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Hostage
Written by Accuide
Sometimes, he thought that the only real work that you do in the Medical Department was vibing in the observatory. At times, the room would have been jammed with personnel, but today, it was just the principal doctor and a nurse. It was a peaceful morning, save for the occasional Class-D crossing the line.
Boop. The radio rang. “Requesting a Principal Doctor + to TSTA-II for vial assistance please.” He sighed. Now he would have to do another report.
As he was gathering up his things and turned to leave, shots rang out behind him. He rolled his eyes. The Security Department could never keep the Test Subject Containment Area secure. But just as he was swiping his card on the exit door, the glass broke. Shots rang out. Footsteps behind him. The CDs had breached the OBS.
It happened so fast that the Doctor barely had time to get out his medkit. His heart nearly stopped when the nurse was gunned down behind him.
“Hey, you, hands up,” a voice called. The Doctor was now a hostage.
The CDs were a scary group. One of them had his head pulled into a sausage and his face spray-painted on to the front. The Scientific Department was seriously running out of good test ideas.
Of course, the Specialised Response Unit took forever to show up.
“The hostage is safe and sound,” the sausage CD said. The Doctor rolled his eyes. They had nearly ripped off his arm, dragging him to the cell.
“What are your demands?”
“Hide and seek with MTF in the CZs.”
“You’re crazy. Ok think in your big long brain. MTF is too lazy to come on for a Principal Doctor.” The sausage cocked his gun. A sigh came out from the SRU.
“Fine.”
It was a long unorganized procession getting the CDs into the airlocks, a typical inefficiency of the Security Department. They nearly forgot the Doctor.
He finally sighed a breath of relief as he finally got back into the familiar territory of the TSTA. But as he returned to the OBS, he heard a gun cock behind him.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The CDs fell to the floor. The SRU never was going to honor the CDs’ demands. He sighed again. He thought he had become a CD to save lives, but he was doing a terrible job of it. But what could be done about it?
A note to MaD/MD High Command, the title of this book is "Hostage." The "AsianEinstein" at the top is just a feature of the Sandbox.
