Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Amber got her.
Emily lowered the weapon and declared, her voice carrying clearly through the shock, “Anyone who deals with the billionaires of Fortress four will be considered to have committed treason. They will be an enemy of Kingsbridge, and they will pay the price. This was a warning. Do not make me squeeze the life out of this town.”

And if you are thinking of moving, I advise you to think twice. I have been to Ferry Island, and it is field with thieves and beggars. Vicente recently led an execution through the town. Their streets are stained with more blood than what has been shed here.

As for Fortress four, it was attacked by watchers and flying serpents and other beasts today. They have enemies that are stronger and more deadly than me. Slaughter is all that is waiting for you there.” She gestured to Dr. Ramesh. “Now line up and tell Ramesh everything you saw and heard while you were over there.

If you leave out anything, you will suffer the same fate as your servants.”

She dropped the gun and spread her arms out. The air vibrated and windows rattled.

The people fell in line. Nobody doubted that she would do as she threatened. Emily Stafford was crazy enough to burn a building in which she stood, as long as she took out everyone and everything in it down with her.

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Amber had run out of patience. Vicente’s sweep through the town in search for Fifi and Moon had nearly cost her the opportunity to move to Fortress four. Luckily, Fifi had not been found.

Things in the town had cooled down a bit. People were sure that none of the wanted women were in the town, especially as Vicente and his people had not found any trace of them.

But Amber had not doubted her instincts. She continued to search on her own and the trail finally led her to an abandoned orphanage at the edge of the town. Its walls were stained with mildew, windows shattered and doors sagging. Beyond it lay the permanent mist, hissing like a living thing. The deadly mist which devoured most of those who were foolish enough to wander inside.

With the exception of Vicente and a special group of superhumans, others did not dare to approach the mist.

Amber chuckled. No wonder Fifi had been hard to capture; she was hiding right under Vicente’s nose. In the one place that people were too afraid to go.

She had watched the orphanage for two days and finally caught a glimpse of Fifi. Tonight, while the town slept, she intended to capture Fifi. She had brought along a gag, a rope, a knife, a sack and dry powder from some mushrooms that superhumans sold as as a sleeping drug.

Amber had covered her head and nostrils. Over her eyes, she had a pair of glasses which were not useful against the mist but none the less, she wanted to protect her eyes.

The reason she had chosen this night was because Vicente was holding a meeting with all superhumans. So, nobody would be watching this place closely.

She crawled on her knees, glancing around like a thief. Stones pressed into her palms and knees, but she did not pause to wince or cry out. The orphanage soon loomed, its doorway had two holes at the bottom and top that yawned like a mouth.

Amber crept in through the hole in the bottom. Inside, the air was damp and heavy. The smell of the mist clung to the walls heavily.

Not one living thing was in sight.

Slowly, Amber searched the downstairs rooms. In one, she covered her mouth to stifle a scream when she discovered the bodies of children and adults, thrown carelessly.

She climbed the stairs, each creak echoing. Her heart thudded because she had a feeling the creaking had already given her away. But there was no chance to retreat. Who knew if she would get another chance?

At the end of the hall, a faint glow spilled from one of the rooms. Amber chose that room and she kicked the door open before squatting down quickly. Just in time to avoid being stabbed by a knife that Fifi threw out.

Amber looked up, eyes brushing over the eye patch that covered on of Fifi’s eyes. They also brushed over the flash of another hunting knife that Fifi was gripping in her right hand. “Hey Aunt Fifi, its me.” She said quickly.

Fifi paused.

That pause was all Amber needed. She flung the mushroom powder in the air and tased Fifi in the side of her belly. The knife Fifi was holding fell to the ground, as did the woman.

Amber’s hand shook because she had never done anything like this in her life. But she forced herself steady. First, she looked up close at the unconscious Fifi, ascertaining that it was her, indeed.

Then, she put the gag in the woman’s mouth and bound her wrists and ankles. She dragged her out of the room, pausing when another door opened and a few children stepped out. They were clearly malnourished, eyes gaunt and faces pale. They all looked sick.

“Are you the kids she stole from Westbrook?” She asked.

One nodded.

Amber sighed. On one hand, taking them would slow her down. But on the other, she would be welcomed even more if she took them back. She could score some good guy points.

“Let’s go. I am taking you home.” She told them.

The kids looked uncertain, like they needed assurances. But Amber did not have such time. Whether they stayed or followed her was up to them. She dragged Fifi down the stairs, through the dust, stones and rot. The children followed her, four of them in total.

They knew enough to be quiet.

Amber shoved Fifi into the trunk of an old car she had parked not too far. She covered her with blankets and tased her again. As a second thought, she took the gag out of her mouth and shoved some mushroom powder down her throat. Then, she gagged the unconscious Fifi again.

After shutting the trunk, she placed her hand down for a moment and took a deep ragged breath. She had done it. She had Fifi Quinn.

But the capture was only half the battle. Now, she needed to get her family, and they could high tail it out of the town. She couldn’t leave them behind.

She got the children into the car and returned to home. Home, which was a bunker that was now mostly empty. A place she had come to resent because while her ex-husband lived in a clean fortress with their babysitter, she lived in a stinky town controlled by a lunatic with a poisonous mouth. Her two children collected scrap, and her husband worked late night shifts in Vicente’s mutated herb factory, and they survived on rationed grain and stale water.

But all that would end now.