Sry about the last chapter i had to be somewhere and i just quickly wrote anything down. I just wrote this chapter and hope it makes up for the lameness of chapter 3

Chapter 4

"We are two miles down the coast you think these jet skis can hold us up in the juggernaut suits?" I asked Foley.

"Hope so." Foley answered. He revved his motor and the sleek white jet ski shot out into the ice blue water. I reached my leg over my jet ski and took off behind him. It seemed to take so little time, but on the edge of the white horizon the large concrete building peeked crudely. It was time to get what we came for, to get Scorcher and Murphy back. At the sight of the complex Foley and I stopped our engines and let the current carry us down the shore. I took me minigun off of my back and rested it on my knees. I slid the ammo sleeve into the feeder of the gun and made sure the rest of that belt was secured tightly. Foley was about 3 yards away from me and was doing the same with his minigun.

"Remember we don't want to be seen until we get to the door. I open, you shoot." Foley reminded me as we reached the ice on the blindside. We pressed ourselves up against the concrete wall and shuffled along it. When we got to the front door Foley put his hand on the knob, and I took position slightly behind his shoulder. He raised a three on his fingers, two, one and he thrust the door open. My grip tightened on the trigger but the hallway was empty. I looked to Foley, but he also had a confused expression.

"Come, we should move on I'm sure they saw us and retreated." I supposed. We both took a step in at the same time. Then we took a second and a third, then we fell to the ground. My armor began to loosen and I turned my head right. Next to me Foley was on the ground, and I noticed a Russian taking apart his armor. I realized there was one on my back so I rolled over and grabbed his head slamming it into the ground. I got up and tore apart the Russian, on Foley, with my minigun.

"Well this armor is not getting back on, so might as well take it off. Such a waste, now we actually have to try." Foley laughed sarcastically. We took turns taking the armor off and keeping watch. When we both finished, we checked our guns and headed down the hallway. After about 5 minutes they began to throw wave after wave of enemy after us. I took one down on the left and Foley took them down on the right. Two more came on my side and I drilled them and began to help Foley.

"I get it! They are not trying to kill us just to make us waste ammo. We have to keep moving and find Scorcher and Murphy." I realized out loud. Foley was the first to get up despite my comment, and I followed him. My theory seemed to be right because none of the Russians were intent on aiming at us. We kept our path and never encountered forks in the road. It was destined that we find the control center. The next 20 minutes of killing were a blur until Foley's gun began to click.

"My belt is clear. Follow me into this room." Foley yelled. He quickly opened the heavy wooden door and we duck inside. I turned the lights on and until then had forgot about Scorcher and Murphy. In the room there was a chair and a table. On the table was Murphy, his face splattered with blood and his eyes staring off into the distance. In the chair sat Scorcher he was tied to the chair with his shirt off. On his bare exposed chest were many whip marks and cuts. I ran right to Scorcher and Foley ran to Murphy.

"Frost! God Damn it, Frost! Those fucking Russians they found us after I took the shot. They dragged us to the complex and here we are. I don't even fucking know why." Scorcher bawled wearily.

"Murphy checked out. I mean he is dead." Foley murmured then repeated louder.

"We have to get the info and get out of here. " I proposed. I cur the rope off of Scorcher's hands and handed him one of the dead Russian's AK-47's. The rest was quick and easy, taking our frustration out of the Russian swarms. In no time we reached the control room and Foley ran to the computer. Foley removed a USB drive from his pocket and attempted to gain access to the computer system.

"Those god damn Ruskies! So this is a game of chess Frost, and they have us in check mate!" Foley screamed.

Check mate! why, what will happen next wait...and...see