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From the trees, Alice watched the Coalition base where her teammates had been taken. After some time of traversing the mountains, she had finally reached the base, and now surveyed the area, memorizing the layout and taking note of guard patrolling patterns. She needed to figure out a way to infiltrate the compound, find her friends and their machines, and get the hell out of there. She could still feel the signal from her Eagle, so she at least knew where their MASs were. And if she could sense it, the Lincoln could too. Looking up at the sky, she wondered what plan the rest of the 7th had to rescue them, and could only hope they would arrive in time for her to escape with Trapp and Nishizumi. Looking back to the base, she observed numerous Coalition personnel roaming the base like ants, realizing at least one of them should have a similar enough build to her that she could take their uniform and pass herself off as one of them. From there, she could find her way into the base and find her way to where they kept their prisoners of war.

Quietly and quickly, she snuck into the base. Slithering from shadow to shadow, she gauged the measurements of each mook she passed by, suppressing the urge to snap the neck of each one as her primary function demanded. But this was now a stealth mission, and she couldn't leave behind a trail of bodies. Soon, she noticed a patrolling guard whose uniform would more or less fit her, and waited for them to wander too close to her hiding spot before pulling them in with her. With one hand she ripped their handgun out of it's holster and pressed it against their forehead, and with the other she grabbed their collar, effortlessly lifting them up into the air.

"Today two captured UEE pilots were brought here; tell me where they are. You say anything else, and I pull the trigger."

Spluttering and floundering in frantic surprise, the guard choked out a response. "What?! I who?!" he blustered, as he fumbled for words, his feet desperately flailing at the ground that eluded him. "I-I don't know where they keep the POWs! Probably in the secure lock-up underground! Please! Don't kill me!"

Alice stared at the guard, thinking to herself. So the facility incorporated an underground detention center; that would be likely be suitable for detaining prisoners of war. But that wasn't enough information. The itch in her head bugged her, urging her to pull the trigger. The guard begged for his life, something entirely irrelevant to her altogether, let alone her query. She should kill him, but at least not until she learned everything she could.

"August Johannes Trapp and Maki Nishizumi. Now tell me more. How do I get into this lock-up? Do you know any essential passwords? You say anything else, and I will pull the trigger."

"W-Who? I-I don't know who those people are!" the soldier blurted out, his voice growing increasingly shrill, as he struggled against Alice's grip. His facemask had gotten wrapped around Alice's hand, and as he wiggled, it fell off to reveal a young looking man, probably no older than 19. "T-The lock-up's on sub-level 10! I've never been down there before- I- I'm just a cadet!"

As his voice began to grow in volume, Alice could hear a second voice in the distance, young, feminine. "Roger? Is that you? Where are you?" 

For a short moment, Alice glanced in the direction the voice was coming from, before turning back to Roger. Frustrated, she let out a soft growl, affected by her characteristic digital distortion. She hadn't learned much from the cadet, but she gotten by on even less information on other occasions. Now what really mattered was how she was going to deal with Roger. She couldn't shoot him now, because the noise would certainly alarm the other guard. She could certainly break his neck; it would be quick, efficient, and quiet. That is probably what she should do, what her functions demanded of her.

With a sigh, she brought the butt of the pistol down on his head. It was more or less a light tap, but from her, it was enough to knock him out cold. Now that he was unconscious, she quickly stripped his fatigues and put them on herself. With his facemask, she was completely indistinguishable from any other Coalition soldier. She took extra care to bind and gag him with straps repurposed from her flight suit, before hiding him in the nearest empty store room.

Now disguised as the cadet Roger, Alice walked out into the open, holding up a hand towards the other cadet to indicate her presence. For the time being, she would try to refrain from speaking. The facemask could muffle her speech, and she could also attempt to mimic Roger's voice, but she didn't hear his normal tone much less than whiny, high-pitched pleas for his life. For now, she'd consider this a test of her disguise, to try to see how far it could go with the cadet before having to open her mouth.

The cadet in question, stood a short distance away. Her blonde hair was clearly longer than regular military regulations, and collected in a long ponytail spilling out of the back of a patrol cap. Like Roger, she wore a soft mesh mask, which at the moment hung around her neck, though unlike her friend, she lacked the hard-mask and visored helmet that obscured Alice. She smiled broadly at Alice, the curves of her body still visible despite the unflattering military uniform and body armor. 

"What were you doing back there, silly? Sgt. Moran is gonna have your head if you've been sneaking off and sleeping on the job again." She turned away, pausing only to look back at Alice, in a somewhat flirtatious manner. "Speaking of sneaking off, you're coming with us tonight right?"  

Alice’s eyes almost instantly started widening behind her mask and for a second or two, she was pretty sure her mind froze. Her body felt like it was welded in place. Was this enemy soldier...flirting with her? Well, technically, she was flirting with Roger, but she still didn’t know how to react. She had seen flirting between UEE personnel on rare occasions, even some members of the 7th themselves did it, but it had never been directed towards her. She legitimately had no idea what to do. 

Wait, why was she becoming so flustered? She was a droid, and one designed for war no less. Her body wasn’t made with any primary sexual characteristics; she had no reason, nor should she have any desire for procreation or love. But...she could not deny her bond with the 7th. Throughout their time together, she had developed an attachment towards them most analogous to something like storge, the love shared between family members. So the programs that functioned as her neurotransmitters and hormones, the ones that enabled emotions, they seemed to be capable of at least platonic love. But romantic? No, she had never felt anything like that. Except for maybe…

No, nevermind. This person worked for the Coalition, so that qualified her for immediate termination in Alice’s book. Except she couldn’t kill anyone right now, or she would alert the base before she could rescue her teammates. She would just have to play along with... whatever this messed-up situation was. Eventually she settled for a silent nod and a tentative thumbs up.

The girl blinked at Alice-Roger- it was obvious she was expecting a more enthusiastic response. She appeared upset enough to say something, but before she could open her mouth, a small jeep with a group of soldiers drove by. They must've been important because the girl immediately straightened up and snapped a sharp salute. As the vehicle drove by, the cadet shot Alice-Roger an obviously upset look before turning on her heel and walking promptly off.

Crap, wrong answer. Alice quickly mimicked the girl, saluting the passing jeep before turning back to her. She frowned underneath the facemask at her expression and let out a quiet sigh before realizing that now she was free to find the lock-up and her friends. As the cadet walked away, Alice's eyes lingered on her curves for a few seconds, but a few seconds more than they ever should have. She soon pulled herself away and started navigating the base to get to the lock-up on sub-level 10. At one point, she found a room that appeared to be something of a data center, most likely holding invaluable secrets on Coalition activities, and made a mental note to try and return after freeing Trapp and Nishizumi.

After a short while, Alice finally found this lock-up. Another guard was there, patrolling the halls, but as soon as she showed up, they immediately left, apparently eager to end their shift. With a smirk under her mask, she quickly started searching the cellblock for the ones holding her friends. She soon found Nishizumi in one of them, and then Trapp in the opposite cell, sitting up against the back wall. She couldn't help but let out a quiet sqeal to herself. Tapping the glass walls to their cells, she raised up the mask over her face, flashing them the biggest smile they had likely ever seen on her.
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