MMEP Part 6 - Traitor

This part is in Bandit 3rd Person P.O.V

Bandit opened Clara's door just a crack to check up on her. Asleep, with the book closed facedown on the couch. Sighing, she shut the door. There was no telling whether or not the other girl had actually read the chapter, but she decided to simply leave her alone for now. Clara would need some sleep for the plan to procceed. Shutting the door softly, Bandit turned around on her heels and walked down the catwalk hanging over the execution pit, barely making a sound despite her hard soled leather boots.

While she made her way to the meeting room that had been dedicated to gatherings focused on opposing the MMEP, she let her thoughts bounce back and forth in her mind. What the HC were doing to Clara, making her do to Clara, was wrong. Kidnapping her, torturing her, then lying to her about her parents, the course of history, the reason for the war... it was all wrong, and she felt fire ants of a guilty conscience crawling down her throat, but she swallowed them back. This was all for the good of humanity, for her, for Clara, for their friends, everyone.

If the sickness from the diseased chemicals the MMEP were using spread, or worse, started affecting humans more seriously, the world would be at risk of catastrophe. Clara had the very worse variant of the disease, so she had to be distanced from the other survivors and contained by the HC. According to the higher-ups, the bombing had been neccessary, for reasons Bandit was not informed of, although her imagination didn't stretch far enough to come up with reasons why.

Smiling slightly, Bandit quickened her pace. The doctors were working on a cure, and soon, everything would be fine. It would take a bit of time, but she'd earn back her friends' trust, starting with Clara. Clark, Baird, and Sasha would be quick to follow. Brendan, however, she rather disliked. How could he double cross the Heroes' Corporation knowing that everything they did was to save humanity, no matter how callous the methods may be? But she was a fairly forgiving person, and he otherwise seemed like an okay person, so she would tolerate him. Filled with hopes of a happy new life in the city with her friends, she walked over to the meeting room door, turning the knob and pushing. Just a few more weeks and her dreams would be-

With a soft gasp, Bandit backed away from the opened doorway, eyes wide. There, in front of the chairwoman of the HC, her friends were tied up and forced on their knees, each with a gun pointed at their head. In the short moment she took to process what was happening, someone had crept up behind her, and she could feel a cold circle of metal on her temple.

"What-" she stuttered, "What's happening- Why-"

"Now, now, Bandit," the chairwoman, Ms. Cynthia, smiled condescendingly, "calm down, dear. Remember we're curing the sickness?"

Unable to force herself to speak out of fear, the girl nodded slightly. Ms. Cynthia's smile widened as she waved the guard threatening Bandit away, "Good. This is just another step in the plan, alright? You don't even have to do much, I'll take things from here. You've done very well so far."

Terrified, Bandit stared at her friends, swallowing. Remembering their many non-verbal communication methods, she blinked to them in morse code as quickly as she could, Are you okay? What's happen- She stopped when Sasha, who had been the only one looking at her since she walked in, adverted her gaze, glaring at the floor. Traitor, she mouthed. The single word, not even spoken out loud, drove a spear through Bandit's chest. Hurt, she blinked away the tears starting to well up in her eyes. She had done this for them, to help them, to help everyone...

Right?