Captive - Part 2

Mia grabbed his wrist and twisted it, forcing his arm behind her back. She pushed him against the wall, and heard a cracking noise from his bony Turian head. There was a howl of pain, but she ignored it, grabbing her shotgun's handle and pulling it away from his armour. It folded to its full length in her hands.
"You need a refund," she said, and shot him in the head.
She took his security card from his belt and applied it to the door's locking mechanism. The door hissed open and slid to the side.
Mia stepped out into the corridor, holding her shotgun effortlessly in her hands.
She shot a guard, the rounds tearing through his shields and peppering his chest full of holes. There was a splash of blood and he fell to the floor.
She stole his shield generator and fastened it to her environment suit. Mia also took some thermal clips so she was able to reload her shotgun, a vicious looking serrated knife and the guard's Omni-tool.
She had all equipment apart from her suit permanently taken away from her on the first day, so having them back was a relief. She was armed now. And she was dangerous. She'd either escape from the base or die trying.
Mia ran the length of a corridor and navigated her way towards the security room. She'd have to deactivate all the security before she escaped; the alarm could go off at any moment, and she wasn't going to take any chances.
She flattened herself against a wall, after hearing the sound of two people talking.
"Hey Travis, there's a shipment of red sand coming in today. We can get high off our heads and have some fun in the process! What do you think?"
"Sounds good, mate. Sounds good. I just have to go and check on the security of Block B. I'll be back in a moment."
There was the sound of footsteps moving towards her, before a guard wearing armour came into view. His eyes widened beneath his open-face helmet upon seeing her with Nar'Mia, but he didn't have time to signal his friend. She jabbed the knife into his jugular. He made a gurgling noise and she lowered him to the floor, pulling the knife out of his neck. There was a wet noise and her blade came out stained crimson. A pool of blood began forming around the guard's body, as she moved around the corner and towards the second.
She returned the knife to her belt as she walked up to the remaining guard with her shotgun hidden behind her back.
"Hey, Mia," said the guard, "What is he having you do now, you stupid bitch?"
She swallowed, as if she was nervous, "He's wanting me to go to the security control room. He has something he wants me to pick up."
The guard stepped out of her way and tapped on the security panel, opening the door in front of her. It unlocked by twisting in a large circle and hissing open. She took a step towards the door.
"Mia," said the guard, "Wait."
This time she did actually swallow. The guard had a Harrier rifle, which was the most popular gun used by Cerberus soldiers. It was an automatic variant on the Mattock, and did more damage round for round. She'd be dead before she could even turn, if the guard realised she had her shotgun on her. She couldn't shoot him, either. By the time she had pulled her shotgun so it was in front of her, he'd have been able to fire an entire magazine.
The guard moved so he was stood directly in front of her. She looked down at the ground.
He placed his hands on her hips and began checking the pockets of her suit for suspicious objects, she guessed, though his hands were in the wrong place.
"My pockets are around my stomach," she told him, "But don't worry, I'm not carrying anything."
She attached her shotgun to the back of her suit, and it folded up with a small beeping sound. She had to get her hands free so she could use her knife more effectively, instead of holding her shotgun behind her back. The guard was too transfixed with her hips to hear the noise, however.
Mia took a step forward into the guard, drawing her knife out of her belt in one fluid motion and sinking it into his gut.
The guard cried out, so she clamped her hand over his mouth and lowered him so he was sat against the wall, almost like he was asleep. She hit him in the head, once, with her fist. He slumped back against the wall, unconscious. He wasn't going to live very long with a wound like that, anyway. She drew her knife out of his stomach.
She walked through the door into the security room, drawing her shotgun again.
There were another three guards next to the control panel, what she needed to disable the alarms.
Mia walked in and shot each of them in turn, delivering a round to their chests one after the other. She swapped her thermal clips, then. She didn't want to run out of ammunition in the middle of a fight, after all.
Mia almost ran to the security terminal and activated it, opening up an orange holographic screen where the controls were. She stole the Omni-tool module from one of the people she had just killed, and fitted it on to her arm, pushing the button on the side. Her arm lit up with an orange glow around it.
She opened up the terminal control programme and tapped away at the small screen that had appeared on her arm. Moments later the terminal deactivated, with all the alarms shut off in the base. All lockdown procedures were also gotten rid of, as she couldn't take any chances. She shot the terminal with her shotgun to prevent anyone reactivating any of the systems.
Mia quickly checked the other programmes that the Omni-tool had. It had an Incineration programme. That'd come in handy. The ability to create unstable materials that would set anything alight upon impact... very handy indeed.
She loaded up the Incinerate ready for use, so with a push of a button she could unleash the devastating attack.
There was a door at the far side of the room which she knew would lead to the guards' mess hall. She had spent a long time in slavery and had memorised every possible exit route. And, by her thinking, the timing meant that there would be no one there. It was before the time that they had their evening meal, and after lunch.
She strode to the door and opened it by pushing the green hologram in the centre. It hissed open and she stepped into the mess hall, aiming down the small sight on her shotgun to see if anyone was there.
There wasn't. Not a single guard. She moved around the outside of the hall so she wasn't slowed by the many chairs and tables that would have blocked her escape.
Mia went through the door on the other side of the mess hall. There was a guard stationed by a security terminal next to her, and he looked to be attempting to try and get the systems working again - to no avail. She had permanently disabled the terminals.
He turned around when he heard her footsteps on the hard floor, but he wasn't quick enough to stop her shooting him in the chest.
She would only have to go through this corridor and there was an emergency exit which led to the whiteness of Noveria. It'd be hard going, but possible. Especially since the landing pad wasn't very far away.
The corridor, however, was full of guards.
"Mia," one said, "What are you doing with a shotgun? Put it down you suit rat."
She shot him in the chest when he drew near, then used his body to absorb several rounds fired from another guard carrying a Harrier.
Mia fired Nar'Mia again, taking out the guard with the rifle. She sank her knife into the stomach of a second who had ran towards her with a pistol, then used Incinerate to deal with the last.
She stepped over the smouldering body of the dead guard and opened the airlock leading to the snowy wilderness.
The first thing she realised was that it was cold. So cold, in fact, the internal heat regulators inside her suit couldn't keep up. She could feel the cold biting her skin, but still she stepped out.
With her first step, she was buried up to her knee in the cold snow. Her second was similarly enveloped. She had to push her muscles in her legs to their limit to take steps through the snow.
"Keelah," she hissed as the muscles in her thighs began to burn, after so little steps. But she still kept putting pressure on them, driving them to take her further through the cold.
She reached a steep incline and slipped on something beneath her feet, which was covered by the snow. She fell and rolled several times before reaching the bottom.
Snow was sticking to the visor of her helmet and making it hard to see. She struggled to her feet, wiping the glass clean with the back of her hand. But it only made things worse, wiping more snow on to it instead. She could feel the snow hitting her environment suit in an intense blizzard, making it hard to walk, hard to see, and all she could hear was wind rushing past her helmet.
She was starting to get seriously cold. Her environment suit was not built to survive in areas such as Noveria. The thermal systems were working at full capacity, and she could feel the chill against her skin.
She knew she wouldn't make it to the landing pad. It was too far. She had not expected the environment to be so hostile.
There must have been a dip in the ground full of snow, because her legs began sinking even further. Mia tried to climb back out, her feet scrambling on the surface of the snowdrift, which was slowly giving way. She sank into the snow up to her chest, and struggled to get free.
But the snow was absolute, and her attempts just made her sink further, like quicksand. She was out of breath, and laid shivering in the cold.
She pushed her hand against the snow and it compacted, forming a hard ledge. She pushed her hand firmly into it, forming a hold where she could pull the top half of her body on to the surface of the snowdrift. Her feet scrambled against the solid wall she had created, and failed to gain purchase for several moments until she managed to get her knees on top of the snow drift and slid up.
Mia managed to cross the snow drift and grasped on to a grey rock before her feet sank back down. She pulled herself up on to it, being careful not to rip her suit on its jagged edges.
A loud gunshot filled the air and a searing pain travelled through her upper leg, and hot liquid spilled over her thigh. She cried out in agony and hit the ground, rolling off the edge of the rock and hitting more snow further down the incline.
She curled up and looked at the wound in her suit. A bullet wound caused by a sniper rifle, not a very powerful one by the look of it. It caused a small hole, nowhere near her arteries. It was a wound meant to maim, not kill. The marksman probably used a Viper, by the sound of the shot. It was definitely not as powerful as the Widow, as that would have probably severed her leg.
The round was still inside of her muscle. It bled, staining the snow a crimson colour. She tried to get to her feet, but her leg gave way as soon as she put her weight on it and she whined in pain.
"Bosh'tet," she hissed as she hit the floor again.
She reached into one of her pockets and took out her suit repair kit - a small capsule full of an adhesive gel to seal up the hole so she wouldn't get a disease. She applied it quickly, covering up the gunshot wound in her suit. She had no medigel to apply to her actual injury, but at least she wouldn't die from illness.
She heard calling from behind her. Judging by the sniper and the calling, the remaining guards in the base knew about her escape and were out to capture her again.
Mia definitely didn't want that.
She stood up on one leg and used her shotgun as a crutch, using it to support her weight whilst she kept her wounded leg off the ground.
Mia took several steps, which were more like hops, before she slipped and fell again. She groaned in pain and cradled her leg, cursing the sniper and calling him every name under the sun.
She'd have a hard time getting to the landing pad now. That is, if she actually managed to.