The distraction.
That was my role to play in this whole plan.
I didn't mind, I loved annoying the Enforcers.
But what angered me was that my team refused to give me a weapon. They usually allowed me to pick the smaller, lightweight weapons, such as a pistol, but not this time. I had asked various members of my team why I was told to go unarmed, most refused to answer, while others gave me vague responses.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, focusing on running as fast as my metal legs could go. I heard the footsteps of the Enforcers' steel boots behind me, though that sound became fainter as I went faster. I breathed steadily, used to running for long periods of time.
I relaxed a bit, slowing down only slightly, knowing it would take a while for the Enforcers to catch up. I looked up at the neon signs lining the tall buildings that towered above me. I wasn't really interested in any of the ads the signs displayed, but one caught my eye. One sign showed a blurry picture of me, with a hefty reward of credits for whoever could supply information about me or my whereabouts. I smirked, satisfied to know I had made the Enforcers so ticked that they would put a bounty on my head.
I had made a mistake of slowing down, I realized that as the familiar zapping sound of an Enforcer rifle going off echoed through the alley. I ducked, and the beam of raw energy hit the wall near me, melting through the side of the building with ease. I had seen what an Enforcer rifle could do to human skin, and I certainly did not wish to experience it personally.
I stumbled slightly in surprise. Another mistake.
The next shot hit my right arm, and I held back a scream as the energy burned my skin. I ran faster, and faster, knowing that the Enforcer would not miss my head again. The rifle shot was still burning my arm, and the pain was making me a bit lightheaded, but I kept up the steady running pace, and managed to keep myself from hyperventilating. I silently cursed my team for not giving me a weapon, this would be a lot easier if I was able to shoot back.
Hours passed, sometimes I could hear the Enforcers, sometimes I couldn't, but I didn't dare slow down again. The blood dripping down my arm was a constant reminder of my earlier mistake. My lungs were burning now, my heart beating way too fast. My metal legs could only go for so long, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
I had to make it to a safe place, I had to hide. My legs were losing power quickly, and my body ached.
I turned a corner, and came face to face with a line of Enforcers. I didn't hesitate, and turned back around, attempting to run.
Too late. An Enforcer shot one of my legs, then the other, in rapid succession. I fell, my face hitting the cold ground. The Enforcers yelled at me to stay down. I didn't listen, and tried to drag myself up. One of the less patient Enforcers aimed, and shot my back. I didn't scream, the pain was gone in a second, replaced with numbness. My vision was already going blurry, but I didn't feel panicked. The noises of the city, and the Enforcers saying stuff to me, became distant. I briefly wondered if I was dying, but soon decided that I couldn't do anything about it, even if I was. I faintly felt an Enforcer dragging me, I didn't try to fight them.
I realized something in that moment.
My team hadn't expected me to come back.
They had sent me out here without a weapon, because it would have been a waste to give me one.
I was just the distraction.
My senses faded completely as I lost consciousness.