The Artificial Angels Project

Scene 1

The Gangi Consulate, a large overgrown mosque with white walls and spiraling towers shooting to the heavens, stood in the middle of a large valley of sand and waterless ground, and before a mountain range that stood far in the horizon. A green, lush garden lay before the walls of the Consulate, the only sign of life in the valley desert. Smaller buildings with the similar mosque egg-shaped roofs stood before the Gangi Consulate and surrounded the wide light-gray cemented road heading a mile out to the entrance of the land.

Soldiers, dressed in dark gray uniforms, and heavily armed, guarded the entrances of both the property and the consulate. Mp5 submachine guns were held at their sides and berretta handguns were holstered at their waists. They looked like terrorists about to storm the building, but they were Gangi soldiers, sworn to protect all Gangi citizens.

A group of tall, slim, beautiful women, all dressed in white-collared dress shirts, black skirts and black high heels, walked up the inclined walkway, under the main arch of the Consulate building. All eight of the women, holding onto brief cases and clipboards then walked through two large glass entrance doors that automatically slid open before them. They passed four security guards at the front and into the marble lobby with intricate symbols and designs on the floor and complex architectural sculpting on the pillars and ceilings. The women passed the large reception desk and walked towards the left hallway corridor. They all conversed as they strolled down the long hallway of marble. Up ahead was another corridor leading to the left. The group entered the hallway and continued on their way, but one of the uniformed young women walked back and set her back against the wall, looking around deviously.

She had long brown hair and golden brown eyes with the face of a young teenage girl, but the expression of old soldier. The young woman held onto a thick aluminum clipboard with a storage compartment on the bottom. She held the clipboard to her chest as she looked around. She then ran from one side of the open hallway to the other. Looking back and seeing no one there, she sprinted down the hall not taken by the women.

Following the hallway, a moment later, the young lady approached a metal door on the right side of the corridor. It was an automatic sliding door with a red light above the door and a key card panel on the right. The girl pulled out a card and swiped it down the card reader. The red light above the door flashed to green and the door slowly opened to the side. The girl smiled and entered the dark room.

It was a small dark room. The automatic door closed behind her and then another door open in front of her to reveal a large metal room, illuminated with red lights. The girl took one step in and breathed out, seeing her own breath before her.

“It’s a giant refrigerator,” she said rhetorically and proceeded in.

Large rectangular refrigerators with glass doors walled the room as well as lain out to make eight aisles. The girl eyed the first label on a door of the front aisle. She then lifted her clipboard and read the words on the single sheet of paper. She then walked further into the room and began to search the refrigerators. Walking passed six aisles and entering aisle seven, the girl approached one refrigerator marked with the number "7." She opened the glass door and saw several racks of trays with inch and a half vials. She eyed one tray, which was unmarked, containing a blue liquid matter. The girl reached for the tray, holding the dozen vials, and pulled it out. She opened her clipboard to reveal the storage compartment, which inside had a rack to hold twelve small glass vials. Working quickly, the girl placed all the vials into the clipboard and then pushed the tray back into place and closed the door. She then quickly walked to the door and stepped out.

The girl sighed with content as the metal door slid closed behind her. She then began to walk down the hall, towards the exit. She walked casually, as not to draw attention to herself. She continued to walk down the hall, holding her clipboard before her stomach when up ahead were two security guards walking towards her. The girl looked down, not making eye contact with the two men and eventually the two parties passed one another. The girl breathed out with a sigh.

“Hey!” one of the security guards said, turning around and following the girl.

“Stop right there, Miss!” cried the other guard.

The girl slowly stopped, curling her upper lip and made a face of distress.

The guards then approached the girl and stopped before her.

“Miss Towa requested all Towa Associates to meet in the multi-purpose room,” the first guard said.

The girl slowly turned around to face the guards. “Oh!” she cried. “Did she?”

The guards studied her.

“Well, I actually don’t know where the multi-purpose room is. I’m new and don’t know my way around,’ she said innocently.

“You’re new?” the second guard asked. “Do you have your identification card on you?” he asked.

The girl glared at the guards but slowly turned around. “My identification card?” she asked as she began to act to look for a card. “Of course, now where did I put it?” she asked herself, looking around the hall, her eyes searching quickly.

The guards slowly became suspicious of the girl’s actions. “Miss, your card, please,” the first guard said, extending his hand.

The girl gripped her aluminum clipboard tightly and looked to the side. “Oh! Here it is!” she cried.

The guards then eased down, but suddenly, the girl hurl around, striking the aluminum clipboard across the two guards’ faces, knocking them to the ground. The girl then flung around and ran down the hall.

The guards slowly got up, their heads rattled and faces bruised and cut. One of the men then pulled out his radio and drew it to his swollen lips.

“This is S-23, we have a 10-80 on ground level, east wing! Repeat, 10-80!” he cried.

As the girl ran down the hall, a loud, pulsating alarm sound began to sound and yellow lights flickers from the high off the ceilings. She ground her teeth and ran faster. Innocent people in the hall noticed this girl running towards them and quickly and fearfully dodged out of the way.

The girl sighed in relief, reaching the end of the hall and where the outside light shone through. Approaching the lobby, a group of security guards ran before the doors to block the exits. A steel gated door then began to slowly retract from the ceiling before the main glass doors of the Consulate.

The girl saw this and gasped in fear, but continued to run towards the door. As she neared the band of security guards, she lunged at them, punching and kicking her way though, and using her aluminum clipboard as a weapon. One by one, the guards fell down behind her. The girl then jumped at the door, busting out just as the gate clamped down. The girl rolled onto the ground, but quickly caught balance to push herself upright. She then turned around, motioned a saluted wave to the security guards and took off running. As she ran, she began to strip off the black and white uniform to reveal a school uniform underneath, consisting of a dark gray sweater vest, a white long sleeved collared shirt, and a dark gray pleated skirt. The girl dropped the uniform with a laugh and a skip in her sprint.

The girl slowly pulled out an earpiece from her pocket and placed a tiny microphone to her lips. “This is Ima,” she said out of breath, “mission accomplished.”