"Camil, what are you thinking about?" Abraham walked into the viewing deck and say Camil looking out at Aurocia. Abraham was young but you wouldn't know by looking at him. Both Camil and Abraham came up through the Mohammed Intraship Police Squad. Abraham was practically two meters tall, 125 kg and was intimidatingly strong. His booming low voice could stop a thief in his tracks, far better than anyone else chasing him down. Camil, although the same age, did not rise through the ranks as quickly, partly because of her sex. She did, however, have a gifted intelligence, was excellent in martial arts, and was stunningly beautiful.
"Sometimes I just wonder what it felt like to look out a window and see blue skies."
"Well can't you just hit the iView, see right here, you've seen this. It'll look just like anywhere on Earth apparen.."
"I know that! I'm saying for real though. To see a window, look at a blue sky and open it. What would that be like? To be outside."
"Well from, what I understand, when our ancestors were on Earth, we spent most of our time in doors."
"I suppose we took that for granted." Camil said.
Code Red Camil Code Red, There is open fire in sector 63, stern/starboard quadrant. It's Dr. Thatcher is over there. Code Red, Camil, do you read.
Over the intercom, Camil and Abraham heard the warning and ran out of the view deck.
"Roger that, we're on our way."
Camil and Abraham raced through the corridors to sector 63 which was also 42 floors below them in engineering. They jumped into the lev and as it took them down they grabbed their weapons. The each carried a chemo-nuclear, semi-automatic rifle. Instead of traditional gun powder, a small nuclear reaction is created in each bullet to project it forward at speeds not possible in previous technology. The bullets were chemically designed to disintegrate upon hitting anything other than what was programmed to be the target. They each had small head pieces that projected an image into their eye and they then could set the target, and the transmission would be sent to the bullet. The collateral damage in the halls of the Mohammed used to be pretty high in a fire fight before the advent of these weapons.
The doors to the lev opened immediately they were showered with bullets. The assailant had disabled the chemical disintegration and they were now sitting ducks.
Camil went low and ran out towards Dr. Thatcher who was in the hall as Abraham opened fire to cover here.
"Still, no ID confirm on the assailant." Abraham reported to his earpiece.
"Just cover me." Camil yelled back.
She reached Dr. Thatcher who was bleeding heavily from his neck. He had trouble speaking and was chocking on his own blood.
"Hold on Doc, you're gonna be fine…Doc! Stay with me."
Dr. Thatcher reached up at Camil and grabbed her face. "It's…a…lie"
"What's a lie, Dr. Thatcher, come on, stay with me!"
He closed his eyes and fell limp in her arms.
"Shit!" She screamed and ran towards the assailant. Showering him with chemical dust from the missed fire.
"CAMIL, wait" Abraham lumbered after her.
The assailant ran around the corner and into the emergency transport bay. He typed in a code into the panel on the wall and alarms began to go off. Camil looked into the bay window and saw his face. He was wearing face paint and looked back at her with wild blue eyes. He screamed at the top of his lungs in some language. Just then the transport bay doors opened and he was sucked out of the bay, his skin ripped like a burning sausage from the low pressure and he froze just as quickly from the ultra low temperature.
