Reawakend

After the injection SF head dropped forward, only supported by Pulse’s steady hands as she held him. A smile tugged at her lips, something shined in her eyes.

“P2,” SF’s voice was cold, distant.

“Uh? Sear?” Pulse responded, confusion creasing her brow as she wondered why he’d said P2 instead of Pulse.

With a sudden jerk, SF lifted his head out of her grasp, his deep-blue eyes locking onto her. “P2, get away from me,” he commanded, his voice hard. In a swift motion, he tore through the restraints and surged to his feet, causing Pulse to stumble backward. He shoulders rolled, his body finally free, and his face began to heal, the self-inflicted wounds from earlier fading.

SF’s gaze fell on the vial of Invicta serum P2 had dropped earlier, he reached down.“I’ll be keeping this,” he muttered, grabbing the injector and pocketing it.

“Sear, I’m so happy to see—” P2 started, but her words faltered as she saw the intensity in SF’s gaze. His piercing stare cut through her, silencing her.

“Tell me, P2,” SF’s voice was low as he walked slowly toward her, still sitting on the ground, “Why did you activate the kill dose instead of using what you already had?”

“Well, you know I—” P2 began, but SF’s foot came down hard, cracking her mechanical leg into pieces. She gasped, clutching at the remnants of her broken limb.

“You know what?” SF’s voice dripped with sarcasm as walked past her and he grabbed her by the back collar. He dragged her with ease, pulling her with him towards the cabin exit.

Looking back, SF saw the pilot, still kneeling and staring at them, a pistol aimed in their direction.

SF’s tone shifted, almost unnervingly calm for someone in his position. “Don’t,” he simply said, the calm voice unsettled her.

But despite the oddity of his demeanor, she managed to pull the trigger three times. two of which missed, one did scrape SF shoulder as he walked closer, he eventually grabbed the gun from her hand and kicked her shoulder before she could fire again.

“Practice your aim until we meet again,” SF remarked, as he looked at the pilot, who was now laying on the floor in fear. His gaze flicked to the taser she’d used on him earlier. He noticed the red tips of his hair—the rest was also turning red now.

“I’ll be taking this,” he said, snatching the taser from the ground and walked back to where he had left Pulse. With a firm grip, he dragged P2 behind him, leaving the pilot there, frozen in fear.

“Hey, H2, I’m back!” SF called out, dragging P2 with him. But the mood in the group was far from pleasant. One of the three bullets that had been fired earlier by Alis had found its mark. Raven laid motionless on the ground, a grim sight.

Havoc was sitting beside Raven, He shot SF a furious look. “What happened to the shooter?” he demanded angrily.

“Doesn’t matter,” SF replied, his tone flat as he let go of P2. “You better get Raven, Pulse, and me back to base.”

“Wait, what? I understand Pulse and Raven, but why you? You feeling tired or something?” Blackout asked with a chuckle, his tone light.

“Not exactly,” SF replied, pulling out the taser. With a swift motion, he pressed it to his own neck. “See you soon, guys,” he said with a small smirk before electrocuting himself, his body tensed up before falling limp, and unconscious.

L## #E ##T

The bright lights in the lab jolted SF awake. He quickly scanned the room, desks, monitors, hangers a sink, his eyes landing on a wall mirror above the sink. He studied his reflection—his hair was back to normal, the scar had faded, and his eyes were blue again.

“Welcome back,” a familiar voice said. SF turned to find Havoc standing in the doorway.

“Hi, How’s R2?” SF asked without showing much emotion.

“I don’t know,” Havoc replied, his voice heavy with shame. “The lab coats took her soon after we arrived back.” Henry scratched his arm

“I see,” SF said, his voice devoid of emotion. He ripped off the heart beat readers and began walking toward the door.

“Shouldn’t you ask about Penny as well?” Havoc looked up at him, disappointment clear in his eyes.

“You mean P2?” SF responded, not missing a beat. “Anyway, can you move out of the way? I need to exit.”

Havoc stepped aside without saying another word.

As SF walked down the sterile white corridors, he moved with purpose, but his steps were quick, almost rushed. He headed toward the sick bay.

Inside, two lab coats had restrained R2 to a table, a blindfold over her eyes covered her sight.

“I think it’s all set up sir,” one of the lab coats said to the other with an ashamed look.

Before the second lab coat could respond, the door opened. SF stood in the doorway, his presence imposing.

“S2-SF, leave this area immediately,” one of the lab coats demanded, a hint of stress in his voice. “We’re about to perform an operation.”

“Oh? Leave?” SF said, walking in casually, his hands raised as though he didn’t understand. “No, I’ll stay and watch.”

“You can’t—”

“Take it easy,” SF cut him off. “I’m just here to make sure nothing happens like last time when R2 got operated on.” one of the lab coats slowly backed off.