Factory

Being rudely woken up, Misty forced open her very fatigued eyes to see a pair of female scientists looking at her.

"She still looks pretty out of it," one said.

Since they could not sedate her through injection, failing to penetrate Misty's impermeable body, they had instead numbed her with gas fed through a fixed tube at her nostrils.

"Did she have any sort of tests to do today?" the other questioned.

"Not that I know of. There were going to try a laser on her tomorrow, but that's about it."

As the scientists spoke, Misty noticed that their speech was becoming more and more clear. Before she knew it, she could see and understand them completely, not affected by the gas at all. Her body felt back to normal and the numbing feeling had passed away. Knowing this to be a lucky break of some sort, Misty continued to act disabled so that her captors would not notice.

"Well, we have to wait until we receive word on what to do," one said.

"Let's go get some coffee or something," the other replied.

As the scientists left the room in a negligible conversation of randomness, Misty let out a sigh of relief and stopped her act. Without realizing it, Misty used her left hand to wipe sweat from her brow and her right to scratch an itch on her exposed hip. In a sudden stroke of common sense, Misty noticed that she wasn't restrained to the bed in any way. The only things holding onto her were the stickers attaching her to monitoring machines and the tubes at her nose and bladder.

Wanting to make the best of this oversight, Misty quickly attempted to think up a plan of escape. She wasn't sure she could open the door so she had to think up a way to get them to open it for her. In a quick thought, Misty began pulling wires off of her body and freed herself from everything, sounding alarms on her machines that she hoped would alert someone to her room. After what she counted as a few minutes, no such investigation happened, causing her to think about her situation further.

With a guess and little in the way of options, she picked up the heavy metal tank that was feeding her gas and used it has a blunt object against the pressurized door. She didn't know if her logic made any sense, but she hoped that damage to the door's seal would cause some sort of emergency release.

After a few swings at the edge of the door, she noticed the sound of pressure being lost and suddenly a red prompt on the door's access screen came up. Much to Misty's joy the prompt was asking if an emergency release was needed and she happily select yes, opening the door. Misty felt much smarter than she previously thought at that moment.

As she stepped into the hallway her victory was threatened by a sudden barrage of gas canisters being launched from nearby soldiers. The hallway quickly filled with the dizzying chemical and brought Misty to her knees. She held herself up off the floor with her shaking arms, determined to stay up.

"No, no, no," she repeated to herself. "I will not be defeated so easily again."

Straining against her attackers, she noticed that her vision and breathing were returning to normal just as it had inside the room. The chemical did not linger for very long visually, and it was revealed that Misty was not subdued by their attempts.

"I guess gas isn't so effective on me anymore," she guessed.

"Shit!" a soldier yelled out. "She didn't go down! Sound the alarm!"

The brightly lit hallway suddenly dimmed and strategically placed orange lights suddenly pulsed to a slow alarm sound. Ahead of her, where her hallway ended and another crossed, several soldiers were holding their ground and aiming their rifles steadily since the gas had not worked. Misty momentarily halted at the sight of her opposition, but after a deep breath and a moment of confidence building she held one hand in front of her face and charged forward.

The men knew about her invulnerability and moved aside for a very large rifle carried by bigger soldier. The sudden sight of this made Misty slow her pace as she was stunned by the mass of the gun. The soldier quickly took aim and fired. The harsh noise ripped and echoed in the hallway as the round slammed into Misty's c.h.e.s.t, dropping her to the floor in a rag doll fashion. Misty's eyes opened wide as she reacted and held her c.h.e.s.t. Miraculously, the most she had been dealt was a slight loss of breath and was quickly on her feet again in a sprinting charge.

The soldier quickly chambered another round in his rifle and took another shot but instead of knocking her down it simply slowed her for a moment that was easily recovered. The soldiers could not stop her as she advanced and in a panic one of them took a grenade from his belt and tossed it toward the incoming enemy. Instead of stopping her charge as hoped, Misty instead caught the grenade and held it out in front of her as she slammed into the group in a violent explosion.

Abi held confidence in that they were heading in the right direction, but their speedy progress was suddenly halted by a very violent welcome. Before Abi and Factory could turn and make their way down the hall that Max was supposed to be captive in, a very large, gray-haired soldier suddenly burst from a room in the hallway and closelined Factory with his muscular arm. Factory's chin slammed right into the massive forearm and her inertia sent her flying forward and into the floor after a swift and unwanted back flip. Abi tried to subdue the large man but the massive soldier tensed his body and held firm.

"Now, now little one," he said.

The large soldier pulled a small electronic device from his pocket and pressed its single button. Unknown to Factory but painfully obvious to Abi was a debilitating noise that brought the little girl to her knees, holding her head in pain.

"Don't tell me you already forgot about the mental blocker," the soldier taunted.

The soldier then turned his attention to Factory, who was dazed and attempting to recover from her collision. The behemoth of a man grabbed Factory by her stolen lab coat and held her up in the air in front of him with ease.

"You're very lucky that my employer is a bit of an eccentric nutcase," he told her. "Otherwise, I'd smash your face into the floor right now. But I'll get my chance, just you wait."

Factory tried to struggle but was both weak from her crash and no match for his brute strength. Holding her in the air with one hand, the soldier grabbed a spray can from his pocket and sent a numbing mist into the face of Factory. Just as she was able to identify that her face had become wet with a chemical, she fell victim to its sedative qualities and lost consciousness, shortly joined by Abi.