Title:           Anon and iOS P15
Author:          Winchester
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First Edit:      Sunday 5th of May 2013 10:12:08 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 5th of May 2013 10:12:08 PM CDT

>You are now one of the guards.
>Hired thug is more like it.
>See, you were part of a group of soldiers for hire who received a contract from a man who was trying to study some objects and wanted to entrust that the secrets were kept secret.
>About a month ago, you had been guarding some poor pony that they claimed was actually the operating system for an iPad. You scoffed and drank your coffee and walked around like a guard. After the pony passed, the man in charge became obsessed with how to take control of another one, except this time the plan had been to take the owner with the pony.
>Although your paychecks came from Apple, you had the feeling they weren’t as involved as you were led to believe. For one thing, the techs you saw never talked about the company in the slightest, except when discussing operating systems. You were also in an abandoned office building in the center of the state capitol, and the name on the lease was not Apple or Steve Jobs.
>You saw the lease because you usually did a lot of paperwork here, and a copy happened to be nearby.
>Your boss had warned you this guy wouldn’t come quietly, so when he was at work he had two guys sneak in and replace all of the rounds in the chambers of every weapon they could find with duds, so that by the time he drew, there would be no bloodshed. Quickly in and out, that’s how it was done.
>Everything had gone according to plan, although you had to admit you felt bad for the guy. He had been a big dude, and watching his brother turn him inside out had been embarrassing.
>You weren’t fond of Mike, as he had told everyone to call him. He was a workaholic, always striving to get ahead and be the big dog. One of those “I want to rule the world” types. You thought they didn’t exist out of comic books.
>Now they were being kept in a strange set-up, in a building in the nearest big city. It was one room split into two by a thick bullet-proof glass divider. The pony lived on one side, and him on the other to promote the User-AI relationship, or whatever.
>After he had settled down, you removed his handcuffs and left him alone except for food, as he had a toilet in his room. A camera kept 24/7 surveillance on him and another watched the pony, named “Oz” by the hick but “Anomaly” by the scientists. You kind of preferred Oz, to be honest. She didn’t act like the last pony.
>You glance up at the camera feeds to check on them. The redneck is sitting in a chair, chewing on something. His outfit is so stereotypical Jeff Foxworthy made a comeback tour based on it. The unicorn was asleep, still out from the sedative. Confident things are still alright, you turn back to your rule 34.
>Oh yeah, Kirby you slut.
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>Back to Anon.
>It had taken a couple hours, but you had been allowed toothpicks, simply because they refused to allow you to smoke and dip and drink. They had treated your wounds, though. Your black eye had finally opened up enough to see a little. You roll the toothpick around your mouth, contemplating current events. You stare dully at your hands, trying to think. A couple ideas are going through your head, but none stick.
>You glance at the divider where you can make out Oz lying on a bunch of cushions. She hadn’t woken up from the sedative yet; you prayed that’s all it was. She finally stirs after a few minutes, and after her initial shock she makes her way to the glass. It’s not a solid sheet; there’s a few holes to allow speaking between the rooms.
>”A-Anon?”
>She presses a hoof against the glass quietly. You get up and walk over to the glass, placing your hand against it where her hoof mirrored your hand.
“I’m right here, Oz. Takes more than a sack of shit to put me out.”
>She manages a smile at that before looking down sadly.
“…I’m sorry, Oz. For everything.”
>”Don’t be, Anon.” She looks at your with those blue eyes of her’s. “I know you did everything within your power to safeguard me, and I am overwhelmingly grateful to you for it. I only wish we had been allowed more time to spend together.”
“You say that like you’re going to die…”
>You look at the carpet.
“…you’re not going to. I’m going to get us out of here.”
>”How, Anon? These men are highly armed and skilled, and you have a couple wooden sticks…”
>You give a frustrated sigh, sitting down and leaning against the glass. What you wouldn’t give for a shot of Jack right now…
>You lift your jean leg enough to reach into your boot for the flask you keep there. As you begin to unlatch it from its ankle holster, something odd strikes you. Why is the flask still there? The conclusion makes you pause, and you tentatively feel your other boots. A dark grin splits your face.
“Oz?”
>”Yes, Anon?”
“Are you getting a signal in here?”
>She looks confused. “A…a signal?”
“Yes, like a phone connection signal?”
>”Yes, Anon, but who would we telephone that could aid us? Ghostbusters is not a real show-“
“Oz, please…I need you to put on your vibrate setting.”
>She had busted that move out in your last sexual liason. She still spoke and everything, but lawdy did it feel like a good time when she began to-
>She blinks but does so. “Done, Anon.”
“Good. Now send this text message to Jeb, Clet, and Arlene.”
>”A group message, Anon?”
“Yes. As follows. ‘Been abducted they have me and Oz. Activate the third plan. Do not respond.’”
>You nod to her to finish. Her eyes glow white as she sends off the messages to their hosts. As her eyes return to normal, she looks at you nervously. “Anon, what’s the third plan?”
>You glance at the camera in the corner before looking back at her.
“Just trust me, Oz. I know I haven’t done much to earn your trust…but trust me. I’ll set us free.”
>She slumps against the glass on the opposite side of you. You two don’t say another word, but end up falling asleep, worn out from the night’s experiences.