Infiltration by John Luk payne

Infiltration

Lorric crept silently through the woods moving silently and swiftly, he was an orc and had a talent for silent moving. He was cast out among his village because it was unusual among the orc race. He gripped a mace in one hand, large enough to be a two handed weapon among humans. He came to a large lake in the middle of the woods, the rising sun casting rays along the surface. He scanned the lake seeing a dark shape at the bottom, he smiled that was how he would get into the emperors castle. He took a deep breath before diving into the lake swimming down to the grate at the bottom. He ripped the grate off its hinges, before plunging down into the darkness. He broke to the surface of a pool gasping for breath he was in a cavern light glinting of the edges of the walls, he looked up and saw the moon shining though a hole in the ceiling. He climbed out of the water and looked around, there was a large metal door on one end of the cavern. He went up to the door and tried ripping it off its hinges but it wouldn't budge. He reached into his bag and brought out a stick of dynamite, he grabbed a torch off the wall and lit the string. He placed it against the door before diving into the water, BOOM! metal chunks went everywhere as the door was ripped to pieces. He went through the door and arrived in a long tunnel, as he looked closer he realized there was a dim light at the end of the passage and he moved towards it.

The silver summer rain flung itself onto the rough, uninviting asphalt in a rush to end their lives and become part of a bigger purpose, individuals constantly flowing towards a larger, more important body. But Oliver was against the tide. Instead, he flung himself in the direction of isolation, of home and safety. His haste was due to the duo of blinding rays of light piercing the darkness, seeking only one possible affirmative that would cause the looming figures behind them to feel their version of satisfaction. In fact, they would be so satisfied to capture this very boy-child that if they did, they would literally assimilate themselves into every human-manufactured computer that they could get their hands on, risking an overload but otherwise safely shutting down knowing that they had done their master well. Because these figures weren’t the police you are beginning to doubt they actually are, but something far, far different. They were cyborgs.

They searched every decrepit alleyway and filthy corridor of every run-down apartment on the forgotten island with inhuman rage and determination. They would find this boy, and if they did not- no. They would, by the hypercore generator that formed them. But for them to be searching for this very boy, there must be something very special about him, and indeed there was. But what, exactly, was so special about him? Why was he wanted by the very incarnations of the hounds of hell, straight from the down and and dirty crime underworld itself? That would have to wait, though, for this boy was far too clever for a simple pair of D-3 AI dispatched at the flick of a metallic hand. He simply let the visual distortion chip that he had planted in their central processor earlier from behind an alleyway dumpster take effect- he had done it while they were confusedly searching for a simply programmed circuit-board creature scuttling about in the form of an arachnid-esque robot scuttling about that he had brought into the world in just about a minute. The chip now allowed him to safely slip into the abandoned building on Fort Street, where he stood and let a smirk creep across his face knowing that they would be stumbling around like lost pieces of newspaper in the wind, and for many hours after that too.