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godcodeGod is either dead or running on double A's.
It feels like days ago since Root said the words to John and Harry, as the three of them walked out into a world without the Machine, Samaritan agents on their tails.
It's only been 5 hours. Funny how that works.
The subway is a risky move, she knows, but ever since those agents ambushed her on the corner of Nassau and Banker, all bets are pretty much off. There are a hell of a lot more cameras, but maybe if she keeps her head down, she can avoid them for a couple of stops, at least. Long enough to get some distance between the last place she was spotted, long enough to make some headway toward where she's going.
She needs to get back to their subway station, but there's a stop she's gotta make first.
The train jerks and starts moving, and now that there's a second to catch her breath, Root realizes she's bleeding. Maybe glass from the car window shattering? Either way, it'll need to wait. Every minute that the Machine is compressed, there's less of a chance they'll be able to restore her. The battery is only going to last so long, and they'll all have to act fast. That is, if Harry and John are safe.
She has to believe they are. She has to believe they've made it, because if they haven't....
Root doesn't have time to even go down that train of thought, because a woman sitting nearby is looking intently at a notification on her phone. And then a man just across the aisle. Before she knows it, the train car is abuzz with the sound of dozens of notifications, and a man is reaching for a wrench in a toolbox he's stashed under his seat.
It looks like a two minute break is all she's gonna get.
"Don't be a hero," Root says, but he doesn't listen. They never do. Which is part of why she doesn't feel the least bit sorry when she takes his weapon in the fight that follows, smacking him across the face with it before knocking out the security guard who joins in. They both get a wrench to the knee for good measure. They're alive at least; Harry would be proud. Even so, now she's pissed and she's going to have to walk the rest of the way to where she's going. The train starts to slow and she glares up at the train's camera. Up at Samaritan, the twisted creation that thinks it's going to take them all out so easily. Not a fucking chance.
"You can just call me Root, bitch."
It's lucky that there's an NYPD officer waiting just as the doors open at the next stop. You'd think they'd be better trained to deal with this kind of thing, but as it is, it's frustratingly easy for Root to incapacitate him and take his shotgun for the couple of blocks she'll have to travel once she's topside. A shot in her direction takes her by surprise, and she unloads a couple of shells on a few more agents as she finally reaches her destination, shooting the lock off of the heavy metal door.
All she has to do is hold them off for a moment. Bela and his men will defend their turf and do the rest.
Sometimes it's not about what you know, it's who you know.
Only, it's not an electronics recycling center she walks into, but somewhere entirely unfamiliar.
"Okay... this isn't part of the plan."
She tightens her grip on the shotgun.
It feels like days ago since Root said the words to John and Harry, as the three of them walked out into a world without the Machine, Samaritan agents on their tails.
It's only been 5 hours. Funny how that works.
The subway is a risky move, she knows, but ever since those agents ambushed her on the corner of Nassau and Banker, all bets are pretty much off. There are a hell of a lot more cameras, but maybe if she keeps her head down, she can avoid them for a couple of stops, at least. Long enough to get some distance between the last place she was spotted, long enough to make some headway toward where she's going.
She needs to get back to their subway station, but there's a stop she's gotta make first.
The train jerks and starts moving, and now that there's a second to catch her breath, Root realizes she's bleeding. Maybe glass from the car window shattering? Either way, it'll need to wait. Every minute that the Machine is compressed, there's less of a chance they'll be able to restore her. The battery is only going to last so long, and they'll all have to act fast. That is, if Harry and John are safe.
She has to believe they are. She has to believe they've made it, because if they haven't....
Root doesn't have time to even go down that train of thought, because a woman sitting nearby is looking intently at a notification on her phone. And then a man just across the aisle. Before she knows it, the train car is abuzz with the sound of dozens of notifications, and a man is reaching for a wrench in a toolbox he's stashed under his seat.
It looks like a two minute break is all she's gonna get.
"Don't be a hero," Root says, but he doesn't listen. They never do. Which is part of why she doesn't feel the least bit sorry when she takes his weapon in the fight that follows, smacking him across the face with it before knocking out the security guard who joins in. They both get a wrench to the knee for good measure. They're alive at least; Harry would be proud. Even so, now she's pissed and she's going to have to walk the rest of the way to where she's going. The train starts to slow and she glares up at the train's camera. Up at Samaritan, the twisted creation that thinks it's going to take them all out so easily. Not a fucking chance.
"You can just call me Root, bitch."
It's lucky that there's an NYPD officer waiting just as the doors open at the next stop. You'd think they'd be better trained to deal with this kind of thing, but as it is, it's frustratingly easy for Root to incapacitate him and take his shotgun for the couple of blocks she'll have to travel once she's topside. A shot in her direction takes her by surprise, and she unloads a couple of shells on a few more agents as she finally reaches her destination, shooting the lock off of the heavy metal door.
All she has to do is hold them off for a moment. Bela and his men will defend their turf and do the rest.
Sometimes it's not about what you know, it's who you know.
Only, it's not an electronics recycling center she walks into, but somewhere entirely unfamiliar.
"Okay... this isn't part of the plan."
She tightens her grip on the shotgun.