Salvo Barrington Kreel sighed and lit a Cigar, and puffed on it a few times before turning to address the gray suited figure standing just behind him.
"Are you sure it has to be him?" he asked.
"Certain, I have reviewed his record, and it has to be him who… unleassshes our mutual friend upon the world."
Salvo glared up at him, "why does it have to be him, why can't you just let him out yourself?"
The G-Man smiled his cold smile, and straightened his tie before answering
"Because the necessary energy required has been depleted in waking up the other one.
Salvo's blood ran cold, "You mean-" he couldn't bring himself to finish.
"yessss he has been awakened, and is currently causing quite a bit of trouble for your forces, get your nephew and his friends out of city 17 soon, and I would also suggest that you issue them the new… prototype Hard contact Body armor." Salvo paled,
"unofficially of course, no need to draw attention to yourself anymore than absolutely necessssary."
"But the Hard Contact Body armor hasn't even been tested yet, there are only seven suits of it, Doctor Breen would surly notice if it was missing."
"Oh no need to worry about that, I have several bombs in place, ready and… waiting to go off, they have been experimenting with some highly explosive materials there, it would sssurprise absolutely no one… if there wasss to be some sort of highly devastating explosion there."
"what about assistance with the suits, I don't know much about them, aside from the fact that once their on they inject nano machines into user's body that constantly repair him, but other than that, and the fact that their supposed to be quite comfortable and flexible, I know nothing."
"Not to worry, I have a special group of scientistsss here that can issue the team, their armor, and inform them how to use it, their leader, is a man, you know quite well. I believe he is often referred to by his fellow scientistsss and by otherss that know him asss… The Grinning Psychopath. But keep in mind that we are on the clock here, and so we must hurry, if we are to do this."
Salvo sighed, and turned back to his desk, he then opened a hidden drawer in the desk, and drew out a picture of a tall, fair, sweetly pretty, red headed women.
And of a tall dark haired man, who aside from having a blue eyes instead of silver, could have been Salvo's clone. With his arms around the woman And smiled wistfully at the picture, "you know I promised her I'd keep that boy safe, that I'd protect him no matter what," Salvo looked up into the gray suited figure's cold reptilian eyes.
"You had better do everything in your power to make sure that Randolph gets out of this alive and well, if he doesn't… I'm gonna have to start looking for ways to kill you."
The Gray suited figure nodded, and vanished right into thin air, there wasn't a thing to suggest that he'd even been there in the first place, as if he'd never even existed.
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The next day was fairly usual for Corporal Randy, with the exception that, everyone was avoiding him, he could guess why.
Ramirez upon learning that Randy was not to be immediately executed had thrown a hissy fit to end all hissy fits, and no one wanted to get in his way when he saw Randolph.
Randy had just gotten his food from the dispenser and was looking for table to sit down in, When someone with a distinct Scottish accent shouted "Hey Randy over here, hurry!" he turned around and saw Corporal Jameson Haze motioning for him to get over to his table,
Upon seeing the frantically waving man, Randy did as requested and hurried over. Corporal Jameson Haze, was a narrow featured Scotsman, pale, in his early forties, with brown eyes, spiked up brown hair, height five feet eight inches, weighing around 137 pounds.
He wore rather unusual clothes, least they were unusual in this day and age, brown jeans, brown shirt, a battered brown leather jacket, the usual Black combat boots, of combine soldiers, and horn rimmed glasses.
The reason for of which he did not wear blue civilian outfits like the rest of them, was that he was an engineer, and engineers got privileges in the combine, just so long as what they wanted didn't interfere in their work.
The reason of which Jameson had joined the combine, was pretty simple, his younger sister Amy had been suffering from bone cancer some years ago, and in return for his service, the combine had used some of their nanotech to cure her of the cancer. And after it had been established that he wasn't about to go run off directly after they cured her, they did as requested, and his sister now lived somewhere along the coast no one knew where for sure but Jameson had a pretty good guess where.
"Hurry the fuck up man and get hell down," Haze said motioning Randy to his side, "its not a good time to be you Randy, Ramirez is furious, and wants your head on stick for what you did to him."
"Not surprising I suppose." said Randy Glumly
"For Fucks sake man! Why'd you do it, Why in the name of all that is holy, would you go and beat someone like Ramirez nearly to death, for some rebel!"
Randy looked up at him Sharply "What! I didn't do that, I just jabbed my stun baton into his stomach, and let a poor civilian go free!"
"Not according to what Ramirez said, he said that you and him came across a confirmed rebel, and just when he was about to execute the rebel scum, you jammed your stun baton right into the back of his head, and proceeded to beat him senseless, and it that it was only the timely intervention of two of our fellow CPs that stopped you from killing him!"
Randy's jaw dropped at the sheer outrageousness of that story. He quickly shut his mouth and glared about him searching for something of which to vent his outrage upon.
Jameson saw the look in his friend's eyes and gripped Randy's hand in his somewhat smaller one, and did something complicated and painful.
Randy gasped in pain and surprise and blinked away tears of pain.
"Don't even think about it Randy, your Uncle is pulling a whole mess of strings already, if you kill Ramirez I really don't think it will help him get you out of sight of the Combine Investigators."
Randy's blood temperature went down a few degrees at the mention of Combine Investigators.
They were specially trained, specially augmented people with steel plates grafted onto their bones, and nanotech to help keep them alive and submissive, that would also make them practically immortal for as long as the Combine needed them, as soon as the Combine ran out of uses for them, their nanotech would rapidly disintegrate the bodies of the investigators, and metal Skeletons would just fall to pieces.
The Investigators were used primarily as spies to route out all the traitors in the Combine, and god help anybody who turned out to be a traitor for the punishment of treachery was usually to be made into a mindless stalker, if the traitor had been particularly naughty, then the traitor would have the horrible experience of not only becoming a stalker, but living as one as well, there weren't many who had received either of these punishments, but there were enough that virtually no one had any lasting thoughts about helping out the resistance.
"Investigators, they're looking into me?" asked Randy disbelief clear in his tone.
"oh yes Lad," said Jameson nodding rather emphatically "they're picking over all your activities with a fine tooth comb, and you'd better pray that they don't find anything that could confirm you of being a rebel, hell I'd better pray that they don't find anything of you as well, cause if they do the very first thing they do will be to investigate me as well."
Jameson looked at him curiosity in his gaze, "So by the way you reacted I'm guessing that Ramirez's version of what happened is for the most part false?"
Randy nodded,
"So what really happened?" he asked
Randy told him.
"Hells fucking bells man!" he cried
"What the fuck do you think your doing when you go around pulling off shit like that!"
"It wasn't right Haze, I mean the guy was just going out for walk, he probably didn't even know he wasn't supposed to be there at that time, with all the shit, we put in the water it's a surprise the guy even knew to run when he did."
"Still, I thought I warned you about trying to pull that hero crap back when we first met, We can only hope that Ramirez doesn't lose it entirely and decide to go against Salvo wishes, and try and have you killed."
"You worry too much old man." said a laid back sounding, slightly gravelly western accented voice.
They both turned to see Wayne Decardo and his sister Jennifer Decardo, strolling towards them, Wayne's arm around her slim waist, and the short solemn figure of Preacher trailing behind them.
Wayne looked like he could have been Jameson's clone, except for the fact that he was a full inch taller, three years younger, and being built more athletically.
He was also quite infamous among the combine for being a trickster, he sprung all sorts of nasty surprises on people, practically every day,
Ramirez had once made a rather pointed comment about what kind of relationship Wayne had, had with his father, the next week, a few minutes before he was supposed to give a speech to boost the morale of the PCs someone had apparently spiked his food and drink, with an impossibly large dose of Marijuana.
But none of this was found out until after he had gotten onto the stage, and blabbed away most of his entire life, and apologized to every person he had ever wronged.
Everyone knew it had been Wayne who had spiked his food, none of them could prove anything but they knew, Ramirez had of course been furious at him afterwards, but hadn't done anything against him otherwise, least not since Wayne held up a sound recorder and played something he'd recorded on it,
No one knew for sure what had been on nifty little device, but whatever it was, it'd been enough to keep Ramirez off his back, and settle for merely glaring at him.
His sister Jennifer Decardo was taller than him by a whole three inches, pale skinned, with fiery red hair, eyes the color of freshly polished emeralds, she was built like the proverbial brick house, with a killer figure.
She also more commonly known as Jennifer psycho, because she was bloodthirsty maniac, really, she once took on a whole dozen of Zombie Howlers armed with nothing but a combat knife, she scared the living hell out of everyone, except her brother, and Salvo.
Salvo because he was even more deadly in combat then her as he had proven more than once during the Seven hour war when he had been on the side of the resistance, fighting against the Combine, it was said that if their had been just 16 more of him, that they would have kicked the Combine right back where they came from, crying to their mothers.
And the reasons of why Wayne wasn't scared of her, were pretty simple. Reason one he was her brother,
Reason two their father had given her strict orders to preserve his life no matter what.
And Reason Three which was the simplest reason of all. He was fucking her.
Preacher was a small somewhat harmless looking figure except for his eyes, his gray bloodshot eyes, had wild gleam to them that said that he was most likely insane.
he stood just couple inches over five feet, he was in his early to mid twenties, scrawny, with ear length severely straight dark brown hair, (Think of Chase off House MD's hair in the early seasons, but brown instead of blond) and had the constant shadow of a beard and mustache, that along with the largest, heaviest damn looking, bible. Anyone had ever seen in their whole damn lives. which had been his constant friend and companion for as long as anyone could remember.
His eyes didn't lie about the insane part either, least everyone was pretty sure he was insane, although Randy and his uncle had their doubts about that, he'd shown that he could be quite rational in times of stress, and had proven himself to be quite the marksman, he was also quite fearless,
Randy remembered a time of when a whole army of Antlions had been charging towards them, everyone had been screaming some sort of swear word at the Antlions, everyone except Preacher who had simply stood there calmly picking off Antlions with his sniper rifle, and quietly quoting scripture at them.
No one knew for sure what his name was, and since it seemed to be his main profession, right there next to Combine Sharp shooter. People just decided to call him Preacher.
And all five of them had been friends or at least partners for over a year now and aside from, the occasional fight between Jameson and Wayne it was a pretty stable partnership, that kept Randy and Jameson safe, and Wayne Jennifer and Preacher with well maintained weapons, courtesy of Jameson.
"As long me and Jenny are with you two you got nothing to worry about, Ramirez knows better than to fuck with us."
"Oh yes I feel so much safer, now that I have a drug addled prankster, a Blood thirsty Psychopath, and a religious maniac who would go up against an army of Antlions alone and unarmed, on my side."
Wayne Sneered at Haze "do you know anyone who would do a better job of protecting you against the Combine? Cause if you do please inform us, and me and my Dear sister will gladly leave you to your own designs, and go find some other engineer in need of our protection, someone like Dexter perhaps, I'm sure that he would, appreciate our protection word is that those combine officers are getting pretty annoyed with him."
if ever the Combine get ticked off at me and Jen they'll have to send like some of their like super mega alien soldiers, cause they won't find a human force anywhere on this planet that'll go up against my dear sister here." he said cooing that last bit, and giving said sister deep passionate kiss on the lips, and placing his hand over her left breast.
Jameson Haze really didn't like the terrible Threesome as he'd coined them, having a friendship, or at least an acquaintanceship with them had been all Randy's idea,
Randy nudged his friend gently but firmly "Jameson you are drawing attention to us, and I can see Ramirez over there sizing the two if us up, with Jenny on our side we don't even exist in the same dimension as him, but if she's against us w-"
Jameson cut him off "If she's against us we never even existed!" he said a hysterical edge in his voice. Randy sighed Though Jameson would never admit it, Randy knew that he was terrified of the three, which was quite understandable.
"Look Jameson we need these three on our side now just settle down."
Jameson looked at him for moment, then after a long calming breath, finally relaxed.
"Thanks man." he breathed. Randy smiled at him. "What are friends for?" he asked, holding up his hand, for a high five.
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