A Fight In The Hall

Male baselines were even more useless in Amihan than females. They were kept in the basement prison of the compound, protein deprived, fed rice and propaganda until they started agreeing with the Amihan manifesto.

After a month of prepping and planning Lyle was finally prepared to find Seele and escape. Crouched down he waited for the guard to arrive.

The guard arrived with a cook holding a cardboard try of stale rice and paper cups of water.

Lyle moved, quickly headlocking the man and choking Him out.

The cook threw the cardboard tray at Lyle and pushed the panic button.

Lyle punched him before escaping into the hallway cracking his neck and knuckles “Just like Cuba.”

Alarms blared. Amihan metas recognized Lyle as a rebelling baseline and attacked him.

Lyle grinned as he fought his way through the base.

Silver was one of those metas, but chose instead to just watch and keep Sarah out of harm's way. He laughed every time Lyle got a good hit in. “He’s tough for a normie!” He chimed.

“Shouldn't we stop this?” Sarah inquired with concern. She cared for everyone, after all.

“Nah, they chose to attack him and now they can deal with the fight he's got in him!” Silver grinned, loving to see a good fighter in action. It always got that fight in himself riled up.

Amihan metas scattered as Doron charged down the corridor, giving off toxic fumes.

Silver pulled on his gas mask and helped Sarah with hers. “Ohhhh, lets see how he'll handle toxic man!” He laughed.

Lyle threw on the gasmask he stole off the guards and charged towards the meta.