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Wolfe- well, my sincere apologies on how long this took to get out I have no excuse for it.
Drake- it's his fault…
Wolfe-SHUT UP DRAKE!, *sighs* ok thanks to Beawolf's Pen and Marsha Reed Will for the reviews. Now ON TO THE CHAPTER!
Drake- *opens chocolate bar*
-Drake-
He woke to alarms sounding - HIS alarms. First floor had been tripped. The second was being entered. Third floor…? Safe – but, not for long. Whoever this is, they are fast! Military elite? Spec ops? Drake rushed from his bed, grabbed essential gear and checked alarms once again. Second floor was un-breached what are they doi- the entire underground complex going dark froze every thought in his mind and replaced them with one, single notion. Spec ops, definitely Spec ops.
The entire building was now set aglow by dim chemical lights. No doubt they would have thermal or night vision, maybe both. Scared, but calm drake ran to the supply room it was where he kept the majority of his things, do-dahs, and what-cha-call-its; but of course he left basic items in his chambers. Those meager supplies' contained only a small pistol, a knife, and a flash bang. As soon as there was actual danger he instantly regretted not sleeping in the supply cache, after a few moments of panic filled running he found himself in the heavenly room with his weapons, guns, and tools of torture.
The room was long, narrow and lined with guns and other war tools, blast shields that slid from sides of the weapon cabinets were, just as the cabinets, made of solid steel. He slid them out, three pairs of them at ten feet intervals this allowed the room that was essentially a hallway and already one hell of a choke point, and turned it into a death trap for any and all who entered. Once the room was defendable he gathered supplies. The first thing he grabbed was not a gun, or a laser, or a bomb. No, it was a suit that was pure black with an almost metallic look, along with that he grabbed a belt, throwing knifes inlaid and hidden, a suit jacket with tens of hidden pockets, all loaded to the brim, and finally a cigar case and zippo lighter for the cool I'm-fucking-awesome effect. Then at last satisfied with his apparel Drake ran to the pistol rack and took a custom made .45 suppressed, in place of his dainty 'pea shooter'. A little saddened that he had no time to admire the pistol, the work of art that it was, he rushed over to the rifle rack, examined it and decided on the rifle in the middle. In a moment he examined his gun it was a standard American military automatic rifle… His heart leapt to his throat and his stomach dropped to the floor. Drake didn't own a single gun or bullet that was not custom made. He turned and saw the butt of his custom rifle clothesline him with a shot to the nose. His last though before it all went black?
Fuckin' Spec ops.
-Wolfe-
Wolfe and Roman slept as they rode in the jump jet. Tessa rarely slept on planes, only when her tiredness outweighed her fright. After a while both Roman and Wolfe had awoken and decided it would be best if they stayed awake with Tessa. The cramped, stuffy airplane and the speed at which they were going made Tessa cringe and jump at every noise. Wolfe wished that he could do something, anything to help his friend, comrade, bro- er sister-in-arms find rest in the long hours of their flight; but is was a plight he could not solve. He checked and double checked his gear; Roman and Tessa were quick to do so as well when they noticed Wolfe's actions. He would like to think that Tessa found solace in the action of examination, but knowing her fear it was probably doing nothing to help with his luck it was probably making things worse.
After long, seemingly unending hours they finally reached Japan. 'Fucking finally!' Wolfe thought 'I can get of this damn pla- wait going down their means I will risk my own life and the lives of those who follow me, well shit maybe planes aren't so bad.' "Ten minutes till jump get ready ladies!" the pilot said over the intercom. With military precision the soldiers popped up and got their parachutes and G-force suits on, they had some fancy name but their the same thing pilots use in jets. They all slid the breathing masks on, the thin air would suffocate them otherwise. Wolfe spoke through his mask distorting his voice as he tried to make the squad heard him clearly "Ready?" after some nods and thumbs up he continued "First me, then Tessa, and then Roman." Wolfe turned to another soldier to his left "you ready sergeant?!" the Sergeant, who went by his last name of Jones nodded. He appeared to be nervous, who could blame him? It as his first real jump after all. "Hey, just don't get your mind all jumbled up, think clearly be smart you'll get you and your men out fine got it?". He nodded and Wolfe turned to the other seven soldiers. He being the highest ranking called to all of them. "You all ready!?" A muffled "Yes Sir!" rose from the masked soldiers. "Jump in 5 seconds!" the pilot said as the planes hanger door opened.
'Well shit some warning would have been nice.' Wolfe thought as he grunted in acknowledgement
~Drake…
He woke in his kitchen, one sole light above his head, blinding his unadjusted pupils. He heard voices, soldiers. The bastards didn't know he was awake and were reporting, through a video call, to their commander. He took the soon to be ended moments he had hungrily and quietly. After a moment of waking he examined himself, his belt, shoes, and suit jacket lay on his counter top along with his emptied clips and pistol.
His shirt was spotted with a little blood. 'I don't remember fighting' he thought. Then drake wriggled his nose and grunted in pain, he could feel the bandages now. They were expertly and tightly laced across his nose that had been set. 'Oh, that's where the blood came from' he thought, and his pained yelp grabbed the attention of the soldiers, who promptly went over to their prisoner. With the sole light on him Drake couldn't see the men, but there was about six or seven, maybe eight of them. They all circled him with his hands bound and nose broken. They were trying to intimidate him, on most people this would work amazingly, Drake however was not most people. So of all the things he could do.
He started talking shit
"Who the FUCK stole my gun and broke my nose?!" Drake asked with rage filling his voice
"Ha, that was Mitch's handy work" a soldier said
"Shut it! The chief gave us codenames for a reason! This guy is dangerous" a female soldier said
"Which one of you is Mitch? Drake said
"M-me" a young soldier
"Fuck you Mitch, Fuck. You" Drake said
~Wolfe…
It took a few minutes to calm Tessa after the Jump, but once it was done she steeled herself and was once again a deadly, professional, soldier ready for her mission. Wolfe's pocket buzzed as he pulled out a clicker. A clicker was a small black device that clicked out Morse code it had two buttons, emergency and receive. He fished in his pockets for pencil and paper then hit receive. Using a rock that was only semi-flat he translated the fast message in seconds it read
'EAST/TWO CLICKS/END'
"Alright people lets move! Two clicks east! Double time it, come on!"
His squad mates stood from their stone seats and began a moderate jog east. They passed through beautiful autumn forest with small creeks and lush wildlife. It was amazing the trees were spread out enough so they could see nothing but a sea of orange hues. Wolfe himself was amazed at the beauty and only hoped it would not be destroyed by the civil war here. After a long run they reached a tall concrete building.
It looked civilian but there was no other structures nearby this had to be it. "Over there" Tessa said pointing to a maintenance door to their left. "Alright" Wolfe said with appreciation "Move, keep your heads on a swivel" and they did, with rifles raised they walked at a brisk pace to the door each step leaving with a near racking crunch. When they finally reached the door he crouched down and began to work on the lock. The others mirrored his stance only facing his flank to cover him and in moments the door was open and they stepped into the fresh hell that was waiting for them.
~Drake…
A few minutes after their pleasant conversation the soldiers took turns glaring at him then the video conference with their commander, which drake was not allow to see but still heard but only the barest amount of information was able to be gathered. After what seemed like an eternity they brought the video conference screen in front of Drake. A man, an older man maybe in his late fifty's? He was clearly someone of stature and command but he didn't look military, probably a politician.
"I have an offer for you Drake. " the man said
Definitely a politician
"Oh, and would that include giving my gun back and untying me?" Drake said
"We are not thieves, return his items, immediately…but don't cut him loose, yet" the man said as he lifted a glass of water and took a slow drink. That made Drake realize how thirsty he was, the mother fucker was taunting him. A soldier stepped forward and put Drakes rifle on the counter with his other items, and Drake saw his face; the face of the soldier who broke his nose. "The offer is this: we free you and then you help secure data that is rather valuable to me. We have already sent a squad to retrieve it, but their odds of success are small. They are worth quite a lot though and saving them would give you a bonus in addition to your pay, which I promise you will be quite handsome." The man said
"What's the bonus?" Drake asked
"The name and location of the man who sold you out so we could capture you" the man said
"I'm in" Drake said. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut, someone betrayed me?!
"Good, rejection would have meant death. Soldiers cut him loose. Drake you can assemble your gear on the plane. We need you in japan, NOW"
"Wait, what do you mean now? How am I going to get their now?"
"You're going to take a shortcut through space"
(AN)
Wolfe- you're crazy you know that?
Drake- yep
Wolfe- anyway, R&R please that would be greatly appreciated and if anyone wants to ask questions feel free to do so. Bye now.