Weapons

“In here, please,” Alice told them, holding the door open. She motioned them to walk inside. Tabitha and Lance stepped in, with her right behind them. The door clicked shut almost immediately. “This is the newly refurbished weapons room. Take what you need.” The older woman backed away, and stood to the side, allowing them to walk around.

Assortments of different weapons were stacked in every open space. It ranged from classic swords, to highly advanced guns with simulation pain triggers. Medical care stood at the end of the room, and armor protection at another. Tabitha eyed all of it, amazed. Lance, although hiding his expression, stared down the at weapons he held with a sparkle of admiration.

“Wow,” Tabitha started. “You’ve really upped your game since the last time we’ve been here.”

“That was the plan,” said Alice. There was an unlocking of the door, and a pair of foot steps accompanying it. Tabitha turned around, a blade still resting in her hands. A young woman and man came inside. The woman had a messy pixie-cut styled hair, bleached blond; her hair’s dark roots noticeable. Her eyes were angular, as of Asian descent. She was short, like Tabitha, but still stood a few inches taller. Next to her, stood a man with dark hair and green eyes, as foreign as her’s.

“What are these children doing here?” The woman asked Alice. She put a hand to her waist, her eyes narrowing.

“That is Tabitha and Lance Wield, Amber,” Alice told her, ignoring her comment. She then looked to Tabitha and her brother, with an arm motioning to Amber and the man next to her. “Amber Lee and Isaak Ito.” Isaak made a slight nod to them as a greeting.

Tabitha only tilted her head. “We’re not children.”

“Yeah, sure,” Amber laughed. She touched Isaak’s shoulder lightly. “Let’s get the gear.” He nodded. They then nudged passed Tabitha and Lance. Tabitha’s fingers tightened around the knife. It pricked her skin, but made no incisions.

“You’re barely taller than me!” She exclaimed. “How old are you, huh? I bet you’re no older either.” Amber spun around. Lance gripped her shoulder, and gave her a hard look. Stop, his expression read. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“I’m 22,” Amber said, flashing her fingers. “And anyone who is younger, which I’m sure you are, is considered a child to me. So stop complaining and leave me alone.” She turned back around and grabbed a gun. In a hushed voice, she said to Isaak, “Kids these days, can you believe them? They don’t know when to shut up.”

The knife in her fingers flew through the air. It stuck right next to Amber’s head, in the wall, still bobbing from the impact. She could feel her brother tense up, Alice stood at the other side of the room, shaking her head. But, Amber, she looked at her, amused. “You,” she grinned. “Have spunk.”

She pulled out the knife from the wall and studied it for a moment. Then she held it up to Tabitha. “Mind if I borrow this?” When Tabitha didn’t answer, she said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Amber and Isaak went to then leave the room. As she walked passed Tabitha, she gave her a slight nudge in the arm. “You, kid, I approve of you.” And with a nod towards Alice, she left.