Serial 422

She sat in the shadows of the Tokyo alleyway. Cold, and impatient she waited for something to happen. Anything would be better than sitting in the dark at 2 am. She fidgeted, then straightened the tie that kept her shoulder length blond hair at bay. And there it was, the signal. Three flashes of a mirror. Proceed as ordered, 5 minute window. She reached inside her thin coat and pulled out a oddly shaped bundle affixed it to the old brick wall to her right, pushed a small button the ran. She ducked into an ally way 3 stores down covered her face with her arm and pressed dial on her disposable phone.
The explosion that followed shook her bones, and knocked mortar out of nearby buildings. She ran from the ally pulled out her shotgun and proceeded into the dust that was once a wall. Four other shadows entered as well.
Inside the building cages of women, ranging in every age,race and language stood mortified. Then realizing they could be freed started to yell and beg. The five shadows converged and quickly picked the twelve locks. Three of the shadows, corralled the frightened women out of the building. Two stayed behind.
One was the blond girl the other a man with a brown crew cut and body piercings pulled two cans of red spray paint out of his jacket. he threw one to the girl.

“So Tabatha not a bad haul eh?” he smirked the started his work on the wall.

Tabitha smiled and spoke “Not bad Andy not bad at all” she finished dropped the paint can and ran. He followed a second later.

All they left was destruction, two empty paint cans, and two signs on the wall:

the five shadows of hope saved lives tonight.
the council is a lie, open your eyes, to truth.

The transports returned to the loading docks of the old warehouse. Boxes were unloaded, business as usual, it is after all a warehouse. But the boxes weren't going to the warehouse but under it. A mile under the surface a secret city thrived. This city on the outskirts of what used to be Tokyo just ten short years ago was one of the only truly free places left on earth. There were 8 more but this one was the most heavily armed. Hope was a beautiful place. Tabatha went down the elevator with three large crates. When the elevator came to a stop,and the doors opened. There stood a young woman waiting. She looked very serious. The long black hair was done in a braid that seemed impossibly tight. Her skin was pale but still had a olive twinge to it, dark brown eyes seemed made of knowledge and fire, and her thin gold framed glasses only magnified the effect. She was very beautiful in a classic sense, tall around 5'9 perfect hourglass figure dressed in crimson, and gunmetal grey. She radiated power of her very being.

“How was your trip captain Tabatha?”

Tabatha clicked her heels together and saluted her. She always felt very short compared to this woman. Even with her heeled boots.


“It went well Admiral Cat. No causalities, minimal damage and fifty two freed women”

Cat then smiled. It was a beautiful haunting smile,it spoke of danger. “Good now lets get the girls outta the boxes”


across the city a woman was sitting at the bar a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hand. It had been a rough night. Hell the last ten years had been rough. Had it only been ten? It seemed so much longer, like a century. A century ago when she had a real life,love, a job where she didn't have to kill. A job where others weren't killed. It flashed in her mind again suddenly, and she quickly pushed it down. Another shot was in order, maybe three.
A man came over and wrapped his arms around her, then kissed her neck.

“Set you've had enough” he started to pick her up when she spoke

“And who are you my mother? Sorry that bitch is long dead. Leave me alone Joshie. Let me erase my mind and start over.”

“To do that you'd have to drown in the bottle. Come on your going to bed.”

she sighed, she didn't want to fight. She let a smile form on her lips “ mine or yours baby?”

“yours. Alone. your smashed Set”

“Aww but its so cold and lonely” she started to undo his jumpsuit

“Set....I'm....not sober enough---------- she kissed him hard slipping her tongue in his mouth.

“Not sober enough for what Joshie” she practically purred

“ umm.......not sober enough too....” he leaned in close”....to...say....no” he kissed her roughly and then disappeared into the belly of Hope with her.

He awoke in the pre-dawn light, mostly from habit. He rolled to his left and felt warmth. He snaked his arms under the blankets and around her waist, pulling her to his chest. She always slept like that. In a little ball, as if guarding herself from the world. He smiled sadly this woman in his arms was remarkable, but hell you didn't get to be a general for nothing. He loved her, but then again love was a strong word, was very fond of her was more appropriate, perhaps why he cheated with her. His wife either didn't noticed or didn't care. He did, He loved Mira. Set, Set was a woman, charming child-like, maybe even elven in some aspects, but she wasn't Mira. He moved her shoulder length wavy chestnut hair out of her face.
She was attractive but not what you call beautiful. No, not beautiful Admiral Cat was beautiful, Mira was beautiful, Set was adorable. Her skin was very pale but not quite porcelain. She had adorable peach colored lips full with a cupids bow. Her nose was fine lady-like but kind of upturned like a pixie. She had big Grey-blue eyes that always looked sad . She was on the tall side 5'8. she voluptuous a true womans body large breasts, hips full but not as full as they should be. Her feet were tiny and well formed. She was cute. Yes cute but not a stunning beauty.
He looked at the clock Mira's shift still had four hours left. He snuggled back under the blankets and fell asleep. He didn't notice her gather her things, dress and leave.

Set ran through ally-ways, running home blindly. She knew the streets well after all she helped build Hope. She reached home in five minutes. She showered took a contraceptive, Josh had never been good about using a rubber, and dressed she had to be in her office in 20 minutes. She packed a gym bag with her jump uniform and a lab coat. After dressing she ran out the door and down the road.

“Morning Dr. Baset” a perky dark skinned girl with platinum blond hair chirped. Her blue uniform was pristine and it clung to her motherly figure.

“Morning Nurse Casandra and morning Princess Erinn”

“Hi lady” a three year old girl said before going back to the doll she was mauling.

The two adult women looked each other over before bursting out laughing.

“ My god Cass, why do we do that every morning? Its not like we care.”

“'Cause its funny as hell, right princess?

“what momma?” the little girl looked up from her now cross dressed doll.

“ How'd the mission go last night? I understand you were working under capt Tabz.”

“ Awesomely no causalities, 52 freed women, all of whom need to be seen by you today of course, don't make faces Set”

“ Don't make faces Set. Your not the one who has to do paperwork on 52 people you just gotta in take them”,she paused “plus physicals and blood work”

“Bad night Hun?”

“ 3 causalities, an old woman and a teen mom, they couldn't get moving fast enough.......... and I did it again....”


“SET! You know better he's a married man.”

“At least I was drunk this time”

“Like that makes it any better!”



The last in city transports left at noon fifty-two women. Most suffering from exashution, poor diet, dehydration,and thin clothing. There was one girl only twelve about to be a mother. Things like that were one of her most hated tragedies of life. Men who played with little girls. Especially ones with mental deficiencies.
Set sighed and adjusted her bandanna. Life is so fucked up. It was all the fault of the council, and there twisted form of Christianity. The twelve members Bibble, Korander, Orwell, Fitzgerald, Hannity, Wilder, Louis, Swift, Twain,Colbert,Defoe,and Heller were evil men with evil ideals.
Ten years ago WWIII engulfed the world, nuclear holocaust was imminent. Until the 12 holy warriors as they were called brought peace to the chaos. those twelve holy warriors precoded to destroy “opposition to there leadership”, killing the old religious leaders, politician, generals, most people with educations. They wanted the masses stupid and without guidance.
Then formed there own church which grew in power and perverted the holy scriptures of several religions. Women were cattle. Men were only worth there titles, and children were playthings-mostly toys to perverted old men. All because the holy warriors. In latter years they renamed themselves the council and gave twelve men the title of holy warrior.
She growled to herself as she cleaned up for the next doctor. 'holy my fat ass' she thought to herself. Shit it was nearly one she had to get her scouting done. She ran into the locker room and started to change into her riding gear.

“oh miss Beset!” that voice made her curse under breath only one person that could be.....

“hello Dr. Swartz.” Todd Swartz was an excellent surgeon. He truly had gifted hands, sadly they ….wandered.....inappropriately. She tried to hurry with her leathers but wasn't fast enough.

“so can I take you out after your scout?”

“Todd honestly no like every other time I said it.” Todd was 6'4 wiry had short sandy hair and brown eyes. He wasn't bad looking but.....he was just so......fucking creepy.

“oh come on Ken's dead that nick guy u were with is dead, you have no one else. I can make you scream guaranteed.” he flashed what he thought was a winning smile. And leaned against the locker.

She spun around looked him straight in the eyes and said in her deadliest tone “ you're not my type you are arrogant, selfish and use people. you put your friend down every chance you get, hit on me in front of him, scared my best friend, and told my mom of his sins, she made me leave him. I should kill you for fucking up my life.”
she spun around and walked away. She ran the rest of the way to the stables.

Riding relaxed her, allowed her tentions to melt. Like sex without the racking guilt. The chestnut morgan was a lovely horse. Set had raised her from a foal. Lady Penelope was a wonderful mare. She had gotten her mothers temper and her fathers stubbornness. Patience and Rock both were good steeds in there time. Sadly horses didnt last as long as the used to. Vetranary care was nearly non existant, they were lucky to have a fairier at all. And when a horse died, well there were fresh leathers and meat. Even the bones were used, nothing went to waste in Hope. Hell the “Techs” had found a away to turn human waste into fuel, not pleasant to dwell upon but hey heat was heat.

A/N
I want reviews. hell even flames are welcome althought i may tottally ignore them/ use them to make hot dogs.