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The Raptor had followed the human after he had killed his own kind to one of the larger human nests, a large hexagonal building overgrown on all sides with a massive hole in the left side.
Jackson carried two large duffle bags in one hand and the rifle in the other, and he had a small amount of blood on his jumpsuit as he entered the building.
The inside was, messy to say the least. The once pristine floor was now covered in grime and moss covered the walls, the desk at the center was round with some grass covered computers sitting unused and inoperative. Some models of Dinosaurs were destroyed and lay in pieces on the floor, wither it was from the storm or from the real Dinosaurs Jackson couldn't tell.
Many of the windows were smashed out letting in weeds and other plants, Jackson didn't like that. He scanned the area until he found a sign that led to what looked like dormitories, he began walking that way.
The Raptor had crept its way inside but made sure not to make itself known, little too late for that don't ya think? The Raptor hid behind a rock as Jackson made his way down the hall.
The hall to the dorms was slightly less worse looking but not by much. The walls were pockmarked with tiny holes and the ceiling was missing some of the tiles, Jackson had a suspicious feeling about the holes as well as what this place might be.
Most of the doors were overgrown and dented with claw marks, while others were too rusted to open. But one door on the left side caught Jackson's attention as it was the only door without anything covering it. "Strange…" he walked over to it and gripped the handle lightly then he slowly pulled on it making it produce a small squeaking noise.
Once he had the door open he went inside, rifle raised. The inside was fairly clean actually, some books were stacked near a nightstand and the bed looked like it was used recently, the windows were covered in bed sheets preventing any light from coming inside.
On the bed was a large dark red Sketch pad with some pencils lying nearby, he walked over and picked it up. It reminded him of that kid he met when he was on the job.
***Flashback***
Shade sat outside a park on a bench awaiting his target Tony Heart. The wind was blowing slightly making the trees sway a bit and bird calls filled the air along with the sounds of passing cars. The sky was clear and the u was shining brightly down upon the city's residents.
Jackson liked this weather as it held a certain kind calmness to it. He could see a lot of different people around, some were walking their dogs while others were jogging.
In front of him on another bench sat a teenager holding a dark red sketch book in one hand and a black pencil in the other, he stared intently at the pad as he scribbled what Jackson assumed was the scenery around him. The teen looked about seventeen, maybe eighteen and he was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans and scuffed up tennis shoes, on his head he wore a bright orange Nike hat with blue tinted sunglasses resting on the bill.
"Wonder what he's drawing." Shade wondered as he kept an eye out for his target, then the teen smiled big as he ripped out the piece of paper stood up and started to walk over to him, Shade assumed he was going around but the teen walked right up to him. The teen had a smile on his face as he held his sketch book. "Yes?" Shade asked, looking at the teen with a careful gaze.
The teen held out a rolled up piece of paper to him. "Here, a gift of sorts." He said in an unnerving calm tone.
Shade took the rolled up paper and took a look at it, his eyes went wide at it. It was a drawing of him wearing his uniform standing side by side with none other than his brother, the scene was similar to when they were still in the Marines together in Iraq, just a little bit before the firefight that claimed his brother's life. The picture of him and Luke was, drawn exceedingly well. "What is this?" he looked up to the teen but he was gone.
Shade stood up and looked all around but didn't see him anywhere, as if he wasn't even there to begin with. Shade being very confused sat back down and looked at the picture with a sad smile. "Luke…" he saw a signature in the bottom left hand of the picture. "Dustin Morin." He sighed and rolled the picture back up and placed it in his jacket pocket.
Then his eye caught movement near a building to his left, someone dressed in a suit was leaving an apartment building, briefcase in hand. Shade pulled out the picture of Tony Heart and saw that it was indeed him. "Target confirmed." He stood up and started for Tony, eyes filled with revenge.
***End Flashback***
"I wonder if this is the same… no, it can't be… can it?" he thought, could that kid be on the island? Maybe it was just a coincidence and someone had the same kind of sketch pad. He placed it back on the bed and continued looking around the room for anything of use.
He didn't find much of anything except for some bullets for a hunting rifle, 7.62 bullets. He pocketed them and left the room, continuing his search for… anything.
Inside the compound the Raptor chose to watch outside for anything that may sneak up on the human. "Why am I doing this again?" The Raptor wondered. Suddenly he heard something in the Overgrown brush next to him, he whipped around in case he should be attacked and was tackled by a blur of pure white. The two rolled around until they rolled out onto the road, he got a clear view of who it was and saw it was his older sister Ghost. "What are you doing here sis?" he asked timidly.
"Looking for you little hatchling." Ghost responded, staring her brother in the eyes.
Ghost looked just about the same as her brother except she lacked the feathers the male Raptors had, her body was more sleek and her claws were a bit longer, her body was bigger than her brother's because she's gotten into more fights than anyone else. And her eyes were a deep blue, almost like her brother.
"Why?" he asked, what if she found out about the human?
"No reason, I'm bored and I want to spar with someone. Glen doesn't want to because he's a wuss-bag." She explained. "What are you doing here at the Human nests anyway?"
"No reason." He lied as she glared at him, uh oh.
"You're lying, I can smell it from here."
"Well, you are on top of me you know, and," he looked her in the eye back, "It's a little awkward."
She got off of him and looked out into the compound, interest started to build up in her mind. "What's over there?"
He quickly got in front of her and begun pushing her back. "Let's head back to mom and dad, I think they're calling us."
She pushed him back. "What are you hiding hatchling?"
"Stop calling me that, and nothing. Come on!" he started running. "I'll race ya!" he looked back and saw she wasn't moving. "Well, I guess you are slower than a compy." Ghost slowly turned her head and looked at him, the whites of her eyes showing. "You can't beat me sis."
Suddenly she was after him faster than you could have said Cracker Jack's better by the pack.
Back inside the compound Jackson thought he had heard something, but shook it off as he ventured further down the hall and the more of the place he inspected the more he got, suspicious about it. All of the doors looked reinforced and most had triple locks and an electronic locking bolt, while the others were just made of pure steel with some of the most advanced locks he had ever seen.
"A military compound?" He thought, that came to mind but then again why abandon it?
He kept walking until he came across a room that looked relatively safe to use, better than some of the doors. He walked over to it and tried the handle, he pushed on it and the door opened, once inside he closed the door and listened as the locks Initiated. He looked around the room and was surprised to see it was undamaged, the bed looked somewhat clean and the windows were fogged up and high up near the ceiling, there was door that led to what he assumed was a bathroom and a closet.
"Good enough." He thought as he put the bags down on the floor near the bed, he sat down on the bed and looked at his rifle, it felt good to have one like it but it brought back some memories.
***Flashback***
The sun was high in the sky and it didn't help that it was a hundred degrees, and that was in the shade, if you could find any that is.
In the Iraq desert, there wasn't much shade to be found. Even for two certain brothers named Jackson and Luke Shade, they trudged through the desert following a convoy of tanks and Humvees headed to a small town about thirty clicks from their current position.
Luke trudged through the ankle deep sand alongside Jackson who was carrying his M4A1 assault with a desert colored rag covering the barrel. Luke was carrying his Sniper rifle, a M24 with a black stock and finish and a sliver scope.
"Are we there yet?" Luke asked for the umpteenth time, he was sweating like a pig.
"For the last time no." Jackson replied, emphasizing each word carefully. He loved his brother but sometimes he could be a kid in so many ways. "Why don't you hitch a ride with one of the Humvees?"
"And leave you all alone on your trek? No way dude!" He retorted, catching up to his older brother as he had fallen behind a bit. "I'm just a little tired is all."
Jackson turned his head to face him and he saw his brother was laden in sweat from head to toe. "Just tired huh?" he asked skeptically.
"Yeah… why?"
Jackson shook his head as he continued forward, Luke trailing behind him panting all the while.
Luckily a Humvee decked out in blast armor drove up beside them and inside was Jackson's old training buddy, Louis Carventes. He was a dark tanned man who was one of the Tank engineers for the convoy as he was responsible for making sure the tanks were running and in fighting order, during breaks and battle. "You guys need a lift?" he asked.
"Nah, Luke might, he's been whining since we started walking." Jackson chuckled out as he looked back to his brother and saw he had hopped onto the Humvee's exposed back, he had a small grin of relief. "Okay then, guess I'll join ya." Jackson said, hopping into the back with his brother.
But, their relief was extremely short lived as an explosion went off at the head of the convoy, Jackson and Luke saw that one of the Humvees blew up. Everyone in the convoy stopped and took defensive positions.
"Contact left!" one of the soldiers yelled.
Luke and Jackson hopped out followed by Louis and took cover behind the Humvee, they checked their guns and made sure they were good to go.
Jackson peered out from the Humvee and saw several rustic looking buses along with some pickups had parked nearby, all filled with soldiers wearing bandannas and carrying AK's and PKM's, he could have sworn some were carrying sniper rifles, if that's the case then this won't end well.
Shots filled the air as soldiers from both sides barked orders, some couldn't be heard.
"What do we do?!" Luke yelled, clutching his rifle.
"What we do best!" Louis yelled, standing up and held his SAW machine gun, he pulled the trigger and let loose a hell-storm of bullets and downed three as he bellowed. "Simper FI bitches!"
"Simper Fi Louis!" Jackson yelled in agreement as he stood up and fired as well, he held up his M4A1 and downed five in rapid succession. "Yeah!"
"Simper Fi!" Luke yelled as he stood and looked down his scope, he got a soldier in his sight and squeezed the trigger, the gun bucked and he watched as the bullet took his targets head off. "Nice!"
"Don't let up!" a Corporal yelled, he was shooting off a M16A2 weirdly enough.
Several of the tanks decided to join the fight ending several of the enemy's lives in a fiery explosion and they blew up the vehicles making them go sky high. It was quite the awesome sight to behold.
The fight was slowly drawing to a close as the convoy had managed to take down most if not all of the enemy soldiers, they fell one after the other either to explosions or a bullet to the head and body while some ran away in fear.
As the shots came slowly to a close everyone slowly started cheering, everyone yelled off victory chants and what not. Jackson patted his brother on the shoulder as Luke gave a sheepish nod.
Louis shouldered his SAW with a smirk. "We showed those assholes whose boss!" Louis bellowed, making several others bellow as well.
"That we did," he agreed as he looked over to the west and saw the sun had begun to set, "Come on, let's get this convoy moving out, we have to get to that town." He yelled, prompting everyone to start it back up again. "For whatever reason." He added mentally.
Ever since his platoon got the order, he just didn't understand why that particular town, it was out in the middle of nowhere! Hell it wasn't even on any maps they had, it was abandoned, a ghost town. They wouldn't gain anything from it other than a massive waste of fuel and resources, hell they just lost a Humvee and three soldiers!
"This better be worth the trip" He thought as he looked over at his younger brother, he saw him on the back on the Humvee reloading his rifle, he sighed as he joined him and they set out once more.
***End Flashback***
"Luke…" he thought sadly as he looked at his trembling hands, his whole body was shaking slightly. He sighed shakily, he felt tired and drained from today so he placed his rifle by the bed and lay down. he stared at the ceiling for the longest time before falling asleep.
Meanwhile, on a small boat out on the ocean various men dressed in military gear were working some advanced looking equipment. Suddenly a red light blared throughout the boat prompting several technicians to check their computers, they were working fast.
A tall man by the name of Frank walked over to one of the techies as he called them and asked. "What is it? another fishing boat?"
"No sir," he started, "There's someone at Site C." he then typed on his keyboard and brought up some security feeds for the islands. "Oh, that why."
"What?" he demanded.
"A prison ship crashed onto the island, see." He said pointing at what looked like a ship wedged between two rocks. "Is that the Vendetta?"
"Yes it is." Frank answered, a plan formulated in his mind.
"Should we alert HQ sir?" he asked.
"No," Frank answered, a grin appearing on his features. "Let's see how they all fare against Ingen's dark little experiments. Then we can ascertain wither or not the island's actually worth our attention."
A/n and there we have it! The third chapter! :D sorry it's so late, but geez I'm tired and need a break.
Who was that mysterious artist? And is he on the island ?
Site C? what dwells on it that is so dark I wonder?
And don't ya'll feel bad for Jackson? Poor guy.
And dang, who are these dudes on the boat? What do they want with the island?
And maybe so much wasn't revealed this chapter, and sorry about the length of it, I wasn't feeling it but next time. next time… it will be good.
Well, till next time, I'm Dustchu with the weather :3
bye!