So..umm...Hi. I know most of you will be angry with me for not updating in months but I've had a lot on my plate but I promise I'll wrap this up before summer ends
They parked the car in the cargo plane and got out. David left immediately to check up on the schedule. Blane stood leaning against the car, pondering what lay ahead. The plane rumbled and lightly shook as it. Anything that already wasn't tied or bolted down slid or rolled back. After a while Blane became tired of waiting around and began to wonder around. Close-by he found weapon crates. Pistols, assault
Rifles, sniper rifles, even a couple of grenade launchers. They were all U.S military grade. Blane smirked; David was still up still his old tricks. Blane then spotted a long slender silver case set amongst the crates. He picked it up, flipped the locks and opened it up. Blane raised an eyebrow. It was a black metal Bow and Arrow.
"What is he? Hawkeye." Blane quietly laughed to himself.
"Blane. Admiring our gear." Said David from behind. Blane turned around. David changed clothes. He was now in a black long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans and black work boots. Most of importantly he was wearing a black eye-patch, which covered his robotic eye. Blane tried to hold back his laughter.
"Aye, Aye Captain."
"Hilarious." David said with a smile. He tossed Blane a sports bag full of the same black clothes. "Get changed. We'll be there in about an hour and a half."
They spent the rest of the flight planning, going over logistics and re-reading the files on Holmes.
It was dark already. David was positioned on the roof of the building opposite the storage facility. Crouched down in the shadows, David gripped his in anticipation. Across the street, on the roof of the facility, sat Blane who was less thrilled about the situation. Nonetheless Blane was there, prepping his gear for repelling. Time went by and Blane activated the communicator in his ear to David.
"What time did you say they were going to be here?"
"11.50" David replied
"Well its 12.30." Blane huffed as he looked at his watch.
"Come on, relax. When have you ever known the Americans to arrive on him?" David joked. "How late were they showing up for the last two World Wars?"
Blane and David shared a brief chuckle on the communicators. Suddenly there was the distant sound of screeching tyres and a roaring engine. Bright headlights peaked on the far end of the street and quickly made their approach to the facility. It was a red truck and it was head straight for the main doors. The truck drastically swerved and crashed through the front glass doors to facility. The passenger and driver door swung open, along with the shutter door at the back lifted. From all the openings heavily armed men emerged in balaclavas. They rushed except for a couple that stood guard by the truck. Suddenly one lone man emerged from the truck and he removed his mask and ordered the men to shoot to kill. It was Holmes. He looked down both ends of the street nervously before entering.
"Its go time." Said David as he jumped from cover, ready to fire. He fired the arrow and sprinted to his next vantage point. As the first arrow struck the chest of the first man, David leaped to the next roof. As he drifted in mid-air between the buildings he turned and fired his second arrow, hitting the second guard. David didn't have time to turn back and land properly so David was met with a face full of concrete as he reached the second roof and tumbled across it. He lay there for a moment, letting out a faint grunt, and began to laugh to himself. "All clear."
Blane moved to the south side of the building, which looked out towards the Mediterranean Sea. He hooked his gear, holstered his gun and leaped off the building, gripping the rope. He swung back and smashed through a large pane of glass into an office. As soon as he was in he unhooked, kicked a table onto its side and ran to cover. The office door burst open and two men entered, instantly noticing the table. They opened fire on the table, blasting it to smithereens. They paused, seeing there was no one there, they began to reload with Blane appeared from behind them. He pulled out his silenced pistol and placed two rounds into each man's skull. They dropped with a thud and Blane moved on through the building. Blane made his way down a long dark corridor, the farther he went the louder the sound of clanging got. He found an open that light from beaming from. He quickly and quietly made his way to it and perched himself against the wall next to the opening. He peeked around the corner and a large hanger, filled with weapon crates, met his eyes but there was something that caught his eye particularly. The American's were gathering around this one spot in the middle, they were talking amongst themselves and what they were looking at but Blane couldn't make out what it was. He moved closer, across the catwalk to see what they were marvelling at. As soon as he saw it his eyes dilated and a lump gathered in his throat. It was a missile.
"David?" Blane whispered across the comms. "You might want to get in here."
"What is it?" David asked. He was already at street level, inspecting the truck.
"Just get in here."
David entered the building, equipped his REC7. He crept along the walls, making his way to the hanger. He stopped at the door and peaked in. Holmes stood by the missile. He and his men with unscrewing the framework of it. They removed it and Holmes reached his hand inside it and removed a long metal and glass canister. It glowed green and it had a symbol on it. Yellow and Black, the universal symbol for nuclear material. Holmes then placed it in a thick metal briefcase. Both David's and Blane's heartbeats quickened. Blane slowly holstered his pistol and moved for his FN-CAL.
"We're going to have to do this fast." Stated Blane.
"I know. We have to take Holmes alive. And maybe a few others." David explained as he peaked around to observe the other men. He spotted a young man, man being a overstatement. He was a boy, barely out of his teens, with ginger hair and freckles, he certainly did not look liked he'd been part of a terrorist organisation. "The red head next to Holmes. Take him alive."
"Ok." Blane spotted he boy. "How do you want to approach this?"
"American style"
David charged in with his guns blazing. The men had no idea what was going on. They scrambled to cover and tried to return fire but were to off their guard. Blane leap from the catwalk with rapid firing, acting as a kind of aerial assault, and picked off most of the men. Blane dropped down and landed on Holmes, who fell face first to the floor with Blane's feet planed on his back. The ginger, which was by Holmes' side, tried to lift his gun to fire but Blane simply turned and punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe. The ginger fell instantly to the ground. Wheezing and clutching his neck.
"Right. Now where's that case?" David asked. He spotted it across the hanger. It had been flung over there in a desperate attempt. David walked over to grab it but suddenly the door close to the case swung open and there stood a man from the files. The man hand a pistol and fired instantly. The bullet hit David in shoulder and he fell back, clutching the wound and swearing profusely. Blane rushed to David's side but he waved his hand forward, telling him to go after the case. Blane turned but the case was gone. Blane ran through the door that led outside to a landing pad. A chopper was just taking off from the pad. Blane aimed his gun to fire but dropped it, knowing that it could damage the case and rupture the canister. The chopper flew into the distance and disappeared. Blane ran back to David, who was trying to get himself up. Blane helped him up to his feet.
"You ok?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine." David answered, gritting his teeth. "Let's just interrogate this two."
Holmes awoke slowly. He was stood up, with his hand tied behind his back and his feet bound together. A noose was around his neck. His eyes followed the rope, which drooped down his body and snaked around him and finally moved upwards. The other end of the very long rope was tied to the bottom of an elevator; the dark space in which he was being held was an elevator shaft. His eyes then moved to the only light source, the open elevator doors where the silhouettes of Blane and David stood.
"Hey Johnny. Wake up now. We have some questions for you." David stated. Holmes didn't respond.
"Who is Mr. Green?" Blane asked. No response. "Alright," he turned to David, "Top floor please." David pressed the button and the elevator began to move slowly upwards, taking the rope with it.
"Where are you taking the canister?" David demanded.
"What you trying to accomplish?" asked Blane. Still no answer and the rope was slowly reducing around Holmes. "Just tell us something." Holmes looked up at them with an angry expression
"You think you're government sponsored brutality intimidates him. I am willing to die for my cause." Holmes finished proudly. Blane and David looked at each other and then back to Holmes.
"Well we'd hate to rob you of your pride." David retorted with sarcastic sympathy in his voice. The loose rope had finally run out and it tied around Holmes neck as he was lifted from the ground. The grunting and choking sounds became quieter as he vanished.
The two then moved to a second elevator shaft where the ginger was being held, just like Holmes. He looked up at them with tears streaming down face. David pressed the button straight away then knelt down close to the ginger.
"So kid, we used most of the rope for your pal so you've only got about a minute to answer our questions." David explained. The ginger cried even more.
"Where are they taking the canister?" Blane calmly asked
"Senegal, by the coast. Then they're taking it across the Atlantic. I don't know where after that." He answered
"Who is Mr. Green?"
"I never really met him."
"Never really?"
"I mean I saw him but I never spoke to him. He always wears a Green badge. That's all I can remember. Now please don't hang me."
"Sure thing buddy." David said with a smile.
They then turned around and began to walk away just as his feet started to dangle above the ground. He started screaming for them to help him. Suddenly David spun around and shot him in the head. Fulfilling his request, in a sense. As his corpse disappeared with Holmes' they left the building. They stopped on the street and turned to one another.
"So. Off to Africa." Blane Smirked. "And I forgot to bring sun lotion."
So I know it wasn't really worth the wait but its a start. after this long its really hard to get into this. But still, please R&R