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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.
Micah wasn’t too worried about his predicament. It was the first of many pick-ups from law enforcement that he had encountered. Though, most of the time, they just saw a delinquent, but now he is known as The Rebel, a public enemy, a martyr waiting to be made.
They gave him a “choice”, if the term were to be used as loosely as common vernacular would allow for. they’d trapped him in a literal room with nothing but lanterns and a notebook with a pen to have him write out current rebel plans.
The joke was on them. Even if he did write it out, he had met kindergartners with more legible handwriting.
He was determined not to worry. People would notice when he didn’t answer back immediately. At any rate, Micah programmed a panic code into his phone which both caused it to fry its own circuits, but not before alerting Shay and sending his files to her phone. She had been more put together than he had seen in months, and it was nice to have his confidant and ally back in business.
Commotion was upstairs, and Micah tried to block the loud noises out of his mind. The door creaked open gently, and he stood tensely, just in case. He would only leave with people who he could determine wouldn’t harm him more. Micah was confident he could brawl through one or two people, but more than that was unlikely. And it was even more questionable if he could even get out of this deadzone.
“Who are you?” Micah asked, dropping his voice low into his chest, trying to make himself sound older, larger, more threatening.
