She said urgently.
Did they hear the creaking?
Did they hear Gus on the talkie?
Did they intentionally wait untill she was cornered?
"Recording." Gus answered.
"Did something go wrong?"
"I hear them coming. I'm cornered."
"What?" Alarm rang in his usually nonchalant voice.
She began to rush around the lab;
turning on every single burner she could.
"And Gus," she added, while they burst through the door.
Gunshots rang through the air.
A large boom followed suit.
Gus sat in his chair, pale and shaking.
"What the fuck?" He spoke aloud to the empty room. "What just happened?"
Had he just heard his sister die?
"Klaudia?" He asked weakly.
He leaned over his trash can and vomited.
She was vapor. Maybe atoms?
She hasn't realized she still had consciousness, until she heard a voice clear as day; as if it were in her mind.
Did she even still have a mind?
She said her name was Cecelia.
"You just committed a noble sacrifice and saved the lives of many. Do you want a chance to save more?"
Yes, of course. Who wouldn't?
With that, she was reformed.
Born anew as the rain elemental.
With her new life, she choose a name: Raine.
She was no longer Klaudia; no longer human.
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