Part 229: Smash and Grab
Mandy screamed as the giant robot called Mecha was encroaching on her. Seth gritted his teeth and felt for a second about closing his eyes, unable to comprehend what was about to happen. Then he felt a strong vice grip around his wrist and then within seconds, he was flying. He screamed in excitement as Alexander brought both him and Mandy up like they were weighing nothing.
The giant robot then pulled out of the pit, stopping at it’s entrance. Jack looked up at it. It looked like a Tesla Coil with four arms. On each are was three weird brown cords, that slashed around like whips. Mecha swung one of his arms and grabbed Chuck by the foot. The man screamed as he grabbed for dirt to hold him down. McKay made a grab for him but missed. The brave man’s screamed were stopped abruptly when Mecha smacked up against a nearby tree, breaking in spine like a tooth pick. The survivors didn’t know what to do but fire on the giant robot.
Mia was jumping up and down, pulling her hair. She was watching her friends fighting Mecha; an enemy they couldn’t hope to beat. If the Colonel was in control of Mecha and Watchman wasn’t, there wasn’t anything she could do. She banged her hands on the consoler, wondering why Watchman wasn’t attempting to override the control over the security system. Her eyes then shot open; cursing herself for a fool. Maybe Watchman wasn’t trying to control Mecha, cause she hadn’t ordered him too! “Watchman,” she typed, “Can you take control of Mecha?”
ATTEMPTING OVERRIDE.
“Please, please, please,” Mia repeated over and over, holding her hands together in front of her mouth.
OVERRIDE UNSUCESSFUL. WATCHMAN DOES NOT HAVE CONTROL OF MECHA.
“NO!” she screamed.
What was she going to do? She covered her eyes, trying not to cry. She had to think and she had to think fast; her friend’s lives depended on it. Fender controlled Mecha and then reason he controlled Mecha was because he was psychic. Mia remembered he was not a normal psychic; his abilities were amplified by the device deep underground. Then that thought is what made her blink. Maybe that was the answer! “Watchman,” she typed, “If you can not shut down Mecha, can you shut down Fender?”
QUERY; WHO IS FENDER?
“GRRRRRR!” she grunted, before she typed in electromagnetic pattern #3.
WATCHMAN WOULD NEED ACCESS TO SUBROUTINE PROTOCOLS.
“Access subroutine protocols!” she screamed and typed at the same time.
ACCESSING.
PLEASE ENTER PREFIX CODE.
“PREFIX CODE?” Mia screamed, grabbing her hair, “I DON’T HAVE A FRIGGIN PREFIX CODE, YOU STUPID . . .”
Mia then stopped. It almost felt like a bolt of lightning striking her head. Where else on the Island would a prefix code have been? What code kept popping up every move she made in the last few weeks? She quickly grabbed her pad and flipped it back to the beginning. “The numbers.” She whispered.
She quickly then began to type them in. “4. . .8. . .15. . .16. . .23. . .42.” and then she pressed execute.
ACCESSING
PREFIX CODE SIGNALS RESET PARAMETERS.
WATCHMAN IS SCANNING FOR DESCREPANCIES IN DHARMA INIITATIVE
Mia immediately typed, “Locate electromagnetic pattern #3.”
SCANNING.
ELECTROMAGNETIC PATTERN #3 LOCATED
RESET? Y/N
“YES!” she screamed as she typed Y.
Mecha was slashing it’s cords around, chopping off chucks from nearby trees and cabins like a weed eater. The group took refuge under the bunker they were being held in. The cords continued to smack at them. They felt it wasn’t long before Mecha would decide to mow them all down simply by running them over. Then all of a sudden it stopped. Seth leaned up his head, as he was covering Mandy. The robot looked around, as if it was searching for something. “What is it doing now?” Ana-Lucia asked.
“If I didn’t know better,” Seth mentioned, “I’d say it looks . . .confused.”
Mecha looked around a little bit longer and then proceeded to go back down the silo. The group grew a collective sigh of relief. Then it was interrupted by another hail of bullets. Sawyer grunted, wondering when the remaining soldiers would give up. The group then began to scatter, finding secure points. Behind the bunker, Locke quickly got finished dragging Hurley into the woods. He felt like his back had been thrown out but he ignored the pain. He then started to run back toward the battle. He then stopped abruptly when heard some painful groaning.
He looked to his right to see the fallen form of Colonel Fender. The older man was writhing on the ground, holding his eyes. Blood was seeping out before his hands and fingers. Locke was certain that something happen to cause the colonel’s powers to back fire. “Mia,” Fender grunted, “I . . will . . .kill . . .you . . .”
Locke then heard Mia’s name being called down the campus way. He quickly ran toward the sound of the screaming.
Sawyer ran toward the other side of the flaming remains of the weapons depot. Bullets whizzed by him. Soon Kate was running after him, hoping they would regroup and try to find the others. The brunette then heard Sawyer choking. By the time she turned around, Texas had already grabbed her by the throat. The albino giant hoisted them three feet off the ground, tightening his grip around their necks. Sawyer punched and kicked the giant but he wasn’t making a mark on him. “Bring . . .IT!” the redneck coughed.
Kate struggled to breathe but she felt the life being squeeze from her. Sawyer grunted, fighting for every last breath and losing.
Jack ran to try and find the others. He stumbled upon the scene of Texas holding up Sawyer and Kate like kittens. The doctor quickly ran behind the cabin to get behind the albino. He stopped for a second, looking around for a weapon. He swiftly picked up a large chunk of wood. Texas was a good two feet taller than him and super strong by some freak of nature. If he was capable of holding up two grown adults like they weighed nothing, did Jack really have a chance of beating him? The doctor closed his eyes; the obvious answer was NO. However, he also knew he wasn’t going to let Sawyer or Kate die; neither of them deserved to die that way. Jack’s trembling hands gripped onto the wooden plank. “One . .” he whispered,” two . . .threee . . four . . . .five!”
Jack then ran screamed toward albino and slammed the wood plank into the back of his knees, making him buckle and drop his two victims. The doctor then continued to hit the giant with the weapon. By the time Sawyer was breathing, he saw what was happening. “SAWYER!” Jack screamed, “GET HER OUT OF HERE!”
The southern man didn’t argue. He quickly grabbed Kate by the arm and began to run into the woods. “Jack, “she whimpered as they left him.
Jack jumped up, slamming the plank across Texas’s back. He tried again, as the giant albino jumped to his feet. The doctor then swung up the plank and the giant blocked with his arm, making the wood snap on impact. Jack stared at his shortened stick for a few second. He then tried to punch Texas in the chest. The doctor grunted as if it felt like hitting an oak tree. Texas then screamed as he swung up his fist, striking Jack across the jaw. The doctor went sailing about five feet in the air and landed hard on the ground. The albino then marched off after him, wanting blood for his brother.
Libby and Karliegh had lost the others in the fire fight. They stayed in the bushes not sure where to go. They definitely had no idea where Clay had went too. Libby took the younger girl by the hand and began to move away. “GET DOWN!!” someone screamed.
By the time they looked to see who screamed it, a built blonde man flew through the air and tackled them both. When they landed, a grouping of bullets struck on the ground where they were. The blonde man then turned around and fired his pistol into the trees, striking on soldier. “Get up!” he screamed, “Haul ass!”
Karleigh and Libby followed the young man as they ran off into the woods, through the smoldering field. They quickly turned around a tree and stopped. The young man crouched low and slid the clip out of his gun, slamming a new one in. “Okay,” he coughed, “We hold here till the coast is clear.”
“Who are you?” Karleigh demanded.
“Karleigh!” Libby grunted, hoping for a little better manners toward the man who just saved their lives.
“Name’s Dutch,” He said, “and you are?”
“I’m Libby, this is Karleigh,” the therapist pointed.
“Nice to meet you.” Dutch replied, keeping an eye out.
“You don’t look like a Dutch,” the rich girl barked.
“What do I look like?” he smirked.
“Like a Sam . . .or a Bodie.”
“Bodie?” he laughed, “Well, I am a surfer.”
“Oh, god, I got rescued by a surfer?” she covered her eyes.
“Could we PLEASE . . .discuss his character later?” Libby hissed.
Mia wiped the sweat off of her brow. She had managed to shut down Fender and she was going to proceed to shut down the rest. She had control over Watchman and hoped that she could stay that way. Then she was started by the door to the outside banging, like someone was trying to get in. “MIA!!” Cassandra screamed, “OPEN UP!!!”
“I gave at the office, come back later!” the Lakota girl screamed back.
“OPEN UP, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!”
“SHUT UP!!!” Mia grabbed the pistol from Jones and fired on the door.
The bullets exited through the soft wood and struck Cassandra in the collar bone and arm. The old crone gagged as she felt to the ground wounded. Mia then quickly sat down and began to type onto the computer. “Watchman, “ she typed, “Locate electromagnetic pattern # 4 and reset.”
SCANNING
Cassandra then screamed as she burst into the room. Mia then quickly fired again, striking the wall several times. The old crone screamed and hissed at her like a wild animal. Mia was not used to guns, so it wasn’t any surprise she was missing. She managed to strike her again on her side but it didn’t stop the wild old woman. Mia fired again only to miss and the slid jam to empty. The blind woman hissed and got ready to pounce on her like a cat. Then a familiar bald man dove through the door and grabbed her from the young girl. “LOCKE!” Mia gasped.
The old man snatched the old woman by the wrists and forced her back. She fought like a deranged psychotic. Locke grunted as she managed to scratch his arm. Mia then turned around, hearing the familiar beeps of the words of Watchman.
ELETROMAGNETIC PATTERN # 4LOCATED
RESET? Y/N
Mia quickly typed Y.
Cassandra then screamed as it felt like a needle being driven into her brain. Locke took this moment and then slammed her head up against the wall. The shock knocked her for a loop. The old crone then slid down against the wall, gasping hard. She trembled a bit and grabbed her chest. Locke looked in confusion as the crazed old woman clutched her chest and then went limp, a wheezing sound escaping her mouth.
Locke then kneeled down and gently placed two fingers on her neck. He calmly looked back at Mia, with a strange look. “She’s dead.” He whispered.
“When Watchman reset her electromagnetic pattern, I think her old body couldn’t handle the strain.” Mia mentioned.
“Watchman?” Locke asked.
“Yes, this super computer built in 1955,” she pointed, “This is what they were willing to kill to protect.”
Locke slowly got up and walked over to the console. He stared at the monitor screen. “This . . .is really a super computer?” he asked.
“Near as I can tell. I think the Island is some large laboratory and Watchman controls it all.”
She then quickly typed, “Watchman, say Hello to Locke.”
QUERY; WHO IS LOCKE?
“Whoa,” the bald man whispered.
Mia typed, “Locke is . . .electromagnetic pattern # 2.”
SCANNING
CONFIRMED: ELETROMAGNETIC PATTERN #2
MATCHES TRACE PATTERN OF SEER.
“Seer?” Locke whispered.
Mia the typed, “Watchman, why is Locke the Seer?”
WATCHMAN HAS PROTOCALS THAT SEER WOULD RETURN TO MAKE SURE WATCHMAN WAS STILL OPERATIONAL. SEER LEFT IN JANUARY SIXTH, 1957 AND DID NOT RETURN. ELETROMAGNETIC PATTERN WAS DETECTED BY MOLE UNIT FIVE THOUSAND FEET ABOVE PARAMETER PATROL.
“Five thousand feet above.” Locke whispered.
“The plane crash,” Mia confirmed.
“Is that machine saying that I am responsible for the crash?” he demanded.
“Mole thought you were the Seer, Locke,” the Lakota girl told him, “That is why that thing brought down the plane.”
Locke rubbed his forehead. This was all happening too fast but if there was anything he was specializing in, it was leaps of faith. “Ask it what the seer is supposed to do.” He pointed.
Mia quickly typed it in.
SEER IS TO MAKE SURE WATCHMAN IS OPERATIONAL.
“What does that entail?” the bald man sighed. Mia quickly typed in the response.
SEER IS TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS SET RIGHT.
“Set right?” he whispered.
PROTOCALS HAVE BEEN ENGAGED AND WATCHMAN DOES NOT COMPREHEND IF THEY ARE THE CORRECT COURSE TO TAKE. DOES SEER WISH TO COMPLY? Y/N
Mia typed in Y before Locke could say anything.
ACCESSING.
SUBROUTINE FOUND> LOCKE PROTOCALS.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mia gasped, “How . . .how could the computer know your name?”
“The beings in the hatch,” he whispered, “They knew my name.”
“Watchman, how would you know Locke’s name?” Mia typed.
LOCKE IS IN WATCHMAN DATABASE. RELATED INFO DESIGNATED TO JAEGAR UNIT 034
Locke was getting even more confused. Mia then typed, “What Jaeger Unit?”
JAEGAR UNIT 034> HELEN
“HELEN?” Locke gasped, nearly falling back.
Before Mia could asked anything else, Locke grunted as a gun slammed him upside the head. The old man collapsed onto her chair, and then the floor, unconscious. The Lakota girl looked up to see her attacker. The colonel slowly approached her; the white of his eyes was replaced with red and blood was streaming down his cheeks. He held onto Mia’s empty gun. “You . . .” he hissed,” You did this!”
Mia slowly backed up.
“I hope you understand . . . “ he said, slowly pulling out a knife, “It will be your final act!”
The giant robot then pulled out of the pit, stopping at it’s entrance. Jack looked up at it. It looked like a Tesla Coil with four arms. On each are was three weird brown cords, that slashed around like whips. Mecha swung one of his arms and grabbed Chuck by the foot. The man screamed as he grabbed for dirt to hold him down. McKay made a grab for him but missed. The brave man’s screamed were stopped abruptly when Mecha smacked up against a nearby tree, breaking in spine like a tooth pick. The survivors didn’t know what to do but fire on the giant robot.
Mia was jumping up and down, pulling her hair. She was watching her friends fighting Mecha; an enemy they couldn’t hope to beat. If the Colonel was in control of Mecha and Watchman wasn’t, there wasn’t anything she could do. She banged her hands on the consoler, wondering why Watchman wasn’t attempting to override the control over the security system. Her eyes then shot open; cursing herself for a fool. Maybe Watchman wasn’t trying to control Mecha, cause she hadn’t ordered him too! “Watchman,” she typed, “Can you take control of Mecha?”
ATTEMPTING OVERRIDE.
“Please, please, please,” Mia repeated over and over, holding her hands together in front of her mouth.
OVERRIDE UNSUCESSFUL. WATCHMAN DOES NOT HAVE CONTROL OF MECHA.
“NO!” she screamed.
What was she going to do? She covered her eyes, trying not to cry. She had to think and she had to think fast; her friend’s lives depended on it. Fender controlled Mecha and then reason he controlled Mecha was because he was psychic. Mia remembered he was not a normal psychic; his abilities were amplified by the device deep underground. Then that thought is what made her blink. Maybe that was the answer! “Watchman,” she typed, “If you can not shut down Mecha, can you shut down Fender?”
QUERY; WHO IS FENDER?
“GRRRRRR!” she grunted, before she typed in electromagnetic pattern #3.
WATCHMAN WOULD NEED ACCESS TO SUBROUTINE PROTOCOLS.
“Access subroutine protocols!” she screamed and typed at the same time.
ACCESSING.
PLEASE ENTER PREFIX CODE.
“PREFIX CODE?” Mia screamed, grabbing her hair, “I DON’T HAVE A FRIGGIN PREFIX CODE, YOU STUPID . . .”
Mia then stopped. It almost felt like a bolt of lightning striking her head. Where else on the Island would a prefix code have been? What code kept popping up every move she made in the last few weeks? She quickly grabbed her pad and flipped it back to the beginning. “The numbers.” She whispered.
She quickly then began to type them in. “4. . .8. . .15. . .16. . .23. . .42.” and then she pressed execute.
ACCESSING
PREFIX CODE SIGNALS RESET PARAMETERS.
WATCHMAN IS SCANNING FOR DESCREPANCIES IN DHARMA INIITATIVE
Mia immediately typed, “Locate electromagnetic pattern #3.”
SCANNING.
ELECTROMAGNETIC PATTERN #3 LOCATED
RESET? Y/N
“YES!” she screamed as she typed Y.
Mecha was slashing it’s cords around, chopping off chucks from nearby trees and cabins like a weed eater. The group took refuge under the bunker they were being held in. The cords continued to smack at them. They felt it wasn’t long before Mecha would decide to mow them all down simply by running them over. Then all of a sudden it stopped. Seth leaned up his head, as he was covering Mandy. The robot looked around, as if it was searching for something. “What is it doing now?” Ana-Lucia asked.
“If I didn’t know better,” Seth mentioned, “I’d say it looks . . .confused.”
Mecha looked around a little bit longer and then proceeded to go back down the silo. The group grew a collective sigh of relief. Then it was interrupted by another hail of bullets. Sawyer grunted, wondering when the remaining soldiers would give up. The group then began to scatter, finding secure points. Behind the bunker, Locke quickly got finished dragging Hurley into the woods. He felt like his back had been thrown out but he ignored the pain. He then started to run back toward the battle. He then stopped abruptly when heard some painful groaning.
He looked to his right to see the fallen form of Colonel Fender. The older man was writhing on the ground, holding his eyes. Blood was seeping out before his hands and fingers. Locke was certain that something happen to cause the colonel’s powers to back fire. “Mia,” Fender grunted, “I . . will . . .kill . . .you . . .”
Locke then heard Mia’s name being called down the campus way. He quickly ran toward the sound of the screaming.
Sawyer ran toward the other side of the flaming remains of the weapons depot. Bullets whizzed by him. Soon Kate was running after him, hoping they would regroup and try to find the others. The brunette then heard Sawyer choking. By the time she turned around, Texas had already grabbed her by the throat. The albino giant hoisted them three feet off the ground, tightening his grip around their necks. Sawyer punched and kicked the giant but he wasn’t making a mark on him. “Bring . . .IT!” the redneck coughed.
Kate struggled to breathe but she felt the life being squeeze from her. Sawyer grunted, fighting for every last breath and losing.
Jack ran to try and find the others. He stumbled upon the scene of Texas holding up Sawyer and Kate like kittens. The doctor quickly ran behind the cabin to get behind the albino. He stopped for a second, looking around for a weapon. He swiftly picked up a large chunk of wood. Texas was a good two feet taller than him and super strong by some freak of nature. If he was capable of holding up two grown adults like they weighed nothing, did Jack really have a chance of beating him? The doctor closed his eyes; the obvious answer was NO. However, he also knew he wasn’t going to let Sawyer or Kate die; neither of them deserved to die that way. Jack’s trembling hands gripped onto the wooden plank. “One . .” he whispered,” two . . .threee . . four . . . .five!”
Jack then ran screamed toward albino and slammed the wood plank into the back of his knees, making him buckle and drop his two victims. The doctor then continued to hit the giant with the weapon. By the time Sawyer was breathing, he saw what was happening. “SAWYER!” Jack screamed, “GET HER OUT OF HERE!”
The southern man didn’t argue. He quickly grabbed Kate by the arm and began to run into the woods. “Jack, “she whimpered as they left him.
Jack jumped up, slamming the plank across Texas’s back. He tried again, as the giant albino jumped to his feet. The doctor then swung up the plank and the giant blocked with his arm, making the wood snap on impact. Jack stared at his shortened stick for a few second. He then tried to punch Texas in the chest. The doctor grunted as if it felt like hitting an oak tree. Texas then screamed as he swung up his fist, striking Jack across the jaw. The doctor went sailing about five feet in the air and landed hard on the ground. The albino then marched off after him, wanting blood for his brother.
Libby and Karliegh had lost the others in the fire fight. They stayed in the bushes not sure where to go. They definitely had no idea where Clay had went too. Libby took the younger girl by the hand and began to move away. “GET DOWN!!” someone screamed.
By the time they looked to see who screamed it, a built blonde man flew through the air and tackled them both. When they landed, a grouping of bullets struck on the ground where they were. The blonde man then turned around and fired his pistol into the trees, striking on soldier. “Get up!” he screamed, “Haul ass!”
Karleigh and Libby followed the young man as they ran off into the woods, through the smoldering field. They quickly turned around a tree and stopped. The young man crouched low and slid the clip out of his gun, slamming a new one in. “Okay,” he coughed, “We hold here till the coast is clear.”
“Who are you?” Karleigh demanded.
“Karleigh!” Libby grunted, hoping for a little better manners toward the man who just saved their lives.
“Name’s Dutch,” He said, “and you are?”
“I’m Libby, this is Karleigh,” the therapist pointed.
“Nice to meet you.” Dutch replied, keeping an eye out.
“You don’t look like a Dutch,” the rich girl barked.
“What do I look like?” he smirked.
“Like a Sam . . .or a Bodie.”
“Bodie?” he laughed, “Well, I am a surfer.”
“Oh, god, I got rescued by a surfer?” she covered her eyes.
“Could we PLEASE . . .discuss his character later?” Libby hissed.
Mia wiped the sweat off of her brow. She had managed to shut down Fender and she was going to proceed to shut down the rest. She had control over Watchman and hoped that she could stay that way. Then she was started by the door to the outside banging, like someone was trying to get in. “MIA!!” Cassandra screamed, “OPEN UP!!!”
“I gave at the office, come back later!” the Lakota girl screamed back.
“OPEN UP, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!”
“SHUT UP!!!” Mia grabbed the pistol from Jones and fired on the door.
The bullets exited through the soft wood and struck Cassandra in the collar bone and arm. The old crone gagged as she felt to the ground wounded. Mia then quickly sat down and began to type onto the computer. “Watchman, “ she typed, “Locate electromagnetic pattern # 4 and reset.”
SCANNING
Cassandra then screamed as she burst into the room. Mia then quickly fired again, striking the wall several times. The old crone screamed and hissed at her like a wild animal. Mia was not used to guns, so it wasn’t any surprise she was missing. She managed to strike her again on her side but it didn’t stop the wild old woman. Mia fired again only to miss and the slid jam to empty. The blind woman hissed and got ready to pounce on her like a cat. Then a familiar bald man dove through the door and grabbed her from the young girl. “LOCKE!” Mia gasped.
The old man snatched the old woman by the wrists and forced her back. She fought like a deranged psychotic. Locke grunted as she managed to scratch his arm. Mia then turned around, hearing the familiar beeps of the words of Watchman.
ELETROMAGNETIC PATTERN # 4LOCATED
RESET? Y/N
Mia quickly typed Y.
Cassandra then screamed as it felt like a needle being driven into her brain. Locke took this moment and then slammed her head up against the wall. The shock knocked her for a loop. The old crone then slid down against the wall, gasping hard. She trembled a bit and grabbed her chest. Locke looked in confusion as the crazed old woman clutched her chest and then went limp, a wheezing sound escaping her mouth.
Locke then kneeled down and gently placed two fingers on her neck. He calmly looked back at Mia, with a strange look. “She’s dead.” He whispered.
“When Watchman reset her electromagnetic pattern, I think her old body couldn’t handle the strain.” Mia mentioned.
“Watchman?” Locke asked.
“Yes, this super computer built in 1955,” she pointed, “This is what they were willing to kill to protect.”
Locke slowly got up and walked over to the console. He stared at the monitor screen. “This . . .is really a super computer?” he asked.
“Near as I can tell. I think the Island is some large laboratory and Watchman controls it all.”
She then quickly typed, “Watchman, say Hello to Locke.”
QUERY; WHO IS LOCKE?
“Whoa,” the bald man whispered.
Mia typed, “Locke is . . .electromagnetic pattern # 2.”
SCANNING
CONFIRMED: ELETROMAGNETIC PATTERN #2
MATCHES TRACE PATTERN OF SEER.
“Seer?” Locke whispered.
Mia the typed, “Watchman, why is Locke the Seer?”
WATCHMAN HAS PROTOCALS THAT SEER WOULD RETURN TO MAKE SURE WATCHMAN WAS STILL OPERATIONAL. SEER LEFT IN JANUARY SIXTH, 1957 AND DID NOT RETURN. ELETROMAGNETIC PATTERN WAS DETECTED BY MOLE UNIT FIVE THOUSAND FEET ABOVE PARAMETER PATROL.
“Five thousand feet above.” Locke whispered.
“The plane crash,” Mia confirmed.
“Is that machine saying that I am responsible for the crash?” he demanded.
“Mole thought you were the Seer, Locke,” the Lakota girl told him, “That is why that thing brought down the plane.”
Locke rubbed his forehead. This was all happening too fast but if there was anything he was specializing in, it was leaps of faith. “Ask it what the seer is supposed to do.” He pointed.
Mia quickly typed it in.
SEER IS TO MAKE SURE WATCHMAN IS OPERATIONAL.
“What does that entail?” the bald man sighed. Mia quickly typed in the response.
SEER IS TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS SET RIGHT.
“Set right?” he whispered.
PROTOCALS HAVE BEEN ENGAGED AND WATCHMAN DOES NOT COMPREHEND IF THEY ARE THE CORRECT COURSE TO TAKE. DOES SEER WISH TO COMPLY? Y/N
Mia typed in Y before Locke could say anything.
ACCESSING.
SUBROUTINE FOUND> LOCKE PROTOCALS.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mia gasped, “How . . .how could the computer know your name?”
“The beings in the hatch,” he whispered, “They knew my name.”
“Watchman, how would you know Locke’s name?” Mia typed.
LOCKE IS IN WATCHMAN DATABASE. RELATED INFO DESIGNATED TO JAEGAR UNIT 034
Locke was getting even more confused. Mia then typed, “What Jaeger Unit?”
JAEGAR UNIT 034> HELEN
“HELEN?” Locke gasped, nearly falling back.
Before Mia could asked anything else, Locke grunted as a gun slammed him upside the head. The old man collapsed onto her chair, and then the floor, unconscious. The Lakota girl looked up to see her attacker. The colonel slowly approached her; the white of his eyes was replaced with red and blood was streaming down his cheeks. He held onto Mia’s empty gun. “You . . .” he hissed,” You did this!”
Mia slowly backed up.
“I hope you understand . . . “ he said, slowly pulling out a knife, “It will be your final act!”
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