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@technxpathic
Like everyone else on God’s green Earth, Annabelle had heard of Micah Sanders, the Rebel, etc, etc. Although she’d never actually met the man (boy, the poor kid was barely legally able to drink), Annie already felt a deep respect for him and everything he’d done for the cause. The way she saw it, he wasn’t that different from Big Bosses like Malcolm X.
(Even her mother, who preferred peaceful resistance like Mahatma Ghandi’s and Martin Luther King’s, agreed.)
Like everyone else at her facility, Annabelle heard about the capture of Micah Sanders. The Rebel. Etc, etc.
The Rogues didn’t even need to contact her. Annie sent a message to her brother, who warned them she was already on it.
Annabelle worked quickly. It took a little bit of lying, stealing, sneaking – nothing she wasn’t used to, just in broader scale – but she got it done, found out where Sanders was being kept. A cabin in the middle of nowhere, underground, beneath steel and concrete and dirt, old-fashioned and without one piece of technology for miles.
Annabelle got to the front door of the facility after an 8 hour car drive, geared herself up with a couple of guns and a couple of knives, winged eyeliner and a kitsune mask from a thrift store.
Now all she had to do was get inside, kill everyone on sight, get Sanders, then get him out and take him somewhere safe.
Piece of cake.
