JUMP THE GUN


"Naps, I'm getting major thermal activity in the building two blocks down to your right."

"Gotcha. Any sign of the enemy?"

Masked with black googles, trained blue eyes surveyed the area before him.

"I've got Thing Two waiting to intercept you a block before the target. Thing One and Inspector Gadget are nowhere to be found."

A disapproving tch echoed from his earpiece. "Alright, I'm moving in."

With an unseen nod, Sanji pulled the infrared googles from his eyes, allowing it to fall around his neck, and replaced it with a pair of binoculars.

His vision trailed past the black blur and proceeded to charter the area where he observed the enemy heat signature, trying to gain bearings of an exact location.

Bingo.

"Thing Two confirmed. Eleven o'clock, seven hundred metres. Handling a firearm."

The message must have gone through as his partner altered his path to accommodate the new information. He watched the black blur leap over the debris obstructing him from his target.

Bang.

So the game begins.

Though he could not see it, he could hear the slow, unsteady shots of the enemy through his earpiece. Sanji smirked at their luck. This opponent was no veteran with firearms. His partner should have no troubles here.

A small flash from the corner of his eye immediately had Sanji on high alert. Running towards the two combatants was another enemy. Sanji cursed under his breath at having played right into the enemies hands. Fast approaching his partner was the second of the devastating dynamic duo.

Slinging his firearm around his body, Sanji placed a hand on the ledge on the roof and flipped to swing into the open window below him.

Positioning his firearm, he fired two shots, warning his partner and deterring the new enemy. He huffed at the directionless middle finger he was given. He continued to stave off Thing One's advancement while his partner dealt with Thing Two.

Tip number one, never face Luffy and Ace alone; at all costs, keep them separated.

"Zoro! Forget Luffy, I'll handle them from here. Secure the building!"

Luckily, Sanji was far enough that he was not within the range of Luffy's and Ace's firearms, not that Luffy was a good enough shot. Moreover, with his vantage point, Sanji easily alternated his shots between the two and effectively deterred the pincer attack on his partner.

It didn't take long for Zoro to enter the building. He stood by the entry way, ready for the two should they try enter. He tapped the little button by his mic.

"Sanji, I'm in. Make your way over."

Deeming it his safest route, Sanji began scaling the roofs. He could hear the gunshots clearly now. Thankfully, Zoro was taking the brunt of the attack which made a smooth passage for Sanji.

A heavy thud and he radioed in that he was on the roof. Zoro would start on the bottom floor, and Sanji would start on the top until one or the other found the target. They were puzzled when they ran into each other on the middle floor.

"Where the fuck is it!" Sanji kicked at the wall in front of him. They had been to every room of every floor and nothing was in immediate sight… immediate.

He quickly pulled up the infrared goggles and searched for the heat signature he had initially observed.

Yes!

"Zoro, move." He shoved his partner aside, to which the other was ready to retort, but retracted his fist when Sanji kicked a hole in the floor. Carefully he removed the surrounding floorboards. "Gotcha."

He revealed a metal casing to which was attached a small timer, blinking in red, abrasive numbers: 00:019:56.

"We don't have much time le-"

Slam!

It was distant, but that was definitely the sound of the door connecting to the emergency stairwell. The enemy was here, but the question was, did they know where they were?

Sanji pushed away from the floor.

"Zoro." Said man tossed over his hand gun, taking Sanji's place by the bomb. He took off the lid of the metal casing and started making work of disarming the explosive.

Sanji contemplated two scenarios running through his head.

Scenario one was they knew the location of the bomb, and therefore of Zoro and himself. In that case the best plan of action would be to turtle up here and defend for their lives.

Scenario two, which was much more risky, was that they don't know the exact location of the bomb in which Sanji could give Zoro time by leading them away.

Question was, which plan?

Sanji picked up on the sound of two sets of soft footsteps. He'd better decide soon if he wanted to keep his options open.

Their steps were slow. Careful. Either they wanted to build suspense… possible for the two, or they didn't know which room and were scoping out the floor. Fuck it, he'd risk it with scenario two.

Handing his sniper to Zoro as it would only weigh him down, he left the room. Stalking down the hall as quietly as possible, he lay flat back against the corner that opened up to the hallway where the emergency stairwell was located.

Chancing a look, he saw Luffy surveying the rooms. Alarms were blazing in his head, he had definitely heard two pairs of feet-

A hand gripped his face and mouth, preventing any possible warnings to his partner, and he was pulled viciously back into a hard body. The arm that was holding his handheld was pressed up against the wall.

"Boo."

Sanji growled through Ace's hand.

Back kicking to the knee, Sanji slid his foot down to find Ace's own to which he ground hard into. A headbutt had his enemy's grip loosening and Sanji took the opportunity to drop his body weight down low, fully escaping Ace's embrace.

He attempted a sweep to which was deftly avoided with a simple well-timed jump. Instead, he grabbed the fallen handheld before trying an uppercut. This time his kick connected due to Ace's inability to react mid-air.

Just in time, Sanji twisted his body away to evade a shot from a grinning Luffy.

Slowly Ace got back on his feet, his own grin accompanying his partners.

Sanji couldn't help but chuckle sarcastically. Fuck tip one.

He back rolled and rained fire down on the two, slowly making his retreat to Zoro. When the two took cover behind the corner, Sanji took his opportunity to sprint down the hall, making a final duck and roll into the room just as their own shots fired.

"How's it looking?" Sanji reached over Zoro for the pouch by his side to pull out a set of rounds to reload.

"I need more time."

"News flash. We don't have fucking time."

"Then buy me some!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

Sanji was already by the door, trying to fend off the two.

Minutes were ticking by and they were at a stalemate. Every beep from the timer and every shot fired was ringing louder and louder in Sanji's ear.

"For fucks sake, move!"

00:09:27

"Tsk." Sanji tried recalling everything he learned about the different types of bombs and their corresponding disarming methods. Clearly, it was a standard, type 76 suitcase bomb.

00:08:49

Soon enough, Zoro had used up all his rounds and much to his chagrin, Luffy and Ace caught on. This was it. Throwing his handheld to the side, he took out three combat knives; one in each hand, a third in his mouth.

He favoured hand-to-hand combat anyway.

However, he was not the only one. While an amateur shot at best, Luffy was not to be taken lightly in close range combat. Unpredictable with a strength rivalling a pistol, he was more than happy to dismiss his still loaded weapon.

Seeing no need for his interference, Ace sat back in the corner to enjoy the show.

Each in a stance true to their style, neither made a movement. They watched each other with cautious eyes. Luffy, as always, had a grin on his face.

00:05:52

It was taking all of Sanji's concentration not to screw everything up. One small misstep and the whole place would go down. Zoro had basically been useless, though the one wire he tripped had thankfully been the right one. Least he had some brain. Sanji had gotten two more and now it was down to the last wires. Literally.

00:04:34

Three wires were left. Two of them would trip the fuse, one of them would disarm it.

00:03:46

Which one though, which one is it?

00:03:11

Sanji really didn't want to be the one responsible for the lives lost. But they were running out of time, he had to think. Think. Think.

00:02:04

Okay. This is it. Time to just pick one.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…

00:01:42

One more time. Eeny, meeny…

00:00:36

That means you are-

Sanji started at the spot he had just a second ago had been. The sounds of the fight outside had all but stopped and everything and everyone was shocked silent.

A smoking, small but devastating, hole pierced through floor by Sanji's feet and through glass of the window out in the hall.

In everyone's shock the timer blinked a perfect set of zeros.

A shrill static snapped them out of their trances, only to be replaced by a sarcastic, unimpressed voice.

"Well done boys, the building blew up and all the hostages, including you, are dead. Team Cyclops, you fail."

A moment of silence more.

"Gaah..." Sanji threw up his hands in resignation and slumped against the wall. "Oi, Marimo! You're meant to cover me!"

"Hey, I was having enough trouble with Thing One and Thing Two over here. You should've just hurried the fuck up."

"You mean Thing Two. Ace didn't do shit. I was the one who had to deal with both."

Zoro retracted his weapons, feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders. Luffy.

"Yes! We win!" Gleefully the ever energetic boy jumped on his friend's, formerly enemy's, back.

"No, Luffy. You did not win." Came again the disembodied voice. "Need I remind you, you and Ace also failed the task?"

"Nami-swan, my sweet, I'm so sorr-"

"Everyone report back to base for evaluation."


A broom clattered noisily as it hit the concrete floor.

"Shit! Why the hell do I have to clean the fucking kitchen?" Zoro was obviously unhappy.

"Punishment." Sanji had stopped in his own sweeping movement and perched his chin up on the end of his stick. "For failing."

"Punishment? Ha, you clean the kitchen every day anyway. Where are Ace and Luffy? Why aren't they helping?"

"They got the shit house."

Wordlessly Zoro picked back up his broomstick. Sanji chuckled with a that's what I thought.

With sweeping done, Sanji carried the brooms back into the storage closet, pulling out instead a lovely metal bucket and a mop. Handing the bucket for Zoro to fill up with water, he fumbled around under the sink for the bottle of ammonia.

With a pop of a bottle, a brain-cell killing stench was released.

"Sheesh, not wonder you're such an idiot."

Sanji responded with a kick to the shin. He took the bucket from Zoro's hand. With the one mop at hand, he told Zoro to get out of the way, to which he simply jumped up on the counters behind him, much to Sanji's annoyance. He let it go either way.

After a round, Sanji found his way back to Zoro, glowing at the shiny, clean floor before him. He took a deep breath and released it, stretching out his stiff arms.

It was cute, Zoro thought. Cute enough that he pulled the combat trained cook from the back of military vest and entrapped him between his legs and arms.

"You better clean that counter your dirty ass is infecting." Zoro grumbled incoherently and just nuzzled the back of Sanji's neck.

"I'm gonna get Usopp back for that last shot."


A little introduction to my first drabble series!

I'm jumping the gun with an action filled chapter! I'm not too sure about that ending, though. Chapters will generally not be connected to each other. This series will be a collection of one-shots and stories centred around an Military style AU. Note that stories might not follow chronological order!

It may be a bit confusing with the codenames, team names and military roles and all. So if this is well received the next 'chapter' will be a rundown of names, roles, preferred combat styles and the way military is run.

Prompts, name suggestions and feedback on my writing are always, always welcome!