The doors hisses open to reveal a blank white hallway and five guns pointed in their direction. At this point, Amy has lost the ability to be surprised.
"Hands in the air!" One of the soldiers barks.
Natsuki raises her hands slowly. Now that the battle is over and the adrenaline is fading, she becomes acutely aware of the pain in her hand.
Amy glares weakly at them, but shakily raises her hands. At this point, they are covered with blood and she is getting rather lightheaded.
The soldier is about to gun them down, but hears something over his earpiece. He touches a finger to it, listening to his new orders.
Amy waits. There's not much else she can do.
He is visibly agitated by what he hears. "But I could shoot them right now! The ritual would be complete!" He is silent for a moment, clearly being admonished by whomever he is speaking to, before sighing. "Are you sure about this?"
Amy glances at Natsuki. It doesn't sound like he's going to kill them. Having a huge gun aimed at her face is more than enough reason to be afraid, but somehow, she's not. This feels much less real than the fight for their lives that had only just ended.
Natsuki looks back at Amy, then back at the soldier with the gun. She wants to make a break for it, but knows that even if she wouldn't be able to get on her feet in time, much less run or fight anyone off with an injured hand.
The soldier looks at the two of them, clearly not happy. "Get up." He gestures with his gun.
Natsuki stands up. She's not sure if she's trembling from the exhaustion or the fear, but either way she can't seem to stop. "What's going on?" She asks faintly.
Amy does not stand up.
"I said, get up."
Amy still does not get up. As a matter of fact, she can't get up- stomach wounds are inconvenient that way. She's not quite sure how to articulate this to the soldier in a way that he won't shoot her.
Luckily for Amy, Natsuki does know how to tell the guard. And she does, loudly. "She's just been stabbed, you arrogant-" (What follows is a rather creative choice of words that Natsuki didn't even know she knew.)
"Good." He growls. "Maybe she'll bleed out on the way there and spare us all the trouble."
Natsuki gapes at him, at a loss for words.
The soldier grabs Amy by the shoulder and hauls her to her feet.
Her body protests, but there's not much she can do about it. The instant he lets her go, she collapses on Natsuki for support.
Natsuki isn't a very good support, but she does her best.
The soldier gestures with his gun, directing them down the hallway to their right. He follows behind them.
Natsuki moves down the hallway, trying her best not to let Amy fall.
Amy is trying her best to help Natsuki out by not falling. Every breath she takes is agony and she's not sure if she can make it much farther.
They turn a corner and the guard opens a door. On the other side is a room full of computers, screens, and frantic-looking people in lab coats. In the center of the room, sitting in a chair with her back to them, is a woman with perfectly-styled brown hair and a charcoal-gray suit. The chair slowly turns around. The woman looks at them with cold, impassive eyes.
"Hello," She says.
Amy can't hold herself up any more. She crumples to the ground, barely holding onto consciousness.
Natsuki glares at her. "What," she asks, "the hell is going on?" In the course of less than an hour, one of her friends has been killed, her two of the others are missing, her hand has been stabbed, and her other friend (or is it girlfriend, now?) is bleeding out on the floor.