The Ultimate Weapon Chapter 3-A Comrade is Lost
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His head was pounding; the entire upper half of his body was aching as if he had just been hit by a train. He was lying on something soft and warm, he didn't know what it was or even where he was, he felt like he didn't have the strength to open his eyes. He could hear though, hear voices, familiar voices, talking in hushed voices that seemed to echo inside his mind.
"How is he?" One voice asks, a male voice, one with great concern and a certain heaviness to it.
"'e'll be fine, nothing but a few cuts and bruises, lucky when you consider the state of the sky rover. That must have been one 'eck of a crash!" A female voice replies in a much calmer tone, as if she was forcing herself to keep it level. "'e took a nasty bump to the 'ead, dunno how long 'e'll be out for."
"Well, at least we know he's alive." The male voice said again with a certain amount of relief to it this time. "The master needs all of us in the briefing room, he needs to discuss-well, you know what with us…" The voice trails off unnaturally, as if the person it belongs to can't bring himself to say it.
Blitz manages to open his eyes enough to squint through his eyelids; he can see a hazy light above him on the ceiling and can just barely make out the silhouettes of Hunter and Coleen standing either side of him. He can't keep them open long though and soon let's his eyelids drop shut again, the effort of keeping them open for a few seconds enough to force him back to sleep.
Slowly, Blitz opens his eyes; his body still aches a bit, but no where near as much as it had since the last time he regained consciousness. His head still hurt, but he no longer felt like someone was pounding it with a pneumatic drill, he felt somewhat heavy, as though he overslept more than just a couple of hours.
His vision eventually slipped into focus allowing him to see clearly enough that he realised he was in a bed in the medical room of the road rovers facility. He turned his head to the right so that the light above him was no longer shining directly into his eyes, as he did so, he noticed Hunter sitting on a chair at his bedside, reading a nature magazine about different types of trees around the world.
"And you tell me I need a hobby." Blitz says with a yawn having given himself a couple of minutes to adjust himself to his surroundings.
Hunter was so startled by the sudden movement of Blitz that he threw the magazine across the room where it landed in the toilet. "Ah man I was just getting to the good part and-wait-Blitz! You're awake!" He says loudly, wrapping his arms tight around Blitz's waist.
"Ack! Hunter! Get off! You are choking me!" Blitz chokes, taking a deep breath as Hunter releases him. That was the last thing he needed, well, no the last thing he needed was a monster bear hug from Exile. Where was Exile anyway? He thought as he glanced around the room, seeing all of the beds empty.
"Sorry Blitz buddy! It's just that you've been out for three days now, nobody knew when you were going to wake up." Hunter apologised, glad to see that Blitz was well. After all that was a nasty bump he had, his head was wrapped in a thick layer of white bandages.
Three days!? Blitz thought, looking down at his body to see several bandages on his chest and arms. It must've been a nasty crash… He couldn't fully remember what had happened, he could remember the death spiral in the sky rover and how he and Exile had, with all their efforts, just managed to control the dive enough to strike the ground upside down with the rear of the jet. It wasn't an ideal landing that enough was true, but they had at least managed to reduce the impact of the crash. He couldn't remember much after the impact though, he vaguely remembered hanging limply from his seat with the seatbelt stopping him from falling from his chair onto the ceiling, but beyond that he had blacked out.
"Hey Hunter, where is Exile?" Blitz finally asked. He knew that if it hadn't been for Exile bringing him to his senses, he probably wouldn't have pulled at the control wheel in time enough to help Exile pull them out of the dive.
"Well, er-." Hunter groans with a suddenly grave look on his face. Blitz wasn't the best at reading body language, but Hunter's was obvious enough; he was trying to think how to explain some bad news.
Suddenly, a horrifying thought crossed his mind. But it couldn't be…could it? "Hunter. Exile, is he de-I mean, did he survive the crash…!?" Blitz asked, gulping as he did, bracing himself for the worst.
"Well, no he isn't-I mean we're not sure if he-we don't know if he's alive or even where he is…" Hunter replied in a manner that suggested that he was hurting bad inside-and it wasn't because of a dodgy taco.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Blitz shouted, angered by Hunter's apparent inability to answer a simple question. Some leader he was. "Did Exile survive the crash or didn't he!?" He was desperate for an answer now, the wait for an answer practically driving him mad. For all the apparent issues their relationship had; Exile might as well have been Blitz's best friend.
"I already said Blitz; I don't know. Nobody does. After we arrived at the crash, Exile was nowhere to be seen, you were the only one in the sky rover, we tried looking around the canyon, but we couldn't find any trace of him." Hunter replied quickly, wanting to explain before Blitz could argue anymore. He sighed before he continued explaining. "We brought you back to base and after Coleen fixed you up, the Master ordered us to the briefing room to talk about it. There was nothing on the satellite to say where he had gone either. He's virtually disappeared from the face of the earth buddy…" He trailed off to let the information sink in. This probably wasn't the best news to wake up to.
"Exile…is gone…" Blitz repeated to himself, placing his head into his hands. How could anyone just disappear? He thought. Exile had to be somewhere, but from what Hunter had just said, there wasn't anyway to find out where he was. No trail to follow, nothing, just an empty gap where Exile had once belonged.
"We're going to try anything we can to find him, we won't give up until we find either him or-or his body." Hunter said in a hushed tone, his voice breaking. Even the thought sent a horrible chill down his spine, to think that one their team was gone, apparently disappeared into thin air was an excruciating thought to bear. Even more unbearable was that he was the one that had ordered them on ahead. "I suggest you concentrate on getting better buddy. Coleen says you should be fine to return to missions and to the German chancellor in a couple of days as long as you take some time to rest."
"Ja, I guess dhar is nothing more we can do…" Blitz replied in an equally hushed tone, lying back onto his pillow and staring up at the bright sealing. After all, what more could he do? He wouldn't be able to do anything to help until he was better anyway and besides, he needed a bit of time to think about this.
Hunter decided to remain at Blitz's bed side for the time being and wait for someone else to come in, he felt compelled as the team leader and as a friend to Blitz, to at least be there if he needed to talk. Although they all knew how much time Blitz and Exile spent annoying each other, everyone also knew just how much time Exile and Blitz had spent together on missions, forced into the same vehicle with each other half the time and although that was the case, it would still be a big gap for Blitz-and everyone to get used to.
Well, here's the third chapter, I decided after a bit of trial and error to change the writing style of the story. Make sure to let me know what you all think! Thanks for reading!