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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [26/26]
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26. Capture

Michael awoke to find his arms and legs removed, and suspended by two rubber
straps in a large and emtpy room with high ceilings. His entire chest had
been removed, and looking down he could see a myriad of wires connected to
various components which all fed into a terminal on a mobile cart which was
in front of him.

Across the room, he could see Chip and Becky lying on two tables.

``Help!'' he cried out. He wasn't sure how, but he was relieved that his old
voice was now back. ``Help!'' he called out, again.

No one responded.

Servos in his shoulders and hips whirred at his futile attempts to try to
move.

Michael lowered his head and closed his eyes.

He must have drifted off to sleep because he didn't hear the footsteps of a
lone female Air Force Sargeant entering the room.

Quietly, she walked up to him and carefully peeked inside his chest at the
lights and switches inside him. She stepped to his side and knelt down
looking at his long shaft and balls which hung several inches below.

``You out did yourself this time, Jonas,'' she said softly, as she gently
grasped his penis and lifted it up. This startled Michael who quickly opened
his eyes and lifted up his head.

``What the...'' he said as he looked at her.

``Oh my God!'' the Sargeant replied quickly coming to her feet. ``You're
awake!''

``Who are you?'' Michael asked.

``Sargeant Roth,'' she said. ``Claire Roth.''

``What are you going to do to me?'' he asked.

``General Hammond is flying down here from Washington.'' she said, gently
stroking his face. ``He's going to be here in two hours. I'm going to break
you out.''

``Why should I trust you?''

``Because I've read your file, and I'm the only one you've got.''

She went on to explain that even after his project was scrubbed, there were
some in Washington who were itching to revive it. He was destined to be
shipped back to Washington, where he'd be systematically disassembled and
used as a blue-print for making more.

Washington scientists were also eager at the discovery of Chip and Becky to
have two additional prototypes to work from as well.

``Where are we?'' he asked her.

``You're at Dobbins.''

Dobbins Air Force Base was located in north-west Atlanta not too far from
where he was hiding out in Marietta.

``And how do you plan to get me out of here?''

``You're going to fly out.''

``There's only one problem,'' he replied. ``I don't know how to fly.''

Walking over to the terminal, Sargeant Roth keyed in some commands on the
keyboard. ``Your original programming is in here, it was flown in when we
discovered where you were.'' she said. ``You know how to fly now.''

He felt no different, but Sargeant Roth had transferred to him complete
knowledge on how to fly a plane.

``I'll be right back, we don't have much time.'' she said.

``Wait!'' he exclaimed. ``Please reactivate Chip and Becky before you go.''

``How do I do that? They're different from you.''

``Press their temples to release the top of their skull.'' he instructed.
``There should be a reset switch which you can depress.''

She quickly walked over to the other two androids and did as he instructed,
and ran out of the room.

Several minutes later Chip and Becky rebooted and both sat upright on the
table and looked around.

``Michael!'' Becky cried out as she ran over to him.

Elsewhere in the city, Danny and Matthew came over to Shane's house only to
find that the three droids had been abducted.

Sitting on Shane's couch crying, Julie listened as everyone around her tried
to come up with a plan to save them.

``We need to bust them out,'' David said, to no one in particular.

``You moron, we don't even know where they are.'' replied John.

``What we need is a lawyer.'' said Shane.

``Why don't we go back to CNN and offer them an exclusive if they'll help
us.'' asked Matthew.

``What are you talking about, Matt?'' asked Danny.

``You know, they can put us on the air, we can plead to everyone!''

``How do we know they weren't the one's who sent the feds after him to begin
with?''

``Because my next-door neighbor is a cameraman for them, and I never got the
impression they work like that.''

Meanwhile, back at the Air Force base, Sargeant Roth returned wearing a
flight-suit, and carrying three more. ``Put these on,'' she said as she set
them down on a table.

``Excuse me, but I think that's going to be a problem.'' Michael said,
looking down at his dismembered body.

``Here,'' Chip replied, picking up one of his limbs which were set on a
table behind him. He placed Michael's left arm into its socket and turned it
until it latched in place.

Flexing his hand, Michael grabbed his other arm from Chip and inserted it
into its other socket while Chip attached both of his legs.

Michael stood up and pulled himself up and out of the rubber suspension and
quickly got into the suit.

Completely dressed, the three androids ran out and followed Sgt. Roth out
the door and found themselves on the base's tarmac. Several feet away was an
Air Force C-21 transport jet.

The four remained unnoticed as they casually walked across the tarmac until
an observant Air Force SP called out to the unrecognized individuals.

``Stop!'' he yelled to them. ``What are you doing?''

Sgt. Roth began to run, and called out for everyone to follow her.
``Hurry!''

As everyone ran towards the plane, Michael could hear the SP call out on his
radio, ``Signal 21! East tarmac! Need backup!''

Sgt. Roth quickly opened the door to the plane and extended the stairs as
everyone quickly boarded. Michael got into the cockpit and began running
through the plane's checklist as Sgt. Roth secure the plane and closed the
door.

Suddenly, swarms of officers and airmen surrounded the plane and drew their
firearms.

``Hurry up!'' Sgt. Roth yelled to Michael, and Chip and Becky each took
seats in the first row.

Michael got the engines started and revved them up to 20% power as several
SPs were pounding on the door trying to get it open.

With the plane's parking brake still set, Michael revved the jet engines up
to 50% power. With good common-sense, the airmen who had been standing in
front of the plane moved out of the way as Michael released the plane's
brake and it lurched forward.

Sgt. Roth moved into the cockpit and sat down in the co-pilot's seat as she
and Michael watched the the runway speed quickly under them. Increasing the
engine's power to 80%, he adjusted the flaps and pulled back on the plane's
yoke as it took off into the air.

Michael programmed the auto-pilot for a 270 degree heading as the pleane
headed due-west at 10,000 feet.

By this time, Dobbins Air Force Base as well as other nearby bases had
scrambled jets which were not far behind them in thier pursuit. Air Force
F-16 jet fighters could travel consideranetbly faster than the twin-jet C-21
which the four had stolen.

Michael unbuckled himself from his seat and walked back to the cabin. The
plane, being on auto-pilot, would sustain itself on the pre-programmed
altitude and heading for quite some time.

``Ok,'' he said, sitting down next to Sgt. Roth who was facing Chip and
Becky. ``Care to tell me how we're getting out of here?''

Sgt. Roth got up and walked to a storage locker which was between the
plane's cockpit and cabin and pulled out three duffle bags. She pulled out
the fourth and tossed it to Michael, who quickly opened it.

``We're jumping?!'' Michael said, as he pulled out the parachute.

``Can you think of any other way?''

For the next several minutes, no one said anything as they stared at
each-other, contemplating their options. The high pitched whirr of the
jet-engines drowned everyone's thoughts when a loud beep was suddenly heard
coming from the cockpit.

Michael jumped up and ran into the cockpit to see what was going on. Beeps
in planes, especially when the plane was on auto-pilot, was never a good
sign.

As he sat down in the pilot's seat to examine where the noise was coming
from, he could hear the noise of radio communication coming from the
headseat. Curious as to what was happening, everyone quickly followed.

``Air Force tango-romeo two-niner, adjust your heading to one-eight-zero and
return to base. Over.'' he heard as he turned on the radio's speaker.

``Who is it?'' Becky asked.

``Them!'' Chip remarked, pointing out the window as the squadron of jets
which flew by the plane and quickly surrounded it.

``Air Force tango-romeo two-niner, comply or we will be forced to shoot you
down!''

``Don't worry,'' Roth said, putting her hand on his shoulder. ``They won't
shoot you down over populated areas, and besides, they'd destroy $3 billion
worth of development.''

``I cost three-billion dollars?'' Michael asked, somewhat surprised.

``No, actually you cost $15 million in parts, the rest was spent on research
and develeopment.''

``How do you know all this?'' Michael asked.

``Let's just say I have a unique perspective.''

``Tango-romeo, two-niner: return to base or we will shoot you down!''

Sgt. Roth jumped to her feet and ran to the back of the airplane. ``Hurry,
let's go!'' she instructed.

Michael, Chip, and Becky followed her to the aft section of the plane.

``Put these on,'' she said, handing everyone a parachute.

As Michael, Chip, and Becky tightened the straps to their respective
parachutes, Sgt. Roth opened the rear door to the plane, which immediately
flew inward at being exposed to the pressure gradient of the now
unpressurized plane.

``On the count of five, jump out.'' Roth instructed, having to yell over the
loud sounds of the rushing wind. ``After five seconds, pull on the yellow
rip-cord which will open up the parachute and slow your descent.''

``I don't think this is a very good idea,'' Becky cried out.

``This isn't a good idea, at all.'' yelled Chip.

``Ready?'' asked Roth.

Everyone nodded.

``One!'' Roth yelled. ``Two! Three! Four! Five!''

Roth jumped out first, quickly followed by the androids, and as instructed
each android pulled on their respective yellow rip-cords ufurling their
parachutes behind them.

The then four quietly descended to Earth, which took several seconds.

Close to ground however, Michael was the first to realize something was
wrong with Sgt. Roth since he saw her frantically pulling on the cords
trying to adjust her landing. Roth was having difficulty steering her
descent as the four were caught in strong winds.

Fifty-feet off the ground, Roth's body impacted high-voltage tension
power-lines which carried over 100,000 volts of electricity on uninsulated
wires.

She said nothing as her body's impact with the wires caused massive sparks,
and a giant blue ball of fire to erupt all around her. Severed as a result
of the flames, Roth's body fell fifty feet to the ground where the remaining
three saw her lifeless body lay as their feet touched down on the ground.

Quickly, Michael unbuckled the straps which held the parachute on him and he
quickly ran to Roth's aid.

He was stunned as he approached her and saw her upper chest exposed; part of
her jumpsuit burned off from the fire.

Amidst smoldering fabric, was charred material, and a gaping hole at her
sternum revealing a maze of smoking wires.

``She's a...'' Chip said, as he ran up behind Michael and caught a glimpse
of her charred and disfigured body.

``An android.'' he said softly.

About this document ...

the Michael Collins Anthology

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