Altair sat across from Kiara in the dimly lit room, separated only by an old wooden table. He sat still, held in place by Kiara’s fierce glare. Both of them waited for the other to speak, unwilling to be the first to bend. Eventually Altair spoke, fed up with the prolonged silence.
“Why did you ask to speak with me?” Kiara took a moment to continue staring at him, collecting her thoughts.
“You were once a 1-star were you not? Before your time as a government lackey?” Despite his irritation at her wording he nodded. Kiara hummed in acknowledgement before continuing.
“Why then, if I may ask, would you aid in the capture of the figurehead of a revolution aiming to give rights to the group you were once a part of?” Kiara’s voice was low and dangerous. Both of them knew she could not do anything to Altair without being punished but Altair knew exactly how much danger he would have been in were they not being watched.
“Ms. Westwood, I can assure you that my actions had nothing to do with my allegiances to my fellow 1-stars, or with Matthew. I have never wanted to put him in any danger. The be truthful I owe him a great deal, he helped me out of a tough situation. Had it been up to me his fate would be a more peaceful one. Sadly, the cards were never in my hand and like many around us, I am simply following the rules in a game that others play.” A look of realisation appeared upon Kiara’s face as Altair spoke.
“You were one of the 1-stars Matthew gave a job to, weren’t you?” she could see by the look that he gave her that she was right and continued speaking.
“What then, could have driven you to betray someone who had risked so much to help you?” Altair looked conflicted before sighing and answering Kiara’s question.
“They have my family.”
Preparations for Matthew’s plan were well underway by the next time the council convened. Weapons were being collected and people were being trained for battle. Matthew knew that when the plan was executed, regardless of the result, there was a chance that the army would react violently and attack the 1-stars and Matthew was making sure that they would not be caught unawares. Contingency plans were being made for every possible scenario and every possible outcome was being calculated. The hope was that if they prepared enough, they would be able to catch the army unawares and survive an assault long enough for the dust to settle after the assassination attempt.
As for the assassination, ideas were flying between the council members. By now they had all accepted that the assassination attempt would become a reality and they were determined to make sure that the best plan was made. Ideas ranged from trying to steal a bomb from the government and planting it by the president’s office, to sending in a spy to infiltrate the president’s council and isolating him from his security team so that someone could kill him.
The plan that they settled on was long and complicated. Each step had to be done exactly on time and according to plan or the assassination would fail. First, groups of 1-stars would be sent around the city where they would simultaneously launch attacks on government buildings around the city. With the army spread out to stop the attacks Matthew and a specialised team would start a prison break to save Kiara and any 1-stars that had been captured throughout the revolution. At this point the plan could take various paths depending on how the president reacted. They needed some way to find out where he was at any time. Matthew knew there was only one way they could get close enough to the president in time.
“I’m going to give myself up.”
So Matthew’s plan is falling into place and Kiara might soon get rescued, but will it happen soon enough? Will Kiara’s meeting with Altair get in the way of Matthew’s plan in any way?
The room exploded in bursts of shock and outrage as the council members stood up screaming. Their faces red as they each began shouting to be heard. The once collected council now acted more like a group squabbling children than respected political advisors. Matthew slammed his hands onto the table between them and the room fell deathly silent once more.
“I know this seems crazy, but it is our only option. We don’t have the manpower or the resources to take down the government if all we are doing is trying to limit their supplies. Guards are being posted at every important storage facility around the country as we speak and even if we were somehow able to get past them, another storage facility would be built and filled within a few weeks. We can’t cripple them from the bottom. We have to take out their leaders and let the rest of the government spin out of control.” The council was divided by the end of Matthew’s argument. Some agreed with him that killing the president would be the quickest and most direct way to ensure their revolutionary plans became successful. Most council members however, still believed Matthew’s idea to be ridiculous. A council member who had not been convinced by Matthew’s viewpoint stood, faced Matthew, and spoke.
“Each day people join our cause across the nation. Soon our numbers will be equal to those the national army has. Surely when this happens we will be able to overpower the government without resorting to such drastic and dangerous methods. Think about it. If we fail to kill him, the president will stop entertaining our revolts and send all of his troops to destroy us.” The council members turned to Matthew again, wondering if he had any plans to ensure their success or if their chances of failure were as high as they feared.
“I know that there is a lot at stake if we aren’t successful, but It is only a matter of time before president Payne’s patience wears thin. He could send his armies to our doors any day to kill us and the day he stops finding amusement in our revolting, he will. We have lost so many people to the revolution already and each day it continues we lose more. Brothers, sisters, friends, neighbours, parents, children, everyone has lost someone to the fighting. Is it not worth it to try? If it means a possible end to the deaths and fighting, do we not owe it to our people to do it?”
Hey! So the last few days have been a bit hectic so my posting schedule wasn’t possible but everything should be back to normal and I should be able to post something every day again. Anyways, how do you guys think Matthew plans to have the President killed? The next post will be from Kiara’s P.O.V. so if you haven’t read punishment be sure to do so!
“Where is Matthew Sinclair?” These words woke Kiara every day since her capture followed by some punishment for her lack of cooperation. Today they had opted for dousing her in cold water. Kiara did not know how they managed to move her each morning but assumed that they had used a muted version of the sedative that kept her unconscious when she was first brought in.
“How should I know?” Her answer remained the same every day and she had no idea why they thought getting wet would make her change her answer. Yesterday she had been hooked up to 6 clamps attached to different sized batteries. Each unsatisfying answer made a flip switch and a wave of searing pain would shoot through Kiara. If she could go through that without breaking Matthew’s trust, then being wet would be easy.
“Humans are so fragile did you know?” As Kiara was pulled out of the tub the lady who had first interrogated Kiara spoke. Seeing that Kiara wasn’t going to respond the lady continued.
“We can’t survive in conditions beyond our bodies’ comfort zones for long. If we push ourselves too hard we might pass out. If we don’t have enough to eat we might die. There are a number of reasons why our bodies might shut down. We might have had too little to drink, or not slept enough. It might even be for reasons as simple as being too hot or cold.” At this point one of the two men who had submerged Kiara in the water opened a window. A cold breeze whispered gently across Kiara’s damp skin. Goosebumps rose and her pulse quickened as she realised what they planned to do.
“It is so funny how large an impact something as simple as turning down a person’s body temperature can have.” The lady moved closer to Kiara and whispered into her ear.
“In a few hours, when you are begging for sleep and the death that will surely come with it I will decide whether to grant your wish. Who knows, maybe I will flip a coin to decide. Regardless of how it is done I want you to remember this in a few hours and realise how little I care about whether you live or die, and how insignificant I find your pitiful life.”
Hey guys! So it looks like Kiara might be in trouble. Will she get out if it somehow? The uploads the next couple of days should be a little more diverse in terms of categories they fit in rather than just being short stories. That said, Uniform will still be updated at least every other day. Remember to follow if to get notifications regarding posts! Especially now that updates might not be daily.
Kiara woke up handcuffed to a metal desk in a cold, grey room. She looked around and saw two small cameras in opposite corners of the room and was surprised to see that there was no door anywhere in sight. She wondered how they had brought her in. One wall seemed to be made of an opaque glass and Kiara guessed that people were watching her from the other side of it. She steeled her jaw and stared at the glass, resolute and unwavering. A minute or so later, a part of the wall retracted before sliding to the side. Kiara turned from the glass wall to see a woman walk into the room. The woman sat in front of Kiara on a chair on the opposite side of the table.
“Kiara Westwood, second in command to Matthew Sinclair, resident medic at 1-star facility 2, ex-heart-surgeon at Pinecrest hospital. It says here you were on your way to becoming the leading heart-surgeon in the country but were excommunicated due to complications.” The smirk on her face when she drawled the word excommunicated showed Kiara that contrary to her tired tone, the lady enjoyed Kiara’s suffering.
“Our file on you has grown considerably large during your sedation the past few days. I must say when I first heard that you were taken in place of mister Sinclair I was quite angry. Over the past 48 hours however, I have grown positively elated. We have sent new spies to infiltrate your hopeless revolution and it seems that without you, mister Sinclair has no idea how to control the 1-stars. Failed raids have led to the incarceration of over 40 1-stars yesterday alone.” The ladies voice grew positively gleeful by the end of her explanation. Kiara refused to believe the ladies words but a part of her knew how large a part she had played in planning the raids and feared that there might be some truth to the ladies’ words. She knew however, that if there were any truth to the slanderous words, Matthew would soon overcome them and the revolution would once again be in full effect.
Hey! So this post took a little longer to post because I was planning the rest of the story after changing it. I’ve planned most of it by now and the rest of the uploads should go up on schedule! What do you guys think? Is Kiara’s interrogator telling the truth about Matthew? Hope you enjoyed this instalment in Uniform and come back tomorrow to read the next part!
“Stop shooting.” Kiara told them as she picked up Paul’s gun and slotted it through the gap in the boxes. With a small push, she sent the gun across the floor towards the soldiers. Their second gun soon followed.
“Move the boxes.” The group looked at her strangely but followed her orders. She stepped between the boxes with her arms raised and spoke to the soldiers.
“My name is Kiara Westwood, I am the leader of this task force. You asked for Matthew, but he never joined us on this mission. He deemed it too dangerous with the recent rise in government security after our recent raids. Take me prisoner in his place if you wish, but spare my team.”
“Do you reckon she’s telling the truth?” One of the soldiers asked to the others. A wiry man stepped out from between them. Kiara recognised him as a 1-star who had recently joined the cause and was staying in their warehouse.
“She’s Matthew’s second in command. I doubt that they would both be on a mission, especially with the increased government security. I think she’s telling the truth, but she might be just as valuable to us as Matthew. She’s his link to the 1-stars. He doesn’t know enough about how they are run or how to control them without her.” Kiara ground her teeth with each piece of information the 1-star shared with the soldiers. When he finished a guard at the front signalled to her and three guards stepped up to restrain her. Kiara followed them, calm and unresisting. When they were down the hall four gunshots sounded. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she didn’t turn. She didn’t look back. She knew her team was dead.
Matthew nearly broke down when he saw Kiara being led out. He had run from the window and hidden in a forested area by the granary, unable to leave his team and Kiara behind. He couldn’t escape without knowing his team’s fate. He watched as the soldiers poured out, hoping that the rest of his team would be with them. His hope was lost as the last soldier left the building. He watched the soldiers climb into their trucks and prepare to leave. Suddenly, his heart rate shot up and a silent gasp flew from his mouth when he saw someone who he recognised talking with the last group of soldiers. A single name left his lips.
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Kiara turned away from the window and called the others to her side.
“Matthew needs time if he’s going to escape the soldiers. Take the metal boxes against the wall there and build a barricade. Leave space for us to shoot through though.” The group sprang into action as Kiara continued thinking of a plan.
“Good, they know we are here but they might not know how many of us there are. When they come here do whatever it takes to make them think that there are many of us. I know we only have two guns but the rest of us can still help. Throw things, make noise, anything to slow them down.” The group settled in behind the makeshift barricade and collected any loose items to throw over the boxes. Moments later the footsteps of soldiers neared.
“It’s unlikely that we’ll get out of this unharmed, so I wanted to say that it has been an honour to work with you. Even though we might fall, our people will survive and the revolution will continue.” With grim expressions, the group turned to the approaching soldiers and lifted their weapons. Gunshots sounded moments later and two soldiers fell to the ground, dead. A yell was heard signalling their location and the Kiara knew that they wouldn’t have long before bullets from dozens of guns rained down on them.
The next wave of soldiers arrived, more prepared than the previous soldiers. Though the group continued shooting at the soldiers and throwing bricks, rocks, and even shoes at them the soldiers remained undeterred, waiting for the group to run out of ammunition. Occasionally the soldiers would shoot back at the group but most shots hit the boxes. Kiara knew that their luck was bound to run out though and was proven right when she heard a pained grunt beside her. She turned in time to see Paul fall onto the ground, his gun lying next to him, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. Kiara choked on a sob and looked at the remainder of her group.
So Matthew has been given a chance to escape but he’ll have to leave Kiara behind to do so. Will he leave or try to rescue them? Will Kiara and what remains of her team survive or will they join Paul in death? So I’ve been editing the second part of yesterday’s post and 300 turned to 700 words so I’ve split it again. A big reveal will happen in the next instalment so be sure to follow the blog to be notified when it’s up! Also, if you have any ideas for the story be sure to comment them! I will read them and try to incorporate them into the story!