Darkness

Silent darkness greeted Eta when she aroused from a drug induced stupor. At least, that's what she assumed as she was coming to, based on the physical affects to her mind and body... she must have relapsed again, and blacked out... "I wonder what bedroom I've wondered into this time..." she thought to herself. Eta's muscles were sore and she felt the hard surface underneath her, it must have been a kitchen floor, maybe hard wood? It was warm, maybe stuffy even. It all felt very familiar. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, afraid of what situation she'd find herself in, what chain of events that she didn't remember had brought her to this hard floor.



As she squinted, she saw simply low purplish light... black light. It must have been one of "those" parties... But as the fog cleared she found the resolve to sit up and find her bearings and look around. Something didn't set right. As her mind focused; her attention became keenly aware that nothing was right. This was no frat house, and she wasn't in college anymore. That girl has been dead for many decades, and forgotten, nearly. She is "Lt Col Nadine Etaine Romanakov, USAF". She was known simply as "Eta" to her friends and close colleagues. Pronounced "Eh'-tuh", she'd had to be deliberate in her pronunciation with a recent newbie. He was probably trying to get to her because of her odd accent, but it had worked.



You don't get into the military as a female, into a special, top secret, co-ed combat and undercover unit none the less, without being a bit fiesty. Of course the Irish and Romanian heritage didn't hurt either. First generation US born American in either family line. Born to two parents fleeing persecution in their respective homelands. It's not easy having an Irish/Romanian/Texan accent either. Both her parents accents had rubbed off on her as she'd been home schooled for the first part of her life never staying in one spot under federal/international witness protection, and when that was over they had to move her to a state where she'd stick out like a sore thumb. When she did enter school in the ninth grade she got into more than her fair share of fights. She was about as tough as they come, her parents made sure of it.



Drawing her attention back to the situation at hand her training kicked in and she began to assess. There were a large series of ultra violet LED lights above, like deep purple stars. The ceiling was high, too high to reach, and they provided very little light, but it was enough to make out the room, it wasn't very big, square, maybe twenty feet. She realized that her clothes had been changed and she was wearing something akin to a leotard or bicycle suit. She couldn't be sure in this lighting, but it appeared to be black with white trim, which in this light glowed off her arms, legs, and body. She felt like Tron for a moment.



Eta scanned the room, no doors, windows, no escape. Only flat walls, she now realized were metal, painted matte black as far as she could tell. In the center of the room was a black table and one box. The white tape glowed around the black cardboard and drew her attention as the only other thing in the room besides her that was giving off any glow. She approached carefully and opened the box, assuming this must be the next step in whatever weird situation she'd found herself. They said training would involve untried methods. Maybe this was a training center and this was her next assignment. "Escape the box with no escape"... well, maybe she wasn't as good at catchy mission names as she was with a weapon in combat.



When Eta opened the box all she found were two plastic bags. Inside one was a black iPhone, the other ear buds. She turned it on.



It booted silently...







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