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Escape From Paris 13/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Keep a look out ‘til I get back, Ann!”

“YEAH!” The bespectacled girl shouted back from wherever she was. The boy huffed and pulled his jacket closer to his body. A wool cap adorned his head covering his brown hair. A thick grey scarf obscured much of his jaw and his boots looked like they were from the eighties. His face belied his intellect and threat level not to mention his age. As the seventeen year old trudged down the chilling streets he could’ve easily been mistaken for a twelve year old. He was just doing a regular grocery run because Ann, his body guard, couldn’t be bothered. That and it was his turn to go get the groceries.

He made his way into the super market and grabbed a basket right off the bat. A few cuts of beef, a litre of milk, cereal, orange juice, just the basics. He grabbed a few pig ears for his other body guard and made his way to the check out.

“How’re you doing, Hugo?” The clerk lady asked him as she rang up his things.

“I’m good, I’m good. I’ve been pretty busy. Lots of big commissions.” He said.

“Well good, I’m glad you’re working.” She said smiling at him. She was a sweet lady.

He wasn’t long on his way before he saw an interesting looking man…he looked like a zombie, wow! Hugo had never seen a zombie in person before. The man was wearing a cool letterman jacket and he was looking back and forth from his pad to the street sign in front of him, clearly lost.

“Do you need help, sir?” He asked, getting a good look at the man. The man gave him a scrutinizing look for a moment.

“Eh, no I’m alright. Thank you though.” The man’s accent clearly said he was French and Hugo decided to move on. No telling what kind of trouble a Frenchman could mean…

“I’m back!” The boy yelled as he entered the large old building. He went into the kitchen where the offices were. It was connected to the living room so he could see Ann, sitting wrapped up in two big blankets reruns of old Transformers cartoons reflecting off her glasses.

“I’m back your highness.” He repeated, annoyed.

“Okay great, God.” She said, even more annoyed. Hugo wondered if she would ever actually be any good at defending his life, he’d never truly seen her in action but the others in the Militia had vouched for her.

“I guess I’ll get back to work then.” He said, leaving the groceries for her to sort out. He stomped down to the cellar where the first suit, Uffie’s suit was still under construction. The skeleton wasn’t even complete yet and it was very far from being complete. But Hugo, or Madeon as he was known in rebel groups, was working almost literally around the clock, pausing only very little to eat and sleep. The fate of all his countrymen and ALL Europeans, perhaps even the world, lied on his shoulders for the time being. He was the only viable and brave enough robotician to work with the geniuses who’d escaped Paris. The young man put on a jump suit, some thick leather gloves and a welder’s mask. His hands tightened and trembled as he knelt before the unorganized mass of metal and wiring and began soldering yet again. He’d been doing it all day today…and yesterday…and everyday ever since the scientists forwarded him some rough plans. The “fitting” process for Anna, their second in command, had been tricky but it was nothing he couldn’t figure out.

The boy paused and took a breath, looking around the dingy cellar. He’d wired up clamp lights here and there to make it more visible but the fact that he was in a fucking castle was still plain as day. For his safety and to maintain the secrecy of the project he had been moved to Rakvere Estonia, near where Ann lived, to work inside the bowels of an old castle.

Distantly, he heard An-tan, Ann’s attack dog and companion, start barking. He swallowed, wondering if something was about to happen. But he kept working even though he knew Ann’s dog was highly trained and didn’t bark at just anything. Within minutes he heard rapid stomps coming down the stairs behind him. He lifted his mask to see Ann there, a large shot gun in her hands.

“Hide kid.” She said, her eyes and voice now steely. Hugo didn’t say a word as he threw his gloves and helmet aside to go up the stairs and into the “panic room.”
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