[Chapter 04] record-ISO.1827.603
“Hello? Hello?” “Can someone hear me?”
He slapped the helmet knowing there wasn’t much time left before the battery completely drained.
“They can’t hear me. Gotta keep climbing” #1014 thought to himself.
Images of the past flooded his memories.
“We weren’t supposed to be here. We weren’t supposed to be here” said 1014.
But that was all behind us.
Looking down, all you could see was the thick black clouds of smoke and wreckage that was left.
So much devastation.
“We didn’t do this,” 1014 said out loud.
But they knew.
Everyone knew that without them, this wouldn’t have happened.
Step by step, #1014 gripped each beam — planting his boots underneath him and propelling himself up the nearly-1000-foot building.
The fear of being caught was keeping him grounded. Keeping him alive.
He found himself at the top of the N.O.V.A building. Sounds of alarms and gunfire echoed up the tower.
“Please, can someone hear me?”
Radio silence.
#1014 threw the comms at the ground, shattering the unit leaving only shards of its case behind..
The sound of the chopper kept getting closer and closer. Soon enough it was all going to end.
#1014 laid on the cold concrete roof. Ready to accept that this was the last time he’d witness the anarchy beneath him.
“Need a hand?” Asked a voice from the radio-tower speaker planted on the roof.
“Who was that?” he cried. “Who’s there?”
A row of green lights lit the ground, routing #1014 to a small air-vent that aimed squarely down to the core of the N.O.V.A building.
“Who are you?”
