# Genetic Children-Log 23 - Dreams come true too.

Author: Korm
Tags: Science, Story Series, story develepment

#21 of Genetic Children

After ever so quietly sawing through one of the cuffs that held his hands, he started work on the   
other one without moving too much. Emu was still unconscious at the time so he was working on   
slowly, quietly freeing himself. He was sweating, almost panicking, while he was wondering if they   
could see in from outside.  
  
He had cut through both his bonds, and was working up the nerve to stand up, when there was a quiet   
beep. The door was opening, he had less than one second to conceal the knife. A scientist dressed   
in a long white lab coat walked in and approached Korm. As he got closer, Korm was laying still and   
when he was next to the bed he pulled out  a syringe and bent forward to tap its air bubbles out.   
And as he bent forward to inject Korm, he sprang up and in a fraction of a second, he had the knife   
to the scientists neck and was whispering in his ear.

Seconds later Korm was untied and the scientist was unconscious. Korm walked across the room and   
unstrapped Emu. He gently shook her to try to wake her and then proceeded to the door. Both he and   
Emu crept from the room using the scientists' security card, they moved quietly and quickly through   
the darkened corridors, they followed their memories of the Lab, and moved down towards the armory   
stations.

  Once they reached the armory they tried the scientists card on the door.   
They instantly regretted it. Alarms went off, every conceivable noise and light seemed to flood   
  
Their senses as all the corridors were lit up.   
  
"Shit!" Korm had already started running, and Emu was right behind him as the first guard rounded   
the corner.  
  
Emu launched herself at the guard in an animalistic manner that reminded Korm of Tacita in his   
dream. In less than a second, and without more than a gasp from the guard he was dead. When Emu   
came up, she handed Korm a pistol and took the guards small sub-machine gun, his card and his stun   
baton.  
  
They had to go, they had to leave project Mythos and the Director behind. They sprinted down the   
corridors of the Lab towards the underground rail system, hoping to get to the X-Rail and then back   
to the Lab.  
  
They rounded a left turn, then a right turn, and then they ducked into a room as they heard several   
sets of boots coming towards them. Korm crouched down and peaked around the bottom of the door   
frame.  
  

  Four guards, all dressed in military uniforms with no name tags or rank badges all wearing big   
black combat boots and sporting crew cut hair do's were crashing down the corridors two at a time,   
one group moved up while the other covered, then the next leap frogged.   
  
Korm motioned to Emu to pass him the SMG, and then he pulled the clip from the pistol and emptied   
the bullets out into his hand. He rolled the nine pistol bullets out into the hallway and heard the   
guards stop once they saw them. He strained his ears and listened to the creak of heavy leather   
boots as they tried to sneak up the hallway.   
  
Once he judged that one group had stopped, he listened for the second group waiting for them to be   
in line with the other two men as they leap frogged down towards them. He heard the whisper of   
cloth on cloth, and the creak of boots again, then he peaked and sprayed.  
  
Three of them men went down before they even saw him, as the SMG unloaded its 25 round clip in just   
a few seconds, the last guard was hit but not killed. Korm knew this because he could hear the man   
groaning.

The only thing he heard from Emu was an appreciative noise and a quiet 'ok' when he told her to   
move up.

  Three minutes later they were just outside the door that led to the X-rail system, and when they   
opened it, it was like a dream come true.

In front of them stood thirty people, men and women, dressed in black outfits all wearing shiny   
black face masks, all wielding the MP5-S machine guns, all ready to storm the false LAB, all lead   
by a smiling man who only had to say one word.  
  
"Go."  
 

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/pnG4xJj1
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