We last left Mikayla trapped in a room with a mystery man. Who is he? Will she be able to escape? What about the information she came to retrieve? Will her mission succeed? You'll find out today in the conclusion of "The First Mission"! Miss the first two parts? Click here for part one and here for part two!
The man straightened up. “So, Mikayla. You came back after all. Your mother said you wouldn’t, but I knew better.”
Mikayla scanned the room. Yes, there!
There was the row of indentations that marked the ScanChip access
ports. All she had to do was find a way to hold her ScanChip over one
until it had the information they needed. As subtly as she could, she
began working the ScanChip out of her pocket. “I didn’t come back
because I wanted to see you.”
Her father took a step towards her. “Perhaps not, but you are here, and here you will remain.”
“I won’t.” Mikayla edged away from her father and towards the ports. “I have another home now. A better home.”
the Silver Bullets, I take it?” He shook his head disgustedly. “I am
your father, Mikayla. You belong here with your brother and me.”
Mikayla took another step towards the ports. She was nearly to the closet one now. “What about Mother?”
father hesitated, a look of what seemed to be genuine sorrow crossing
his face. “Your mother died shortly after she was brought back here. I
tried to save her, Mikayla, but I couldn’t. There was nothing I could
Mikayla struggled to fight back tears. “Oh.” She’d guessed as
much, but even so, knowing that her mother was gone felt as if someone
had struck her heart with a whip. She forced herself to keep moving
towards the ports. “Even if she were here, though, I wouldn’t stay.” She
navigated the ScanChip into the indentation and felt it click. How long will it take? How long will I have?
Mikayla’s father stepped towards her again. “Why not, Mikayla? What does the Silver Bullet have? They aren’t your family.”
felt the urge to move away again, but she didn’t dare let the port
become uncovered. She hesitated, trying to figure out what to say. “I
thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”
Her father shook his head.
“You’ve trained with them, Mikayla. You wouldn’t be wearing their
uniform if you hadn’t. Don’t your trainers there criticize? They and I
both do it for one reason: so you know where you need to improve.”
least they recognize that I’m doing my best.” Mikayla met her father’s
endless black gaze defiantly. “You never did. I tried my hardest to
please you, but you always demanded more. You never told me what I was
doing right. Only what I did wrong.” Her voice gained force with every
Her father scowled. “Coddling brings weakness. I wanted you
to be strong. Only the strong make it to the top in this world,
Mikayla shook her head without breaking his gaze. “Is it
coddling to show that you care? Can someone who’s broken truly be
Her father took another step towards her. “I refused to coddle you because I cared. And the strong will refuse to be broken.”
tensed as he drew closer, ready to dodge away if he even tried to touch
her. “Sometimes even the strong people can’t help being broken if
people chip away at them enough. And did you really care? Or did you
just want me to become like you?’
Her father spread his arms wide
in an almost pleading gesture. “What would be so bad about being like
me, Mikayla? I have power, riches, influence, anything you could name. I
am the epitome of success.”
Mikayla hesitated, searching for the
right words. “Power and riches are all well and good, but becoming like
you would mean doing things that are wrong. I don’t want to achieve what
you call success, only to lose what matters most.”
The ScanCard let out a quiet buzzing noise. Mikayla put her hand over it just in time to catch it as it popped from the port.
Her father frowned. “What was that?”
didn’t answer. Moving as fast as she could, she shoved the ScanCard in
her pocket and dashed to the door. Like a charge from a pistol, her
father was there in front of her, blocking her path. “You sound like
your mother, Mikayla. She was a lovely woman, and her ideas were sweet,
but she’s gone now, and you and I aren’t.” He grasped her arm and met
her gaze once more. “I can see you’ve inherited my powers after all.
Face it. You’re already becoming just like me.”
Mikayla dropped her gaze, unable to meet her father’s eyes. Is he right? Does having his powers mean I’ll be just like him? She searched her mind for something, anything, that would prove him wrong. What if he’s not wrong? I’ve hurt people before. Hurt them recently.
Since those powers had shown up, she’d caused more than a few broken
bones by hitting people too hard. That was why she’d tried to avoid
That’s it. Realization lit up her mind like an electric light. I try not to. I have a choice.
She looked up and met her father’s gaze squarely. “Maybe I have your
powers. But I have made my choice, and I will never become like you.”
She pulled away, trying to wrench free.
His grip tightened.
“Perhaps that is your choice now, Mikayla, but you are not leaving, and
you may well change your mind after spending some time with me.”
not staying, and I’m not changing my mind.” Mikayla jerked harder, but
couldn’t get free. She tried kicking his leg, but her foot seemed to
stop a few inches from him. An idea suddenly struck her, and she pulled
her pistol from its holster.
Her father made a grab for her arm,
but she dodged away just in time. She slid the power switch to the
highest level and pointed it at the door. She pressed the trigger and
then had to avoid another attempt by her father to grab her weapon. She
aimed and shot twice more in quick succession, dodged a third time, and
pulled the trigger one last time. This time the charge hit the lock and
the door, with nothing to hold it shut, slid open.
Just as she’d
guessed, the sound of the door opening caused her father to turn and
look. As he did, his grip relaxed just slightly, allowing her to jerk
free. She tore out the door and down the hall, back towards where she’d
left Raven. When she reached the hallway, however, it was empty of
everyone, even the guards. She hesitated, but knew that she couldn’t
afford to stop. She could hear her father behind her, chasing her. There
was no time to spare. Maybe she got out already. Even if the Shadow Agent hadn’t, though, Mikayla wouldn’t squander the sacrifice she’d made.
ran through the halls as fast as she could, dodging around any guards
she came across. She knew instinctively that she’d have to blast open
the lock on the staircase and she didn’t dare expend more than she
absolutely needed of the energy still in the pistol’s powerpack. After
all, she had no idea how many more of the high-powered shots it would be
able to manage.
She reached the stairs and took the lock out on
her second shot. The stairs forced her to slow down slightly, though her
father seemed to have no such issue. He seemed to gain a little with
every step. She pushed herself harder, trying to urge her legs to still
greater speeds, though she felt certain that she was going as fast as
she could, and that she would collapse before long. Please, God. I
don’t think I have the strength for this. Please help me. I don’t have
any other options or plans. You’re my only hope.
she heard no answer, but she found that she wasn’t as close to collapse
as she thought. Every time she thought she could go no further, she
found a little more strength, a little more energy to keep going. And
though her father wasn’t falling behind, he didn’t seem to be catching
up with her either. She ran up, up, up until she reached the very top of
the stairs. There she fairly threw herself at the door. It opened, and
she dashed out into the halls-
Straight into the path of a guard.
She barely had time to avoid running straight into him, but she dodged
at the very last moment. She heard him turn and begin shooting after
her; felt the burn as one shot hit her left upper arm. But she didn’t
stop. She knew her father would be hot on her heels.
whizzing by her stopped, and she guessed that her father had passed the
guard. Good. She made a sharp right turn, dodged another guard, and
turned left. This hallway had two guards in it. She dodged one, but the
second managed to grab her by the arm. She didn’t hesitate a moment
before kicking him in the leg as hard as she could. He groaned and
released, and she charged on. Another left turn and she knew she was
almost there. Only one more right turn to make and a short hallway. Then
she’d be at the door, out the door, safe.
She spotted three
people moving towards her from the other hall. Two ran at normal speeds;
they could be no one but guards. The third moved far too fast to be a
guard. Father. He must’ve gone the other way. He’ll cut me off! She strained to put on one last burst of speed. God, please, help!
made it to the turn only seconds before her father. She felt his
fingers brush her arm as he made a grab for her and missed. But she was
in the home stretch now; she could see the door before her. She aimed
and shot with her pistol once and again, shattering the lock keeping the
doors shut. The guards turned in surprise, but she shot past them and
towards the shadows where she and the rest of her team had crouched
From those shadows, she saw the lights of charge pistols.
The sounds of people tumbling to the ground behind her mixed with the
footsteps of her pursuers, and had she not been saving all her breath
for running, she would’ve sighed in relief. At least two other members
of her team had gotten out, at least.
She reached the shadows to
find Blade and Hawk waiting for her. Another man, who she recognized as
Darius Antollae, sat behind him. She frowned. “Where’s Raven?”
didn’t make it out,” Hawk said, quietly. He lowered his pistol and
tucked it in his holster. “Come on. Blade made an emergency call. The
Shadowcopter is coming in close.” He turned and led the way into the
Mikayla headed after him with a heavy heart, and she heard Darius Antollae and Blade following as well, Blade’s pistol zinging
every few minutes as he continued to discourage any would-be pursuers.
It seemed to take no time at all for them to reach the Shadowcopter.
They climbed in silently and the copter lifted off, headed back to
headquarters. Mikayla stared out the window, back towards the
Brotherhood headquarters. She thought back to Raven and her excitement
at the mission, at how fearlessly she’d faced down the challenges, and
how willingly she’d stayed behind, alone, doubtless knowing that it
could mean her death.
Mikayla bowed her head. God, I thank you
for getting us out alive. I thank you for helping me through this
mission. And I thank you for Raven and her sacrifice. I ask, God, that
when it’s my turn to face death, that You would help me do it as bravely
as she did. Help me be willing to lay my life down for others, just
like Raven did, and just like Your Son, Jesus Christ, did. Amen.