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other apart, why test it here?
Moreover, why go to all the trouble of locking the building down so that it was
entirely contained, thus preventing the infection from spreading into the city?
There were more questions than answers and Melissa wasn’t sure she would, or
even could, ever find out the truth. She decided to leave everything as she had
found it, and tell Roy. As she backed out through the glass door, Melissa began
to reach for the radio, but movement on the edge of her peripheral vision made
her freeze. A woman had entered the room and advanced towards the conference
room, stopping when she had caught sight of the intruder. Melissa looked her
over, noting her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and that she had a
wide scar over her right eye. She was wearing a long, heavy coat and equally
bulky looking pants and a sweater – things that were far too warm to be worn in
Las Vegas. Melissa realized she looked perfectly healthy too, not like the sick
people she’d encountered before. The woman looked over at Melissa and her face
narrowed into a scowl.
“Who are you? Are you a follower of the
Teacher?” She demanded, her voice nasal and aggressive. Melissa shut the
conference room door and assessed her options quickly. The second bedroom was
behind her, so she could retreat if necessary, but not escape. The only way out
was through this woman.
“Yes, I follow the Teacher.” Melissa
declared, bluffing confidence. The woman approached her.
“Really? I didn’t see you at the meeting.
What is the Teacher’s main belief?” She quizzed sharply. Melissa knew she was
out of options. The woman obviously knew she was lying, a fact confirmed when
her hand moved to pull back the coat to expose a holstered gun on her right
hip. Not waiting for her to have the chance to draw it, Melissa lunged forward
and slugged her hard in the face, momentarily stunning her. She instinctively
pulled back to punch her again, but the woman recovered faster than Melissa
anticipated; thrusting herself forward, she shoulder charged Melissa, knocking
them both to the floor. The heavy woman climbed on top of Melissa and swung her
left fist towards Melissa’s face, but, reacting quickly, Melissa managed to
grab her hand and prevent the attack. Her adversary reached down with her other
hand and grasped Melissa’s throat; she squeezed and immediately Melissa began
to choke. Her first reaction was to grab at the woman’s wrist and try to pull
the hand away, but Melissa recalled her self-defence training and focused on
controlling her actions. She moved her knees up so her thighs were against the
woman’s backside, then she bucked her hips upwards, jolting the woman forward a
little. Melissa then wrapped her right arm around the elbow of the arm the
woman was using to choke her, then she threw her left shoulder up, carrying the
woman to the side, flipping her over so she was no longer on top. They were so
close to the wall that Melissa couldn’t carry her over completely and instead she
slammed into it, grunting in pain. Feeling the pressure on her throat relaxing
momentarily, Melissa moved swiftly. She grabbed the woman’s index finger on the
hand around her throat and yanked back; she heard the bone snap and the woman
screamed in pain, her other hand instinctively pulling back to cover it in a
protective gesture, which also freed Melissa’s left hand. Melissa wasted no
time; she slammed her left fist into the woman’s face once, twice and then a
third time, stopping only when it seemed the woman was truly stunned. Seizing
the initiative, Melissa moved her hands and, albeit a little awkwardly, pulled
the gun on the woman’s hip free.
Melissa scrambled clear, getting to her
feet a few paces away. She clicked the safety off and pointed it at the prone
woman, who was now stirring and shaking her head; no doubt trying to refocus
after the brutal head blows. Melissa coughed, her throat a little sore after
the close call, but she was
Moreover, why go to all the trouble of locking the building down so that it was
entirely contained, thus preventing the infection from spreading into the city?
There were more questions than answers and Melissa wasn’t sure she would, or
even could, ever find out the truth. She decided to leave everything as she had
found it, and tell Roy. As she backed out through the glass door, Melissa began
to reach for the radio, but movement on the edge of her peripheral vision made
her freeze. A woman had entered the room and advanced towards the conference
room, stopping when she had caught sight of the intruder. Melissa looked her
over, noting her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and that she had a
wide scar over her right eye. She was wearing a long, heavy coat and equally
bulky looking pants and a sweater – things that were far too warm to be worn in
Las Vegas. Melissa realized she looked perfectly healthy too, not like the sick
people she’d encountered before. The woman looked over at Melissa and her face
narrowed into a scowl.
“Who are you? Are you a follower of the
Teacher?” She demanded, her voice nasal and aggressive. Melissa shut the
conference room door and assessed her options quickly. The second bedroom was
behind her, so she could retreat if necessary, but not escape. The only way out
was through this woman.
“Yes, I follow the Teacher.” Melissa
declared, bluffing confidence. The woman approached her.
“Really? I didn’t see you at the meeting.
What is the Teacher’s main belief?” She quizzed sharply. Melissa knew she was
out of options. The woman obviously knew she was lying, a fact confirmed when
her hand moved to pull back the coat to expose a holstered gun on her right
hip. Not waiting for her to have the chance to draw it, Melissa lunged forward
and slugged her hard in the face, momentarily stunning her. She instinctively
pulled back to punch her again, but the woman recovered faster than Melissa
anticipated; thrusting herself forward, she shoulder charged Melissa, knocking
them both to the floor. The heavy woman climbed on top of Melissa and swung her
left fist towards Melissa’s face, but, reacting quickly, Melissa managed to
grab her hand and prevent the attack. Her adversary reached down with her other
hand and grasped Melissa’s throat; she squeezed and immediately Melissa began
to choke. Her first reaction was to grab at the woman’s wrist and try to pull
the hand away, but Melissa recalled her self-defence training and focused on
controlling her actions. She moved her knees up so her thighs were against the
woman’s backside, then she bucked her hips upwards, jolting the woman forward a
little. Melissa then wrapped her right arm around the elbow of the arm the
woman was using to choke her, then she threw her left shoulder up, carrying the
woman to the side, flipping her over so she was no longer on top. They were so
close to the wall that Melissa couldn’t carry her over completely and instead she
slammed into it, grunting in pain. Feeling the pressure on her throat relaxing
momentarily, Melissa moved swiftly. She grabbed the woman’s index finger on the
hand around her throat and yanked back; she heard the bone snap and the woman
screamed in pain, her other hand instinctively pulling back to cover it in a
protective gesture, which also freed Melissa’s left hand. Melissa wasted no
time; she slammed her left fist into the woman’s face once, twice and then a
third time, stopping only when it seemed the woman was truly stunned. Seizing
the initiative, Melissa moved her hands and, albeit a little awkwardly, pulled
the gun on the woman’s hip free.
Melissa scrambled clear, getting to her
feet a few paces away. She clicked the safety off and pointed it at the prone
woman, who was now stirring and shaking her head; no doubt trying to refocus
after the brutal head blows. Melissa coughed, her throat a little sore after
the close call, but she was
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