Chapter 1

The streets of Amazonia were filled to the brim with bustling individuals on a very nice and sunny afternoon. A medium sized city of nothing but shanties that were made out of parts from broken down airships and skimmers. There were many families out entertaining themselves. The recent victory of the Storm Hawks defeating the most recent Cyclonian invasion force left the inhabitants of the terra with a sense of security. Unfortunately there were a few individuals and this, most beautiful day, to make the happiness and joy and constant euphoria all shrivel up and wither away. Not for all families, no. Just one. And, to tell the truth, it was actually just one person, that these three individuals sought to find.

One of them, a boy of about 17 with brown hair, blue eyes, tanned skin and a bad attitude. He wore a pair of jeans and a black button up dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, along with a white tank top underneath, and black aviator's sunglasses with gold frames. He walked down the street with a smaller version of the UZI in a shoulder holster under his left shoulder.

"Valker, zis is Shrodinger. Coms check." squeaked a little German boy on the other side of the coms.

"Go for Walker." said the boy in the streets. (Just had to do this first. Form now on, Walker is an Aussie. Just go with it. If you want to know what he sounds like the Australian guy from the Expendables).

"Porter, green." said a more serious voice on another com. Walker paused and looked at a Philipeno boy, and another white boy come out of one of the huts. He had a mohawk of wiry black hair with the side of his head buzzed and various designs shaved into his head. He had a flat Asian face with tan skin. He wore a short sleeve shirt and a pair of denem cargo shorts with a chain attached to one of his belt loops going into his pocket. His dark chocolate brown eyes immediately saw Walker, and enlarged. He turned around and other boy looked at his friend and then to the direction that his friend looked. When he saw Walker as well, he ran in another direction.

(Okay, go to youtube and find call of duty modern warfare 2 ost 13- chasing rojas posted by HikusonX. For effect).

Walker ran after him and put his hand to his ear.

"He's on the run. I repeat he's on the run. Schrody, get out here and get the counter part." shouted Walker into the com. He ran farther and then took out his uzi and flipped off the safety. A few minutes later, a smaller boy came out of a building, wearing woodland camo fatigues and a pair of aviator sunglasses with a Gewehr 1-5, and joined Walker and trailed the white bot that ran into an ally way. They found him in the middle of the ally about to exit it. "Damn we're gonna lose him. Schrody, pop one in his leg, now." said Walker. The boy addressed as "Schrody" raised his rifle and fired a single shot into the boy's thigh. "Nice shot mate." said Walker patting Schrody on the back. (Pause it! Quick!)

About fifteen minutes later, Walker had the boy all tied to a chair in a storage she that was close buy. They were joined buy the one that called himself Porter. He had white skin, brown eyes, and short brown hair. He wore his personal set of black fire proof pants along with knee and elbow pads, along with black kevlar body armor on his torso, and black gun gloves. Porter took two long nails and jabbed them into the boys legs, while Walker hooked up two jumper cables to a brand new car battery.

"Alright you two. This might take a while. Why don't you both take a look in the inner parts of the Shanty Town while I get the location out of this piece of garbage." said Walker.

"Okay." said Johnathon slipping of the helmet that went along with his armor. (Okay, play it up). Johnathon grabbed a PSG-1 sniper rifle that he had sling on his back as he and Schrody ran up a cement stairway. They came to a wide open clearing that had a whole manner of people inside of it, most of them were socializing. They stood and viewed the scene from a shaded area so that no one could see the weapons. As they stood, Johnathon could pick out that they were all speaking Spanish.

"Ve should probably get zese civilians out of here." said Schrody.

"Yer right." said Johnathon, jumping out of the cover and pointing the rifle at the sky. He fired two shots and started shouting. (In Spanish) "Get out of here! Preditorian Business.!" shouted Johnathon. Schrody jumped down next to him.

"Zat vorks." he said nodding his head.

"I'll get on the rooftops and track ya from there. Find this bastard, Schrody. Be careful." said Johnathon, ruffing up Schrody's hair. He then slung the rifle back on his back and climbed up the nearest wall onto a rooftop.

"Hey guys, Walker here. This terra is in hostile territory. They consider every other faction here an enemy, so, be careful not to fire any guns." said Walker. Johnathon froze and looked at Schrody.

"Oops." said Johnathon. Schrody took his gewehr back of his back and loaded it. "Schrody, quit standing around here. Find him." Schrody nodded and lame saluted Johnathon and ran up the nearest road. As Johnathon watched Schrody, he saw a local militia man punch out a window and stick a rifle barrel out of it. Johnathon pointed the rifle at him and took in a deep breath. He fired and hit the sniper through the head. Schrody kept running and kicked down the nearest door, and charge in. After a few gunshot filled minutes Schrody came out without a scratch on him. "Was he in there?" asked Johnathon.

"Nein. Moving to the next house." said Schrody. He ran across the street and dove behind a building corner as some more men of the local militia showed up. One by one Johnathon picked them off and made enough time for him to run into the next house. Johnathon in the mean time got up and ran and jumped to another roof where he could further cover his friend. Schrody came out and saw Johnathon and shook his head.

"Damn. Alright, I'm gonna start searching buildings on the second story. Keep moving." said Johnathon. Schrody nodded and ran up the street. He got to another house and saw the boy running up the stairs. Schrody didn't waste time and ran after him. He got upstairs to find the target jumping out a window onto the rooftops. He ran after him into the room with the same window. An unseen militiaman grabbed him and threw him to the ground, and took out a blade. Machine gun fire lit up the room and the militiaman fell dead. Walker stood behind him with a smoking uzi in hand.

"Hurry, he vent out zis vindow." said Schrody jumping out onto the rooftops. Walker was right behind him. They ran after the Philipeno boy and chased him back onto ground level into the streets. He then climbed a nearby latter up to a balcony and ran down it.

"Bloody hell, the chink's getting away!" shouted Walker.

"No he's not." said Porter into the com. All of the sudden, Porter jumped out of a window on the house and tackled the boy off of the balcony. They hung in mid air for a second, and then slammed into the ground. Johnathon took out his sniper rifle and stuck the end of it on the boy's fore head. "Broad sword one, this is Porter we have the package. I repeat we have the package."

Shorter than usual but they'll get longer.