The Solo Act (Attack on the Airfield)

[Sara]

(Ok. I hope this thread, isn’t to unfair towards the Resistance’s location, and I’ve been told Cameron agreed to Sara’s ploy to find the Resistance. If anything seems unfair or unjust, just let me know and I’ll be willing to edit it. Also, a note. Sara is a gifted vampire, and contains some skills like a hybrid or demon might. That half explains her being able to find the air field. I hope that is ok.)

Sara had lingered through Oceania for almost a week. Her powers, had somehow kept her active, and like all tourists she planned to have some fun. Perhaps more fun, then a common tourist might. It was the early hours of the morning, after four nights of watching a crucial area non-stop. She had supposed that, The Resistance, would hide themselves, and hide themselves well. Under-ground, was a great idea, yet not to tricky for a vampire to figure out. It was the least expected movement for a human to do. Go under ground. So Sara, taking in all her uncanny abilities searched commoners minds for any information that might lead her to their base. Some offered nothing, some had few suspicions. So, she had to work on that. She wouldn’t go around asking questions, it would make the Resistance aware of her. She didn’t want that.

She watched the routine of trucks entering the spot, that had been thought of in minds of many locals, and for 2 days, including the sunshine hours Sara had managed to watch the routine and get an idea of how they worked. She figured that one guard, was slightly slack on his work, and didn’t really do the custom checking of any vehicles going into the area. This gave Sara her advantage. She couldn’t just fly in there, she’d be seen on all the fancy dangle equipment they used. So, she had to get in through a source. A truck was one of these. She managed to locate some trucks that entered the area, from the other side of town, so she’d be able to get into them no worries. The problem was hiding herself and the equipment she needed in one of them.

But, she managed. She got threw a yard of two vicious dogs chasing her, a few scratches from barbed wire fences and a few misshaped bullets, just to get to this truck. She even managed to sabotage the other trucks fuel tanks so that this one was destined to get into the base. She hoped, the truck would get there. If it didn’t she’d have to keep trying. She calculated the truck to get there, exactly when the scrupulous officer was on duty, so the truck would not be officially searched.

The truck did go, within the hour, with the others having to order in other trucks to take in any items the Resistance needed. Sara made sure, she was exceptionally quiet. She could not afford a mess-up. Her luck, got her through the gates too. She was in the main airfield, with most of the hawks and planes, hidden in sheds, which were under a great deal of security. That meant she’d have to work bloody hard to get in there. She’d have to kill a few guards too.

She hadn’t really expected so much thought into going into these few simple sabotage missions, but she preferred working herself, then having people obey her orders. They say if you want something done good, you have to do it yourself. When the truck stopped, Sara listened to the what happened. It wouldn’t be unloaded until early morning, roughly 6am. It was full of food supplies to. She checked her watch it was about 2 in the morning, she’d have four hours to start working. Even better. A time limit.

There was a hatch in the truck’s container that would get her into the front of the truck, which was a bonus. She wouldn’t have to take the risk of opening the tail gates. She pushed the hatch in, so she could get in the front, and it made a little noise, not a lot, but a little. She managed to get herself into the cab, and took a good look around, using the mirrors. Lights were everywhere, which made it hard for her to move in the shadows.

Great! She looked around, making sure she could see no officers in sight, before she made that awful dash to one of the sheds. She got there, carrying an enormously heavy bag. She pushed herself up against one of the sheds, and listened for any followers, or voices. None. This was her lucky day. She found an open window, she wouldn’t risk going through a door, it might set an alarm off. So she pushed her items through the window, before heaving her body into the shed. The shed was home to 6 fighter helicopters. Easy enough. They wouldn’t be flying for a few days, when sugar was added to the fuel tank. Sara went through her bag, and came out with a funnel and a bag of sugar. Time to get to work.

[Cameron Michaels]

(Helicopters would be all right, but there are not planes here, they are on the aircraft carrier at sea. Just to let you know)

The guards were good. They weren't the average movie guards that were completely oblivious to everything until they were being shot at. No, these guards were a combination of marines and seals. They were the best of the best; even some army rangers had joined the resistance now. There had been a lot of problems with the United States military in the past weeks with the president being killed along with his whole staff. It had brought many people to the resistance and they all now hoped to fight against the vampires and werewolves. Vampires currently were a more immediate threat and Cameron had just bombed New York because vampires had heavily dominated the population there. That was something that no one saw coming. The whole country had almost turned into a war zone, with the resistance fighting the military, some other groups of militia forming. It was like they were in the tribulation from the Bible or something.

Either way, the guards were still attentive and very suspicious of anything peculiar. Anything that was out of the place or not in place would be checked out, especially an open window. Two army rangers checked out the window and saw that it had been pushed it. There was no reason for this and the men looked back and forth at each other before shining two flashlights into the building. They called to the security guards inside the building, alerting them to a possible break in. The security, following procedure and not trying anything stupid pushed the silent alarm, which alerted the rest the facility to something that might have been going on, and marines filed around the building. It wouldn't take all that long for the marines to get there, they were only about one hundred yards away and marines were constantly on alert for anything suspicious. Cameron didn't take chances, not with vampires.

Once the security guards had been alerted that the marines were outside and entrances and windows were covered, the men loaded their weapons. They didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't a full moon, so the chances were that they were dealing with a vampire. They loaded their guns with clips containing wooden bullets. Wooden bullets worked just like a stake, except it was a bit smaller. Other than that, it was the same and would kill the vampire the same way. The marines outside already were armed with these bullets in their automatic weapons. The seven guards when out in two teams, one of three and the other of four.

They began to search the hangar, looking for anything unusual, looking for any signs of activity that wasn't form the marines. They turned on the lights, large lights the light every corner of the facility. The guards kept looking around for anything out of the ordinary. If there were someone in the building, they would find him or her. There was just this hangar and the security office and locker rooms. There was no upstairs or place for anyone to run. The security door was locked with a man inside watching monitors, watching the teams and anywhere in the hangar that the teams hadn't checked. If there were someone, they would find him or her.

[Sara]

(Okies. Well, just pretend I did not write the planes in there… lol)

Sara worked quickly and efficiently. Her task, shouldn’t really have taken almost an hour to complete. There were only a few helicopters, in this shed, but she had, had some problems opening the fuel caps to pour the sugar in.

She had forsaken any dangers, in order to keep her concentration on the task at hand. But it would eventually be full of action, and physical dangers. She saw the lights suddenly come into a buzz, and heard footsteps around the shed. They knew she was here. Her only advantage was that they would not be sure whether she was a vampire, or a commoner.

That as a good guise for her, to appear as innocent as possible if caught. She moved into the shadows beneath a helicopter, feeling quite ridiculous. She had managed to sabotage, what? 3 helicopters. What an achievement, she thought sarcastically to herself. In fact, it was quite terrible.

She hid in the darkness, watching torch lights appear in the darkness, she positioned herself in with the wing and body of the helicopter. Her weapons, and sabotage equipment strapped to various parts of her body. She made sure, it all went with the shape of the helicopter. The side she was on, was in the darkness. So it would be impossible for any troops to see her from the other side, unless she moved.

Sara, sat in the darkness quietly. She knew how much danger existed around her, and she had to pace herself, and keep calm. These people were armed, probably more heavier then she. But sitting in the darkness, was just mental. When she heard the little noises of troops moving about, searching for her, she stopped caring about future dangers. It was a freaky danger, almost enough to push her out of her position. She heard voices, quiet voices, muttering occasionally. Sara focused her attention on them, and listened to the orders. The troops were being separated into groups, to lurk around and search the place. If she could, she’d pray for some luck. But she was the praying type.

She heard footsteps move around her, within a few moments they would be within her sight. She had no doubt that, every exit was guarded. She had trapped herself. If she could keep finding hidey holes in which they had already searched, they might jus give up and think a squatter or something had broken in. But she doubted that strongly. She was in their territory now. They would be very suspicious about anything out of the ordinary.

Soon, Sara began to feel her nerves playing. It wasn’t natural. Not for a vampire to really fear, but everything that was happening was beginning to give Sara the creeps. She imagined the troops knew exactly where she was, and were surrounding her, quietly raising their guns, until they were within meters of her and she was about to be caught, dragged away tortured and killed. There was not one relaxed muscle in her tiny body, they were all ready for any emergency or break away. Sara felt like she’d been wired up to a twelve volt generator and someone had turned the power on. She was completely restless.

Sara let her eyes dart around, searching the darkness for movement. There were two groups of troops to her right, and left. She guessed there was another unit behind her searching the helicopters too. There was no chance, that they’d think of checking the fuel tanks. They’d have to start them up, and when the sugar began moving through the engine and eventually stopped the helicopter, they would then realise it had been sabotaged. If she was caught, she’d be blamed for damaging it too.

She heard the troop behind her move around the helicopter, in a few moments, they would see her if she did not move. She slowly, very slowly moved a muscle. Making her way slowly over the top of the helicopter. It was a bloody difficult process, and she tried her hardest not to stumble or make any noises. She let her night vision lock in, and saw where all the troops were, they were all on the side she had come from now, searching the other helicopters. They would be back though.

She had to remain alert. She slowly edged herself down the side of the helicopter, and with a quiet step landed gently on the ground, at the same time jarring her injured leg. Her reaction was a scream, but she caught herself before the noise erupted out of her vocals. Now was not the time to feel pain.

[Cameron Michaels]

(Sorry it was short)

This was the guards third time scanning the hangar. After one more sweep they would give up the search and assume one of two things. The first thing they would think would be that it was just some wild animal that had snuck into the facility or the person that had snuck in had already left. However, in order for that have happened, the person must have been incredibly quick and silent. No human was that silent. So, if the person had already left, they would have had a purpose for coming her, perhaps sabotage. The soldiers would have to check all the engines and machines. They hated doing that because it was tedious and annoying, but it was protocol and no one was going to disobey direct orders. The men did one final search, searching behind the helicopters and around the lockers and equipment but still had not found anything. They radioed the findings, or lack thereof, backing into headquarters and then began the final scan back.

Then, the soldier watching the monitors saw some movement by a helicopter and it wasn’t from one of the marines. He called them over their head pieces, telling them which helicopter. The men turned and moved quickly towards it. They had already formed a semicircle around the helicopter before they had reached it. Then they saw Sara. A woman? What? That was a bit out of the ordinary. However, the soldiers were trained and refused to take any chances. They aimed their weapons at her, prepared for any sudden movement or act of aggression. “Ma’am this is a restricted area. You do not have clearance to be here. Come forward slowly, your hands on your head.” One of the marines shouted.

[Sara]

(No problem. I don't usually post this long...)

Sara had, had some luck. She could admit that. It appeared as though they were giving up, and she let out a sigh of relief. It meant that she would be able to continue sabotaging the rest of the helicopters and get herself out. Hopefully. It would be likely that they would keep a strong eye on the shed, so she would have to be swift. Swift like the fox, that snatches the chicken from the chicken house before anyone can notice. She moved slowly in the shadows, as quiet as a mouse. She listened to each footstep around her intending to listen to every conversation. However, it was hard for her to grasp every detail of every conversation. Her hearing, was not as good as some might assume.

Suddenly she heard the footsteps come in her direction again. Then she heard the dreaded, just as she felt eyes land on her. She had been sighted, she had been seen. Her body froze. It as in shock, but her brain wasn’t. It was like her conscious kept yelling to her “I told you so! I told you so!”

An instant later, before she had time to digest anything, she felt all eyes lurch to her. Like she was in the spotlight of some performance. She slowly, very carefully raised her arms. By moving her head fractionally, she could see all the troops slowly move into position around her. Sara’s body was still waking up to what was happening, and it took her forever to raise her arms, as a sign of surrender. Was she going to surrender? Was she going to allow them to take her?

As she slowly looked around, she felt every movement in her body creak like an old floorboard. She realised that her luck had come to a bitter end. She was surrounded. She knew they hadn’t expected a woman, but they had found her red handed. All the weapons were placed in various places over her body, and through her clothing. If she surrendered, she was in for a rough time. Possibly death, if they figured out what kin she was related to. The Resistance were not as friendly towards vampires, as they were to other humans. Actually they tended to be quite more hostile, probably cause vampires were also quite the same. Putting together two stubborn people was not a good idea. It never worked.

Sara took a deep breath and let her hands finally reach the place upon her head. She was going to have to surrender. However, she had another plan. Sara never went into anything with back up plans. She knew if the worst possible outcome happened and she didn’t have a back up plan it would be a death and death situation. Right now, she probably faced, as a mortal life imprisonment or something. Unless she could pretend that someone had brainwashed her. Which she doubted would work.

Her only choice was to surrender. She had been forced to do this. She had to play the innocent mortal. She look, what only 17, which was a good disguise. She loved it. Silent as she could be, she stopped and let the marines move forward. Every eye would be on her, any movement she made, would be watched. The only reason they’d seen her was because of those cameras.

How could she forget about the cameras? They were the most ridiculous inventions for any crime. All she could do now, was let them take her, interrogate her. Once Victor found out she hadn’t come back, he’d be coming with an army for his Queen.

[Cameron Michaels]

The soldiers surveyed the woman as she stepped out and placed her hands on her head. It was an odd thing for a woman of all people to be in a military base. Also, how in the world did she possibly get into the base without being seen be the guards? Many of the soldiers and Cameron himself did not think that women were inferior to men when it came to military and strategy. However, this woman looked no older than twenty. Two of the men approached her cautiously. They didn’t know what kind of women this was and they were going to take all of the safety measures to make sure nothing bad happened. They didn’t want to have to kill anyone or have to fight for their lives. They did however, radio to the marines outside that they had located the intruder. Once they did, several more marines entered the building, falling in line with the marines already guarding Sara.

The two soldiers reached Sara and let their guns hang on their gun straps and they shifted them to their backs. “Stay still ma’am.” The man on the left said and then the one on the right slowly spun her around and moved against one of the helicopters so she could be searched. The man didn’t have to do anything except press his hand against her side to fell a weapon and he withdrew quickly, “She is armed.” He alerted and the men became even more cautious, aiming their guns once again at Sara. Any lulling of security or any bit of trust they had was gone now that they knew she was armed. The soldier then proceeded to remove all of her weapons and knifes and other objects that she had on her person. They took everything off of her except for her clothes and with all of the weapons they had already found on her, taking those off wouldn’t have been a terrible idea.

After they had concluded that their search was complete and the weapons had been moved far from Sara’s reach, the men turned her back again and moved her hands from her head to behind her back and placed a pair of handcuffs firmly around her wrists. “Come on, we would rather not make a tremendous scene with this. However, I think you already did that.” The man that cuffed her said and began to walk her towards the hangar door. The man was not alone as about twenty marines escorted him and Sara to the door. They would escort her all the way to the base. They still didn’t know what kind of person she was, or what kind of creature for that matter. Until they had decided they would be very cautious.

[Sara]

Sara knew what was going to happen. They would search her no matter what. They’d find her armed, which would put her in a rough situation. As she predicted they did just that. She felt the surrounding sort of trust, that had lingered hen they first discovered she was a girl disappear, when her first weapon was found. Sara rolled her eyes, when that was discovered. Wait and see what else she had in there. She probably had a lot more weapons on herself then five of their men put together. They’d better feel lucky, that she had not attacked them. They might have lost some friends. Wouldn’t that be a shame?

After a few minutes of being studied like a specimen of some sort at a zoo, Sara felt a hand grasp her, turn her around and cuff her hands behind her back. This wasn’t the first time she’d been searched and cuffed, but it was the first time any weapons had been found on her.

Sara did not need night vision to see all the rifles pointing at her. It felt like they were already prodding and poking her. Inside she felt a smirk bubble and want to erupt upon her face. It was exciting in a way. She’d always loved being caught by the cops, and put in their wagons. She loved interrogating them too, that was fun. When they asked her questions, she turn around and use them against them. One time she almost had a cop put off because she cried abuse. She’d learnt from that one, it had put her in court.

Anyway this time was a lot different. She attempted to shrug the man off, when he started walking beside her. At least 20 pairs of eyes were on her, which made her just want to lunge out and kill them all. The blood was so close, the heart beats pounding. Some were calm and collected, others were unsure. It’d be interesting to see how their heart beats turned when they found out she was not normal. But, would they find that out?

“This isn’t a scene,” she grumbled, “It’s gonna be history buddy,” she said to the marine moving her along. It was possible this guy, was trying to impress a fellow officer, he seemed cocky. The way he carried on, made Sara want to just club him in the head. Hard. But, she really didn’t have the motivation to resist what was happening. She’d just have to be obstinate and annoy them to the ultimate. As they moved, she took a look around. There were lights everywhere, giving her the chance to soak up the atmosphere, she kept looking around, sussing things out. There wasn’t much to see though, except for guns.

If she was going to die in here, if they found out what she was. She was going to make every last minute count.

[Cameron Michaels]

The guards took her from the building and walked her across the courtyard and into another building across from the apartment complexes and the only entry place into the base. They moved her into the stone building and then went to the only thing in the middle of the room. An elevator. They calmly went about putting in authorization codes and performing eye scans and fingerprint scans before the elevator opened and Sara and six men stepped inside the elevator. The elevator closed and wouldn’t open without codes. The elevator then went down into a completely other complex. This was the interrogation and prison division of the resistance. This was for people like Sara that broke in.

The men put in their codes in the elevator and then the elevator opened and they were met with several more guards as the elevator closed after they stepped out. The men then took Sara to a confined room with stonewalls and a two inch thick steel door with no windows. There was nothing in the room but a table, and two chairs. They sat her down and then handcuffed her to the table and the chair she was sitting in. Then they left her completely alone. She sat there for some time before someone came in. “Well hello.” The man said calmly. “My supervising official will be down soon. So, why don’t you tell me why you were here and I can give him some good news when he gets here.” The man said with a smile, sitting in the chair adjacent from Sara.

[Sara]

Since the point Sara was separated from her freedom, she had found herself in a room. There was a table, and chairs. But nothing else. It was the coldest, barest, starkest, most boring room Sara had ever been in. Well, there was really no difference from the time she had found herself and so called friends locked in a cell for blowing up a car near the administration office at school, but she had, had her friends then. There wasn’t even a light switch!

One of the awful things was the silence. It was almost soundproof. Every once in a while, she heard a door slam, but that was about it. She sat at the table, where she was cuffed down, not really being able to move anywhere. She felt her inside burst with excitement. This was something she had expected from the start. She just had to play it cool, and she’d be alright. She looked around, like there was anything to look at but stonewalls and a steel door. These people were so restricted. Security was tight to. If they’d been a bit poorer with security she might have sabotaged the entire place quite quickly. After all it had taken them at least 3 searches to find her in the hanger.

For the time she was in there, she hummed to herself, even sang to herself. She’d probably be observed by some hidden camera or room, but that didn’t stop her from carrying on like a child still. Better to play a child, then her true origin found out. They could find out her origin when Victor came to get her. Her humming stopped when someone entered the room. Her eyes focused on the target, like a hunter. She did not let them leave him.

After he spoke, there was a horrible silence. The creepy and very quiet kind. His face was not expressionless, in fact it contained a rather giddy smirk. She stared at him blankly, raising an eye brow at his cheeriness. This guy needed to be brought down. He needed to find the cheeriness seeping out of him, like a fly that had been sprayed with poison.

“Were here?” she grinned sarcastically, “That is past tense. F-Y-I, I am still here and I think you know exactly why I am here. I was found in a hanger.”

She would do everything possible to irritate and infuriate these people. Everything that could frustrate them would be hilarious to watch. Cops reacted like that, got very annoyed when a kid was stubborn. Sometimes telling them, they would get adult punishment. She watched this man sarcastically, with a scrupulous eye. A naughty child look upon her face. The more they kept believing she was a minor, the more lucky she would be with fooling them. She just had to play.

[Cameron Michaels]

The man had no expression on his face as Sara jeered at his grammatical error. He man simply sat there and stared at Sara. He folded his hands across his chest and leaned back into his chair, not keeping his eyes off of Sara. Usually this fellow was considered both creepy and intimidating, which was pretty amusing and useful for this situation. After several intense minutes of saying nothing, he finally spoke, “You being in a restricted hangar raises a lot of assumptions, only one of those can be correct and you can help us pick the right one by simply telling us why you were there. While you’re at it, try and explain the arsenal of weapons we found on your person.” The man requested calmly, not moving from the position he was in.

[Sara]

Sara watched him, trying to match his expressionless face. His request seemed calm, which took her by surprise, but she tried not to show it. Usually they would become quite irritated with a sarcastic comment, like the one she had made before. He waited there, waiting for her reaction, and preferably an explanation towards her actions. But Sara was not about to give him the pleasure of one.

“Why?” she asked, but without giving him enough time to reply, she carried on with her own tedious remarks, “If I tell you how I got there you will only use that to enhance your security. If I supply you with any further information, will you be inclined to consider clemency? In my case I really don’t see that happening. Besides even if I told the truth you probably wouldn’t believe me. After all in your eyes I am only a child, why should my words be trusted?”

Sara made sure she used the word child. It might very well help her through her plot. If they found out she was Sara, Queen of the Vampires, she would be as good as dead. She had to keep playing like a little hooligan, like a teenager, just wanting to have fun. That way she would secure her time here.

“As for the weapons you found on me,” she smirked, “They aren’t mine. Why don’t you write that down? If you people were smart enough, you’d track down the weapons origin and find who they belong to. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them belong to the Resistance themselves.”

Sara loved being ruthless, and absent minded. She loved interrogating people to the point where they would just get to frustrated to speak to her, and preferably ignore her. Her teenage years, had always been full of adrenalin, and she was addicted to it. Being competitive in sport, had placed the adrenalin in her, it had introduced her to it. Losing her father and joining the wrong group had influenced it more. Meeting Victor, and becoming his queen, had UNLEASHED it.

[Cameron Michaels]

Sara was most indignant and the soldier was a bit annoyed by this. He expected most captives to be at least a little bit submissive, but this one was rebellious. There were two basic kinds of rebellion. First, there was the physical rebellion where the people tried to attack their captors or superiors. Then there was rebellion of the mind and heart, which was the one that Sara was showing currently. That sort of rebellion was more in words and non threatening gestures. The soldier, however, did nothing and said nothing as she jeered at him. He had an awful lot of patience because he had been doing this job for quite some time and had dealt with a great number of stupid people, male and female alike. Sara was no exception to him.

After a few more minutes, the man stood up from his seat and walked over to Sara, sitting down on the table next to her. He spoke calmly and rationally to her, “You do realize that this is not exactly a good position for you to be in. People that have been in your state in the past are usually put away in some sort of prison for the rest of their lives and are never heard from again. I am not threatening you in that are what you think I am doing. I am simply trying to tell you what kind of position that you are in.” The man said and then a voice came in over the speakers of the room and the man stood up from the table and walked over to where he had been sitting, closed his notebook and turned to Sara one more time, “My boss is here. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.” The man said, shaking his head as he exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

There was silence for the next couple of minutes. Sara was left in the room all alone and there was nothing but the cold steel to entertain her. There weren’t even any doors being closed or voices outside. Everything was dead around her and she was alone. Then, after what probably seemed like a decade, the door opened and Cameron came into the room. He calmly closed the door and took the strap off of his holster and then turned around and sat back down at the table where Sara was sitting. He gave a smile and then leaned back in his chair. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. She did look awfully familiar to him but for the moment he couldn’t place her. Cameron wasn’t going to say anything until he did. He had all the time in the world so he didn’t have to say anything or rush the process. Then it came to him, the White House. She was one of the vampires. Cameron’s hand casually slipped down to his firearm and he stood up. She was chained to the table and chair, but he still wanted to be at a higher level than her. Cameron finally spoke, “So what did you plan to accomplish? Sabotage, I believe is what we are calling it. Its Sara isn’t it. I heard Victor call your name the night the president was killed. Let me guess, you were too disable us before the vampire army arrived?” Cameron asked. “But see now I know it is coming, and I will be ready.” Cameron said calmly.

[Sara]

(Change in the last name and a new banner? Interesting. Love the men in your banner! haha)

Sara listened with a bored, yet somewhat amused expression upon her face, with what the young marine said. Trying to warn her? Oh, she already knew what she was in for, and it didn’t frighten her one bit. She couldn’t move, so she sat tolerably looking at the fellow. Pathetic human. When the over voice entered the room, Sara did not let her eyes leave the man. He got up from where he had perched himself in front of, telling her that she couldn’t say he hadn’t warned her. She rolled her eyes with boredom, “Does that make me care?” she said as he left the room.

It’s funny, what silence can do to you. Some people get so paranoid that they start imagining things, and begin to talk themselves. Without any noises to supplement their imaginations, there really isn’t much for their minds to focus on. The thing is, they do not occupy their mind, which is something they should very much attempt. Memories, may not be the nicest of all but they can secure you in the times of need. Sara knew she was in for a wait, these people weren’t very organised as they tended to think they were. Otherwise their schemes in trying to make her confess everything to the steel, was a bit plain. Sara kept to herself, sorting through her mind with her powers. It was not always pain free, but it was like finding money in a jacket you haven’t warn for ages. Exciting.

Instead of having surrounding noises to occupy her, her mind let her enter a chasm in which memories and voices began to sustain her. For everything that secured her, repeated in her mind. She heard the door open and in walked yet, a familiar face. She smirked, he’d know her from the scene at The White House. What a reunion. She looked at him, shutting away her memories, to allow her stubbornness to jump in.

He didn’t address her for a bit, which was quite amusing. Instead they just watched each other. Sara was watching his muscles, every one. If one moved, she’d pick it. She knew he’d be armed, but that didn’t fascinate her. She watched him stand, and carelessly move his hand to where his gun was positioned. How original. A smirk dashed across her placid and content face, as he began to address her. Well, he had a good memory, she could give him that. Not many remembered her name these days, those who did were seeming less by the minute. Probably because they were either dying or converting.

“Nice work Officer,” Sara smirked, “It was a good guess, but far from the truth. Yes, I was present at the White House. I’ll give you that, and of course Victor called my name out, but the reason you say I am here is I think, very far from the truth.”

She watched him now with an ever keen eye, not moving any other inch of her small body. He appeared calm, was that because he knew what she was, and had a gun? She’d laugh at this later on. She waited a few moments before opening her mouth again, to speak, “Sabotage is for fun. Why do you think so much vandalism goes on? Because youths gain an adrenalin rush and need something to waste it on. Who is to say I am any different? What if I was to say I was not here in order to immobilize you? What if I was to say, that the reason of me being here was because I needed to get something to you, or because I was in need of your security?”

Sara had this all planned out now. She’d play that damsel in distress role, saying that she had listened in on Victor’s conversation with another Lord, and had found out some information she shouldn’t have. He found out of course, because he controlled her, every inch of her mind. He had kidnapped her, killed her father, converted her and forced her into being his queen. At heart she was still a young girl, trying to get away from her abductor, she’d managed to escape the dungeon in which he’d kept her in and knew she had to get somewhere safe. The Resistance were the only people, who were safe to her now.

Yes. She could play that role, it would be extremely easy. She looked at Cameron now, with an innocent look. If he was smart he might, actually believe she was in some sort of danger, and because of her age, he might believe that she had never intended to be a vampire, and needed an escape.

[Cameron Michaels]

Cameron watched Sara, watching her motions as she watched him. He could see her eyes fixed on his body, fixed on his movements, observing everything he did. Cameron was happy that she was chained to a table. That at least would keep her from doing anything to quickly. He doubted that the chains would hold her for very long, but they would allow him to see something happening and give him time to react. He listened to what she said about running away from Victor. Personally he found that unlikely. There would be no reason for her to run from him now, not after all of these years. Besides, he had other evidence that she was trying to sabotage the base.
“Well that is all well and good darling, and I would believe you, I really would. Except, you forgot two very important details. The first detail was the weapons we found on you. The second, and this is really the more important one dear, was when we tried to start the helicopter to test them, they wouldn’t start. When we checked them out, we found sugar in the engine fuel tanks. Then we found sugar on you. So don’t play innocent with me Sara.” Cameron said calmly and stood up and walked over to her, leaning against the table, looking down at her. “You know, you are lucky you are not some random vampire or you would be dead. See, I don’t like the idea of killing you, the queen of the vampires because that could make Victor really pissed. You of course can be used as a bartering chip, say for Alena, who you seem to have in your custody in America. I think that would be an even trade…don’t you?” Cameron asked. “Now, I have no doubt that Victor is somewhere, coming for his queen. Good, fine. We can handle that. Last time I fought I wasn’t really prepared, now, I have something didn’t before.” Cameron said and reached into his pocket and dropped a miniature Bible onto the table in front of her.

[Sara]

Sara watched him, with a bored expression. So her innocent act wasn’t working. She let him carry on with his plans to use her as some type of barter. Why did they want Alena, any how? Why was she so different to any other vampire? Was it just because of her rank?

She watched him pull out a bible and place it in front of her. She cringed a little, but only because of the sudden exposure of it. After a moment, her mind was able to create a barrier to stop any pain from entering her system. Sara was un-like other vampires, and in a way, more efficient. She could do other things vampire couldn’t, which made her seem like a hybrid to all her kind. Sara still felt emotions, she still felt pain, hurt and love, where other vampires only had memories of what is was.

“Don’t darling me,” she rolled her eyes, and attempted to slump back in the chair, but the ridiculous metal cuffs that held her hand to the table wouldn’t allow it, “Ok so you have the evidence of all the weapons I carried and the sabotage, of what 3 useless helicopters? What if I was trying to get your attention and make sure I was in the right place? If you didn’t notice, I did not struggle when your men found me. I wanted to be caught.”

She sat up straight an watched her cuffs, in her mind she could see the weaknesses in them, it would be a fairly easy contraption to get out of. However, she was in no mood to be tied down, or kill anyone simply because she wanted to sit back in the chair, “Besides, a bible isn’t going to protect your from Victor. You need something more powerful. Victor absorbed Raven’s power when they duelled, and after Victor had slain him, do you really think something as small as that is going to disarm him?” She said this calmly, as in an informational tone. Maybe, if she pretended to give out information her role of the damsel in distress may work.