Escaping With My Valley Girl To Another Country

Saigon | Tân Bình district | 18:42 | 090598 | 10.817, 106.663 | US +1-626-###-5309, DEU +49 89-####-1748

As the Saigon airwaves clattered and rang with the cries of the damned and the doomed. The International Airport had abandoned the fevered static for sombre routine. It’s an oasis of routine as the routers exchange their KBs of messages for rationed downloads of Entertainment data. Texts of fake assurances rattled through the wires and towers folded between messages burning power to bear the same few messages.
“I don’t know,”
“I love you,”
“I’m sorry,”
or some variant thereof bleating through thousands of devices in dozens of languages. Most had nothing to say to their distant connections at this time, savoring the knowledge that messages were sent.

While the airport infosphere pulsed and bobbed in its tense tranquility, the audio feeds had nothing to say. The small talk among strangers had run out hours ago, and the aimless wanderings had lost their lustre. None dare speak to each other about anything else, lest it excite them. So now 30Db stillness of muffled headphone music, HVAC whirs, and the mumblings of the news focused TVs. If Kente Watanabe needed a distraction, he was hoping to light a powder keg with an LED.

There were still some spark producing embers. Back in Transfer Terminal D, 403m away from the Restroom where Kente prepared his next move, and 437m away from the Captain prepared his, there was a couple without any movies to make. Ludvig Krammer (DEU, 29), and Lisa Wineman-Krammer (USA, 23) had taken a break from arguing with the guard and the attendant to argue with each other. Posture showed the two in a desperate fight against entropy. Unlike Kente Watanabe, however, the entropy was winning. The couple whose days were filled with loud and sometimes violent passion, began to feel the call of silence.

Or in the case of Lisa, a new sound. One inaudible to almost all, save dogs, beasts, children, and those with biological mutations. The 38kHz sound filled the speakers to the awareness of none.

“Maybe ve can call your Unkul. Dennis.”
“No.”

“Look, he does not like me, but perhaps vat if I beg.”
“NO!”

Lisa scraped her hooves against the carpet. Her face was contorted in agony as she drove her fingernails into her ears and temples.

“Stop the damn ringing!”

“Vat ringing, dear?”

“That ringing. Its. I can’t. Aghhh!”

She marched head in hands to the customs desk. Two guards rose to confront her.

“Miss. Please stop. No go here.”

“I just want the ringing to stop!”

“Stop. Gate closed. Not allowed.”

“I know what you bastards are doing. You think I'm stupid. You need dumb , evil American to cause a scene.”

“LISA NO!”

The guards began making signals, another reached for his nightstick. The various travellers turned to watch.

“Alright, you got it, assholes. You need a scapegoat. Ya got it, horns and all.”

The men behind her tried to drag her away. The woman froze. Her partner was chasing after her froze. The look he gave the guard was one not of indignation or rage, but pity.

Lisa snarled, tucked her head down and took several steps back. Her hooves tore through the carpet.

“One international incident, coming right up!”

She charged the hapless guard who flew 10 feet in the air, he crashed into the customs booth, stuck like a pig in the glass and metal shards.

The guards grabbed their weapons and passed her fiance like a ghost while reaching into his messenger bag. There was a rampaging mutant, and that was the clear threat. As for the man, there was nothing seemingly extraordinary about his appearance. Even the device clipped on his belt seemed banal. The E-Vola Maenead VI was Europe's Answer to the Mitsuki Haiku, offering a third of the functionality for four thirds the price. However it was known for one key flaw, one that made it desired by the skilled and reviled by those stuck with it: It was easily exploited by skilled hackers.

Back at the Lobby past the gate, Captain Bui sighed as he grabbed the chirping walkie talkie on his belt.

"Sir, we have a situation in the transfer terminal. American Mutant with Partner violently resisting arrest. Request Backup."

"Request denied. Link up with Sergeant Joseph. Extreme force authorized, direct mutant towards.....

"Sir. Falling back. Requesting backup. Her partner. He's a Coder!"

Sweat dripped down the captain's brow as the word reached his ears.

"Acknowledged."

The Captain began barking orders to the soldiers around him,sending several squads to join in the terminal, before turning back to his walkie talkie.

"Sargent Matthew, withdraw from the east barricade with Chaplain Angelo towards Terminal D. Coordinate with Sergeant Joseph, be ready to fire."

Ludvig grabbed his device from his belt and ejected the cassette like a magazine, before speed reloading in a yellow tape with a label scrawled in painters tape. The tape silently screamed as he pressed the controls.

Fast forward, rewind, stop, record, fast forward, rewind, stop rewind.

The man pressed the keys on his whimpering Maenead with the swiftness and precision of a concert flutist. A wicked smile spread across his face as he approached a squadron of guards.

"This TER-mim-ahl could use a breath of fresh airhr!"

He pushed play. The group of guards rushing towards him were thrown back into the crowd.

Ludvig ejected the tape as he stepped backwards. The tape shattered like ceramic. A guard wearing bulletproof armor was headbutted into a window by Lisa and flew out the glass doors.

"Ludy help!"

Lisa was trapped between an overturned trolley and a concrete pillar, kicking and clawing her way through the guards and dogs piling onto her. But there were too many.

Ludvig fished a red tape from his coat and slammed the reader shut.

"You soldiers are vorking too hard. yul burn yourselves out!"

Another dongle attachment, and from this wide port the Maenead screamed out blood red flames. As Ludvig waved the attachment like a sprinkler of blood red flames. Dogs turned on their masters fleeing as the guards tried to put themselves. The sanguine flames engulfed the plaster and carpet.

Ludvig ran to his scuffed and battered partner slumped on the floor. Her face fell when she saw him. She looked up in tears, and blood that was not hers.

“Damn it! I screwed it up! I made a mess of it all again! I’m sorry. I couldn’t…”

Ludvig merely smiled and held out his hand.

"Wireless speaker connected" came a voice from the man's pocket.

"Come with me darling, dis rave is too vild for us!"

She grabbed his hand and sprung back to life.

“Duty free wife?”

“Duty free life!”

Ludvig tossed the speaker behind him, red lights and horrific sounds emanated from it.

"And the crowd goes wild!" Lisa linked up with her partner as the two made their break, almost frolicing, for the exit past the terminal’s long hallway. Behind them civilian and military, man and woman, animal and animal were infected by the sound. All turned tooth and claw against each other as the speaker screamed between a cacophony of guitar riffs and growls.

Alarms were drowned out by violent screams of primal violence.

"Good news dear, I think I found something for them to watch, we can talk now."

"Thank you missy."

The Building shook from an artillery strike.

“Based on the CCTV feed I have available, the best exits without a sniper team, or patrol are “my wife” which leads to a helicopter pad, “my friend” which leads to a service exit that takes you to the basement, or “my boss” which will take you to the monorail station. ”

“That sounds fine Missy, now call my wife.”

“Hai Ken-san. A request for an extraction has been sent.”

“Watanabe-Sama! Saito has a ride for you, there’s a message too…it’s kind of weird though.”

“Weird how?”

“Like really old-fashioned. It's a radio com. Not to worry though, I can open it.”

A woman of a raspier voice than Missy’s but rivaling her exuberance rang into Kente’s Headphones.”

“Name’s Kristy Le! Saito ordered you a cab and I'm your gal! Now get to the roof."

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