(If you missed Parts 1 & 2, catch up on the action in this category. And now the adventure continues.)
The crunching sound of metal upon asphalt was getting closer. The two of them stared at each other indicating the need for absolute silence or their cover would become known. The window he flew through was noticed by the enemy. From the street, it outstretched its robotic arm moving rhythmically like a snake’s slither. The two of them laid on their back hoping to camouflage with the floor. Twisting and turning, the arm emerged through the window beaming with a red light on its end reminiscent of a lit cigarette. Closer it approached the woman. She pursed her lips in an attempt to hold her breath. No… the man thought. The idea of losing the only other human was not an option. He needed to ensure her safety.
He turned his head to the left. His eyes scanned rapidly trying to find something to distract the robotic creature. He could see a metal desk against the wall absent of an accompanying chair. Further away he could see a black door shut implying a quick escape was out of the question. He looked once more at the woman. Panic painted her face with beads of sweat. She closed her eyes shut not wanting to see the room as her last memory, yet she knew her demise was inevitable. The robotic arm floated just a few feet above her, inching closer and closer. The man reached in his pocket and withdrew his knife. Desperation bred rapid decisions. He gripped the folded knife knowing he would later regret his next move.
In a quick swoop, he flung the knife toward the window nearly missing the robot. Steadily the blade fell until finally hitting the street with a loud clunk. The enemy’s arm paused and then turned before retreating to the street. The woman opened her eyes and was shocked to still see the room. They could hear booming robotic steps becoming fainter. She turned to face the man.
“Why did you do that?”
He stared into her icy blue eyes. The man tried to produce an answer but came up short. Instead he sat up and offered a shrug. She stood up and walked towards him.
“Thank you.” She smiled with sincerity. “My name is Eden.” She extended her porcelain hand.
He shook her hand with diligence. “Corporal Mason Van Daal.” His stomach began to rumble.
Eden turned and began rummaging through a pack she had stashed in the far corner. She plucked out a can of beans. Mason stood and wiped debris from his pants. “Here,” Eden said as she tossed the can. Gripping the can, Mason looked out the window now regretting tossing his weapon. He sighed in disappointment. To him it was another can that would be dented but remain intact. Mason slammed the side of the can against the edge of the desk. Eden cocked her head to the side. She walked over and retrieved the can from Mason’s calloused hands. She gave him a confused look as she brought the can to her lips. Parting her lips, she exposed metallic canines. She positioned a pointy metal tooth on top of the can. Twisting the can, the seal broke with ease. Mason’s jaw dropped.
Metal against metal ground until the top of the can popped open. Eden flung the top to the floor and handed Mason the can. It emitted the scent of seasoned pinto beans, the scent of a poor man’s bounty, but Mason couldn’t take his eyes off of Eden.
“What… are you?”
Eden gave a crooked smile before answering.
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