“Fine,” Jessica said through clenched teeth as Alexandra’s fingers dug into her throat. “Do it. Kill me! You’re still…his…sister!”
Alexandra’s vice-like grip tightened. Jessica’s muscles began to go limp. The bounty hunter increased the pressure until her prey lost consciousness. Then, she let go.
Taking Jessica’s sidearm, she moved to the door. Then stopped. Jessica’s datapad lay at her feet. She knelt to pick it up. Two charts were displayed on the datapad’s screen. One read “Hector Salazar,” and another “Alexandra Salazar.” A summary of the DNA analysis indicated that the strands were nearly identical:
“…results suggest a genetic link between test subjects: 99.99% likelihood of genetic correlation.”
Alexandra stuffed the datapad into her pocket before opening the medical station’s door. A single guard stood watch in the corridor. He glanced over his shoulder. By the time his face registered surprise Alexandra had already put the newly acquired sidearm to his head and pulled the trigger.
She eyed the way finding signs on the wall before finding the room labeled “Armory.”
She took off at a jog. All Subdivision personnel were on high alert at their posts. She met no resistance. Minutes later she found herself at the armory’s entrance.
She entered a tight, square entry room. To her left, behind an energy-shielded window, sat a security guard. The only other door was fortified with a keycard entry and reinforced plating.
The security guard’s voice came through the speaker system. “Can I help you?”
“Two medics in the medical station just passed out,” said Alexandra. “I don’t know what happened. Everyone else is busy. I need your help! Quick!”
The soldier’s dumbfounded look swiftly turned to skepticism. “What? That doesn’t make any–”
“Check the security cameras,” Alexandra said. “Hurry! They need help!”
He checked his monitor. The medic and Jessica were both sprawled out across the medical station’s floor. The guard cursed, jumped out of his chair, and then disappeared into the adjacent room. Alexandra shifted her position so that she was closer to the armored door. It opened. The guard stepped through.
“How did you–”
Alexandra’s weapon flared. Paralysis spread through the guard’s body. He stumbled to the ground. She stepped over his unconscious body into the armory.
