Escape

“Hah!” Bernicia opened her eyes. They had been fighting Kisha, and then they… oh, yeah. They’d lost.

She tried to get up, only to bump into a glass ceiling. Hey, the sides were made of glass, too. But her container as a whole was tiny, only big enough to sit in.

She could also see a clock. It read 0922.

Morning, huh… no wonder she felt stiff.

“Ahh, signs of life,” someone said. “Let’s see which one it is.”

A thin, emaciated face with stringy brown hair appeared in front of her. “I see,” he grinned. “Biotool 683-I, was it? Bernicia Imran, for short.”

“Another one,” Bernicia muttered. The man had the same silver battle armor as that other lady who beat them up…

“Oh, who am I? Glad you asked,” the man replied. “I am Crano Mathis, Armored Executive of Metacorps and chief of biotool management and affairs. And that means you lot… are under my double jurisdiction.”

“Weirdo,” Bernicia said.