Chapter 2
I dash across the street, follow the highway back and re-enter the forest. I run as fast I can until I reach the edge of the woods. I see tanks driving around the perimeter. Men with large guns guard every door. Women with tasers, walkie-talkies, and sterns looks walk around the outside. I roll up my left sleeve and press a button located on my wrist. A small missile shoots out and blows up in a field a few yards away from the building. No one gets hurt, but everyone surrounding the entrance goes to investigate, which is perfect since the point of the missile was diversion, not destruction.
I run inside the building. I slowly retrace my steps and end up at the closet I arrived in. Next to it is a staircase. I quickly tiptoe upstairs and peer around the corner. I wait until the hallway is clear to start walking around. The very last room at the end of the corridor is the only one with double doors because it's the biggest room on this level. It's also one of the most important. I approach the door and try to open it. I didn't expect a government facility to keep its doors unlocked but it was worth a try. Next to the door is one of those ID card scanners. I place my bionic finger on the part that scans the code. I'm trying to figure out a way to disable the lock without making an alarm go off. I'm almost done when I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hey, you there! You are not authorized to be here. Who are you?" A beefy hand roughly grasps my shoulder and pulls me away from the lock.
I panic and use my bionic finger to shock him. His body tenses up as the electricity flows through him. He falls to the floor with a loud thud that echoes through the deserted area. I use my human hand to check his pulse. Thankfully he's still breathing, just unconscious. I really hate hurting people. I unclip his ID from his shirt and use it to unlock the door before stashing it in my pocket.
Inside are a whole bunch of identical, long, grey, 7 ft filing cabinets with about 100 drawers on each one of them. There has to be at least 400 rows of cabinets, with 200 on each side. The walkway between them is quite narrow. Each row is labeled with a letter of the alphabet and sets of drawers are labeled with letter combinations of two or three. I walk down until I get to the rows labeled "X". About halfway down the second row, I see four drawers labeled "XE". What I'm looking for is in the third drawer. I pull out a file labeled "Xenobel". Normally the files are organized by last name unless the person doesn't have one. Then you are filed under your first name like me. My file is pretty thick, considering I've done a lot of things in the past. A long, vertical storage cavity opens up in my chest as I slide the manila folder inside.
I walk to the door and peek my head out. The unconscious worker is still there so no one has been on this level for some time. I hurry down 8 flights of stairs to the lowest, underground level. That's where they hold all extraterrestrial life, including my father. I pull the small, tattered piece of paper out of my pants pocket. I unfold it and it reads "Apollo: foreign prisoner #33285 Cell- C17." Down in the basement are 8 metal doors, labeled A-H, lined along the walls of the octagonal area. I walk over to door C and use the guard's ID again before slipping it into my back pocket. It slowly opens with an extremely loud clank once it's done. I walk down the poorly lit hall, thankful that the cells have thick metal doors and not bars. I don't know if I feel comfortable looking at prisoners. Once I get to my father's door I use another wrist missile to break the door. My human heart leaps and my bolts tingle. I haven't seen my father for so long.
A silver, male humanoid looks up at me from behind a thick, electric shield. If my father were to touch it he would short circuit and melt into a puddle wires and metal.
"Xenobel! You're alive! I can't believe you survived this long, but I was hoping you would. Oh, I love you so much."
Even though he says this with his monotone robot voice I know he means it. I haven't seen him in 12 years. I go over to the control panel that is controlling the force field. There is a slot in the side for a flash drive on the side of the panel. I stick my bionic finger inside it and open my supercomputer. I begin to download multiple viruses into the shield's mainframe. I get my hacking skills from my father. The electric bars begin to slow down and make a strange noise. Finally, the shield glitches then falls and stops rotating around my dad. I run over and hug him as he stands there awkwardly. Affection is more of a human thing, but I enjoy it. He wraps an arm around me resting his hand near my pant pocket. We walk out of the cell area as the "C" door slams behind us.
"You can teleport right?" I ask my father.
"Of course," he replies turning around quickly from a control panel I didn't even notice was there before. It's flashing, but I don't think anything of it because we have more important things to do.
"Great, because there is someone I think we both need to see,"I reply with fake confidence.
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