Read the monthly prompt wrong

There is no reason that we should have lost contact with launch room 4. They hadn't responded to our calls and the tracker on subject four hadn't started transmitting. It was probably just a technical glitch, but they wanted us to check on it and fix it. Our newbie was narcotic though so he was reading everything about subject four as though we would need to know it.

"Emily Marie Willis." I role my eyes at the voice coming through my head set; shoving my buddy Chris shakes his head in amusement. We weren't going to need this, we where probably going to arrive and find out that they just killed subject four early because she refused to take the knife.

"Blond hair, blue eyes, five foot five." I blink rapidly as we round the corner close to launch room 4 and see blood smeared on the floor. It's too far away for the subjects termination and the wrong direction for launch after the severed finger. Myself and the other three in my unit go on the alert. Something isn't right.

"Her degree is animal science with a 3.6 GPA on the 4.0 scale." The blood is smeared in a line, indicating a body had been moved. Slowly we follow the trail half listening to the new one chatter in our ears. There is some part of me that is still surprised that it leads to launch room 4. The door slowly swings open from a push by Chris, all four of us holding our tasers at the ready. I wish they would let us carry more than the baton tasers.

"She has a couple scholarships and her middle class parents David and Clara are helping pay her tuition." The bodies of the launch team litter the floor, deep pools of blood stains the concrete. No sign of subject four. A jolt of confused fear goes through me there is nothing to explain this.

"Hostile at six." I spin around at Jeff's statement and finally lay eyes on subject four. Her hair is still tied back on the ponytail she was wearing when she was taken. Blood splatter freckles her face and dances across her t-shirt that declares her a 'princess at heart.' Her right hand holds the knife that was to be issued to each of the subjects, and her left holds a taser, blood running down it from the severed ring finger of that hand. No sign of surrender is visible in the determined lines of her face.

"Oh, she worked at the schools meat lab." Really, how different can it be once you get past the morals. My squad slowly closes ranks so that she won't be able to go after anyone of us.

"You said you wanted seven  bodies, I threw the eighth in for extra credit." Truly her logic is A+ worthy.