Chapter 2: Old Enemies

Dave followed the suited man to the limousine, where the man opened the back door.

"Thank you." Said Dave. The expression on the man's face did not change as he went around to the front seat. Dave climbed into the car and found another man in the back seat. He was reading through a folder with Dave's name on it. He looked up.

"Ah, David Jordan, I presume?" He said, extending a hand.

"Yes, sir," Dave shook the man's had as he sat down. He closed the door and the car promptly took off. He then noticed there was a pane of glass separating the driver from them. "Say, could you tell me where we're going?" He asked.

"Well, I don't see how it could hurt," the man said, "We're going to the Pentagon."

"Why?" "Well I have an important meeting to get to. As for you, I have no clue." The man continued, "Frankly I don't know why they bothered to send me to get you." And with that, he began to look through Dave's folder again. After a long pause, the man spoke again.

"Hmm, so your father was in the Navy I see."

"Oh, yeah, he was." Before he became a fireman for the Norfolk and Western, Dave's father served in the US Navy during World War II. He was the co-pilot of a PBY Catalina in VPB-54, better known as the "Black Cats".

"Interesting." Soon, the limousine pulled in front of the Pentagon, and Dave and the man got out. They walked into the lobby and up to the front desk. Waiting there was yet another suited man.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an important meeting with the President." The first man said as he walked away.

The President? Thought Dave before the waiting man addressed him.

"David M. Jordan?" "Yes, sir?" the man nodded, "Follow me." They took a few steps before being stopped by a guard, who pointed to Dave's disguised C-3000.

"Oh, this?" the guard nodded and held out his hand.

"Of course, heh." Dave nervously said as he undid his holster and gave it to the guard. He put the gun behind the desk as Dave followed the suited man to an elevator.

I wonder if I should've given him the Freedom Fighter. Thought Dave as they stepped onto the elevator. It went down.

How far down does this thing go? They were on the first floor and he had already counted ten "Dings". Eventually the elevator came to a stop. The man led Dave down a narrow hallway and into a room. The only things in it were a desk with two chairs and in a corner above the door, a security camera. And yet another suited man. Compared to the others, though, this man was a bit overweight.

"I'll take it from here." He said to the one that brought Dave to the room, who immediately left through a door opposite the one they entered through.

"Sit down." he said Dave promptly took the seat opposite the man, who remained standing. He gazed at the open folder in front of him.

"Let's see, Airman First Class David M. Jordan. Or I suppose you prefer 'Dave'." Dave nodded. "Approximately two weeks ago, on September 19th, four aircraft from your squadron experienced simultaneous engine failures while on patrol. Three of the pilots were able to eject from their aircraft and were later recovered by search and rescue helicopters," He looked up at Dave, "But you were nowhere to be found. Tell us, where were you?" Dave nervously cleared his throat.

"Well, I managed to land my plane on a road I saw. Then I spent the next few days in the woods. Eventually, I tried to start my plane's engine to see if it would work, and it did, so I took off."

"Uh huh," the man continued, "Then explain where you managed to find an engraved MP-40 sub- machine gun and several bottles of soda."

So that's what happened to those! "I found an abandoned house. It was probably used by some German officer during World War Two."

The man nodded.

"Well," he said, "Shortly before your return, we dispatched a squadron of helicopters investigate a Nazi experimental munitions facility some scientist working for us mentioned in the same area. You know anything about it?"

Oh, crap! "Uh, no…" Dave stammered. Things were not looking good.

"Then explain this." The man reached into a drawer on his side of the desk and pulled out a tape player. He then loaded a reel into it and pressed the play button. The recording started with what appeared to be a conversation between some pilots. Then a voice all too familiar to Dave interrupted them:

"Unknown helicopter flight, this is Hammer 4. Turn back, do not land at that facility. I repeat: turn back, do not land there!"

The man paused the recording. Oh, shit! Thought Dave, I'm screwed!

"Can't prove anything about your story?" said the man with a smirk, "can ya?" Dave shifted in his chair.

"Now, you're gonna explain exactly what happened there, and I want all the de-" there was a knock on the door behind him. He sighed, "What is this? I'm in the middle of something important!" He walked to the door and opened it. Before leaving, he turned to Dave.

"Don't you do anything stupid. We've got a camera in here watching your every move," he pointed to the camera behind Dave, "And the door's locked." And with that, he left.

Crap how am I gonna get myself out of this one? Dave wondered as he looked around. Well, I guess my only option is to tell 'em ever- What was that? Dave heard a scream. It wasn't like that of a normal human. But it was familiar to Dave. Suddenly, the translucent widow in the door was shattered and a man began to crawl through it. Dave couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man looked like one of the zombies he fought in Waffenfabrik Der Riese, except he wasn't dressed like a Nazi.

Oh, shit! Dave quickly pulled out his FPS-90 as the zombie walked towards him, followed by another climbing through the window. Dave fired a chainsaw from the tiny gun, but quickly realized his mistake: he had only two shots with the powerful gun and he already wasted one. That one shot killed the two zombies Dave saw, as well as a third behind the door, but a fourth was now coming through the door. Dave looked for something to use as a weapon

"Ha!" He grabbed the tape recorder off the desk and chucked it at the zombie's head.

"Yes!" It hit it in the head with a thud. The zombie fell to the ground, unconscious from the blow

I can't believe that worked! Dave looked at the security camera, then to the door the zombies came from.

Well, I'm not going through there! He turned to the other door and grabbed the knob.

Dammit, that's right! It's locked! He jiggled the knob in frustration only to find it turned easily

"That lying bastard!" He opened the door and sprinted down the hallway to the elevator.

Why, yes, this is up several days earlier that I stated before. Now, it's been awhile since I updated the story, and I got a lotta things to say. So listen up.

And so, we finally begin to see some zombies. I'm beginning to wonder how many zombies he's killed so far, so, if anyone wants to, could someone please go back over SitG and count the number of confirmed kills.

You know, I did some research, and I've discovered something interesting: I'm the first person on this site to make Sam a major character.

Also, the bonus points are awarded as follows: Forgotten1Delta-1 point, OnceMoreImFalling-1 point, Omega the Omniscient-1.5 points (the name is Hot Shot Eastbound and a print currently hangs in my room)

And The Moon...yeah... thanks, Treyarch, now I gotta delay the sequels until I can get everything to flow right! Also, has anyone seen the trailer for Apollo 18? They couldn't've timed it any better.

And while we're on the topic, SPAAAAAAACE!

I've also finished a drawing of Dave's F-104 Starfighter. Now I need to figure out what to do with it so you can see it...

And to everyone who reads this my brother got an account on FanFiction as Valkyrie I (he's in my favorite authors list) If you look at his profile you will find he's done almost nothing with it. So, I want you to pester him with PM's until he finally does something (He has at least one story he can publish. And don't worry, I warned him!)