"Bloody hell! I do wonder how you got here, I thought you had a simple mission to Southern Africa, just to check out the black market." Bill looked at us curiously.

"Yeah me too… Look!" I followed what Claire said and looked out of the window. There were missiles, with the familiar black prints of the words UROBOROS written on the side. There was a loud bang, and clatter, making the helicopter shake.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Bill repeated. If his face was not covered by the dark tinted goggles I swear he would look so frustrated. "Infected, at my 3 o'clock!" We went to the right. There we saw them, with rocket launchers. Crap. The helicopter already looked pretty damaged. Smoke started filling up the cock-pit. There was another loud bang. We started descending, "You two get out of here!" Bill screamed.

"No, we're all getting out of here!" I said.

Claire looked at me worriedly. We had seconds, if we were lucky minutes. No, I over exaggerated. We hit the ice cold ground in mille-seconds . We went down quicker than I anticipated, with much force I grabbed onto Claire before we hit the ground, trying to shield her as much as I could. Glass spurted out of the windows, Claire I could hear was screaming. Neither me, nor Bill made a sound. Everything then went silent. I quickly looked up, seeing the blizzard starting to hit us. All the windows were now shards of glass all on the floor.

"Claire… are you okay?"

"Yeah… I'm fine." She held onto her left leg. She must hate glass after the events of Harvardville The chopper then turned onto its side, tossing me and Claire around. We was met by the silence again. How could we have survived this? I limply got up, going over to the pilot seat, where Bill hung, his belt still strapped to him.

"Oh shit!"

"What's wrong?" Claire came over to me and gasped when she saw the sight. He was unidentifiable. Shards of glass sticking out from where his eyes would have been and some sort of pole embedded itself through Bill's body, it was a gory sight. What a horrid way to die. My head to the floor and my eyes fixed on Claire's I could see tars at the corner of her blue eyes.

"Its only a matter of time before something or someone finds us here." I said suddenly. I climbed up and out of one of the hatches. I then helped pull Claire up.

"Let's do this, let's finish this!" Claire was brave to say this. We both then ran to the missiles, we would find something there.

I could feel the ice cold snow piercing through my jacket, I felt sorry for Claire who only had her athletics top and a thin cropped at the waist fleece on, the familiar BSAA logo was printed on her right shoulder. I was lucky enough not to get it on my jacket, one I had prefer to wore since Harvardville, I only managed to get it onto my athletics top.

"Claire… urgh… you look cold want my jacket?" How stupid of me, I must of sounded like a teenage boy saying it the way I did!"Um, no, I'm fine thanks Leon, you probably need it more than me."

We reached a rather small building, or that's what we thought. The doors slid open as we approached them, revealing a small room. A few supplies were in there, we stocked up. Claire grabbed a shotgun and placed it on her back holster, I gave her the ammo I found when I first woke up here. I found one of my trustworthy TMPs, although it was only reloaded to 50 bullets. There was no more ammo about. I guess I would have to be careful what I used it on.

"I think we should contact HQ, tell them what has happened."

"Go ahead, I doubt they would really care though. Did you hear what them bastards told your brother when he was in Africa?"

"I prefer not to! Claire to HQ to read me?"

"This is HQ what's your problem?"

"The helicopter you sent us went down, possibly by hostiles. The pilot is dead, we need back-up, and I repeat we need back-up and we need it now…"

"I'm sorry back-up is not available right now, we will try get you some as soon as it is possible. Until then continue with your doing, and your orders are to stop the missiles from launching, do not retreat, the world is depending on you. HQ out."

"Story of my life." I said.

"Yeah, still, at least we know what we have to do…"

"I think it was quiet obvious before hand."

Claire laughed. "Yeah, I see what Chris meant now! C'mon, we need to finish this here and now! We can not wait any longer!"

The room had another door, it turned out to be an elevator, going down I presumed, there were only one button which simple said missile bay. How ironic. Everything seems too simple, too easy. I had an uneasy feeling, something here was not right, why is it so easy. The doors opened, I guessed we did go down, I could see the triangular shape of the bottom of the missiles. It still baffles me, how they build all of this under the ice, the walls were steel. Don't get me wrong it was still god, damn freezing but still, it was not as bad as outside.

Claire ran to a control panel.

"Shit! This is going to be tricky to stop!" Claire's fingers were tapping away. The back round of the computer screen turned red. ACCSESS DENIED. What a surprise, it would not be that easy, even though he's a total nut shell, Steve is not stupid.

"Claire… I don't think anything will help…"

"So what you trying to say? That we should just leave and wait for the missiles to be launched and arrive at every corner of the world? Leon we have no choice, I thought you would know. We barely have any time left." Claire looked at her watch. "20 minutes max…"

Steve's face then appeared on the computer screen.

"Shit, its that bastard." I really could not stand him.

"Ah ah, its nice to see you too, Leon. I was just coming to tell you that these missiles… I can not believe that you have not figured it out yet…. These are fake! And what did your brother tell you about his mission in Africa. That the missiles need to be at a specific high? No didn't think so. Cya later."

"HEY HEY! WAIT!"

"Leon he's gone…"

"SHIT!"

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know…. There has to be something around…"

I walked into the elevator, signalling Claire to come into it, I tapped the button to make us continue upwards back to the empty cold room. Claire's radio started to buzz again.

"This is Claire…?"

"Hey Claire, you need a bit of help?"

"Chris?"

"Yeah… it's me. Listen I am in a helicopter, right above your position. Is Leon with you?"

"Ergh… Yeah."

"Right, come outside I will pick you, we have a bit of an idea of where you need to go."

"Okay, we're on our way!"


Yeah, i know, not the most interesting chapter, i got a bit stuck and really wanted to get this chapter over with, i'm a bit dissapointed with it but hey, don't worry i am already in the process of chapter 8, i can safley say, that is a much better ! : )