Jules
ACME
Jules huddled in a ditch in the woods. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and pressed down on a comn in her hand.
“ACME, report in-”
She heard static.
“Hawkins, I got caught. Tripwire knows I’m… me.”
She had to stop speaking, panting and gasping, out of breath, and suck in air.
“Jules, where are you? I’m getting a team!'' Hawkins's voice whispered over the comn, sending hope soaring through Jule’s chest.
“In the woods outside of the base. “
“Calling for help, are we?”
Jules was grabbed by the back of her shirt. She was thrown back and smashed against a tree, sliding to the ground while still clutching her comn.
“Jules, are you alright-”
Hawkin’s voice was cut off as the attacker stomped down onto her hand, cracking the comn.
“ACME doesn't usually do undercover…” the man muttered.
Jules took in his appearance: a blonde man a bit older than her. He was muscular and broad-shouldered, much stronger then her. His uniform matched hers, as she’d been undercover with the criminal organization he worked for, but now she had been caught, and now she was in danger.
“Now are you gonna calm down and come with me peacefully or do I have to break that pretty face of yours?” he asked, cracking his knuckles.
Jules dove at him, tring to sweep his legs. He jumped and swung a kick that collided with her temple, sending stars through her sight. She managed to stay awake and kicked, hitting him where the sun don't shine. He collapsed groaning, and Jules tooka few steps back, planning to turn and run, but she was grabbed from behind, her hands yanked behind her and cuffed.
“Good job, Joseph.” another agent helped him up.
After a few moments he sighed and turned around, kicking her in the chest hard enough to send the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping and choking.
“I’ll teach you to-”
“Joseph that’s enough!” the one holding Jules snapped. “We need her alive. Information. ACME doesn't usually do undercover, so we need to know.”
“JULES!” Hawkins' voice rang.
“Rescue squad-” the sentence form there descended into expletives.
“Come on we need to get her out of here.” Joseph growled.
“HAWKINS, HELP!”
The man holding her put his hand over her mouth.
“JULES!” Hawkins called out again and the light of a flashlight cut through the woods.
It was too late, and one of the tripwire agents smashed her hard in the face, and her world went black.
“ACME, report in-”
She heard static.
“Hawkins, I got caught. Tripwire knows I’m… me.”
She had to stop speaking, panting and gasping, out of breath, and suck in air.
“Jules, where are you? I’m getting a team!'' Hawkins's voice whispered over the comn, sending hope soaring through Jule’s chest.
“In the woods outside of the base. “
“Calling for help, are we?”
Jules was grabbed by the back of her shirt. She was thrown back and smashed against a tree, sliding to the ground while still clutching her comn.
“Jules, are you alright-”
Hawkin’s voice was cut off as the attacker stomped down onto her hand, cracking the comn.
“ACME doesn't usually do undercover…” the man muttered.
Jules took in his appearance: a blonde man a bit older than her. He was muscular and broad-shouldered, much stronger then her. His uniform matched hers, as she’d been undercover with the criminal organization he worked for, but now she had been caught, and now she was in danger.
“Now are you gonna calm down and come with me peacefully or do I have to break that pretty face of yours?” he asked, cracking his knuckles.
Jules dove at him, tring to sweep his legs. He jumped and swung a kick that collided with her temple, sending stars through her sight. She managed to stay awake and kicked, hitting him where the sun don't shine. He collapsed groaning, and Jules tooka few steps back, planning to turn and run, but she was grabbed from behind, her hands yanked behind her and cuffed.
“Good job, Joseph.” another agent helped him up.
After a few moments he sighed and turned around, kicking her in the chest hard enough to send the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping and choking.
“I’ll teach you to-”
“Joseph that’s enough!” the one holding Jules snapped. “We need her alive. Information. ACME doesn't usually do undercover, so we need to know.”
“JULES!” Hawkins' voice rang.
“Rescue squad-” the sentence form there descended into expletives.
“Come on we need to get her out of here.” Joseph growled.
“HAWKINS, HELP!”
The man holding her put his hand over her mouth.
“JULES!” Hawkins called out again and the light of a flashlight cut through the woods.
It was too late, and one of the tripwire agents smashed her hard in the face, and her world went black.