Shadow0Fire here; from now on, AceThePegasus and myself will be co-writing this story. And Reviews, even if they are only to say we did good or bad, are welcome! And in case any of you guys actually care, we'll let you know who wrote which chapters, even though the other writer may have helped edit it.
Chris sighed. This operation had just started and it had already gone horribly wrong. All electronic equipment was fried, completely inoperable. None of their scopes or communications gear was working, and most every vehicle within the radius of that HEMP had been disabled as well. But then again, this wasn't the first botched mission he'd been in. Since Racoon City, almost nothing had ever gone according to plan. In the back of his mind he was also worried about Archangel...he hadn't known him for very long, but he was still part of the team...either way, he doubted that any of those deadwalkers out there would be able to scratch Archangel. More than likely he'd kill them all without them even noticing...
"So uh... what the hell just happened? We were flying, then we weren't, and I am so confused right now." Chris looked otwards the Rookie. that idiot never understood anything. Before he could answer him however, one of the teenagers, a pink-haired girl with twintails and glasses, took the liberty of explaining it for him. "That was a H.A.N.E you idiot. Or a High-Altitude Nuclear Explosion. A nuclear missile must've detonated far above the surface, causing a complicated event called compton scattering. In short, in spreads across a large area and disables all electronic equipment. It's also called an HEMP sometimes, another acronym for-"
The Rookie interuppted the girl, which seemed like a bad idea to Chris; she gave him a glare that made her seem more dangerous than the zombies outside. The Rookie didn't notice." Hemp isn't an acronym little girl. It's a spin-off product of marijuana. Really, you kids these days don't know anything." Chris wasn't really suprised when the girl kicked him in the face. "First of all, if you ever call me little girl again, I'll beat you senseless! I've got you for that, right Hirano!" The gun-wielding boy she was supposedly talking to seemed a little unsure. "Uh..." His response made the pink-haired firespitter glare at him instead. "RIGHT?" The boy accidentally dropped his rifle when she startled him like that. "O-of course, Takagi, of course! That's what i'm here for!"
"Good." She replied before returning to Rookie. "And secondly, H.E.M.P. doesn't mean marijuana you dumbass! It's an acronym for High-Alt. Electro Magnetic Pulse. Now don't interrupt me while i'm talking again!" The Rookie raised his hands in front of him and sighed. This girl was far scarier than the zombies they were dealing with. God forbid she got any more violent than she already was. The leader of the group of teens,"Takashi" Chris believed he said his name was, put his hand on the girl's shoulder. "Calm down Saya. These guys are here to help us remember? Um, well...," he turned towards Chris,"You are here to help us, right?"
Jason scratched the part of his head he could reach with his helmet on."Well, civilian rescue was a secondary objective but-!" His sentence stopped short when Crystal elbowed him. "Classified intel,Jason! Watch it!" Saeko(The only other kid whose name Chris could remember.) Looked at the BSAA squad with new interest. "Then why are you here then? Surely you don't mean to tell us that you're just another part of Japan's Self-Defense Force? You already told us that you were Americans." The squad cast uneasy glances at each other. They couldn't tell these kids what they were really here for. It was better to let them believe that the BSAA had sent them to search for survivors and eliminate as many undead as possible.
Chris would have to give them an alternate explanation. It was unnaceptable to let them know the primary obective, and besides...these kids had probably been through too much already...it would be hard to fool the pink-haired one..Takagi. She definitely seemed to be the smartest of the group. If he deceived them, and she saw through it...
Chris felt a tug on his utility belt. He looked behind him to a little girl with a white dog. She was holding one of Alpha squad's headsets. "E-excuse me, sir. This thing is making a lot of noise. I thought you should know." She handed it to him tentatively. "Thank you...?" She smiled, "Arisu. That's my name, Mr.!" Chris smiled back. Even in this hell, this kid still had a smile on her face. "Well it's very nice to meet you, Arisu."
"Arf!" Chris looked down at the white fluffball in her arms. "And you too, little guy." Chris patted Zero's head before putting the buzzing headset to his ear. "Hello? This is Alpha leader. Does anyone copy? Over." He waited a few seconds, but got no response. He tries again. " I repeat, this is Alpha leader, does anyone copy? Respond!"
"Commander!...Arch...l...Delta...ad...terminated!" Chris tried to identify the voice, but there was too much static. He could assume it was a member of Delta Squad though. "Delta, repeat! I can't understand you!Over?" ...More static; then another response from the other end." Delta squad...terminated...Archangel...all green...Ace...Incapacitated...Medi...attent...chopper crash...Downtown distr...Surrounded...repeat...Downt-SHIT!"
Chris lost the connection, but he tried to get Archangel back anyway. "Archangel? Archangel? Dammit!" Chris tossed the headset away. Crystal looked at him worriedly. "Orders sir? We're ready to move if you are." Chris looked at his squadmates. Each of them had a look of determination on their face. They had apparently heard the communication. The Rookie even looked motivated."Let's go get our boys sir."
Chris nodded, then looked at the group of kids they had rescued. They all looked haggard and weak. Even though it wasn't the primary objective, he couldn't leave them here to fend for themselves. "You," he said pointing at a startled Takashi,"you guys are coming with us."
Archangel tossed the corpse of the zombie of his chest. He had to stab it in the head twice before it had finally stopped moving. Persistent, he thought. Like Herpes. All jokes aside, he was in serious trouble. Although his XM500 sniper rifle was stiil operable, he had lost most of the rest of his gear in the chopper crash; not to mention most of his squad...he hadn't known most of them, but losing fellow soldiers was always depressing. At least Ace was still alive...barely. He had taken serious injuries during the crash and the ensuing zombie attack. Archangel had no choice but to carry the unconscious man on his back, which also meant he couldn't fire his rifle accurately. Stealth was currently his best option. He really hoped that Redfield had gotten enough intel to come find them. He couldn't last out here forever with a Bowie knife, sidearm, and a wounded comrade.
*Sigh* What a load of bull...I didn't sign train for this kind of shit. He tossed Ace onto his back and noticed the sun going down, accompanied by the moaning of "them". It was going to be one hell of a long night...