Disclaimer: Don't own F.E.A.R. Hey, when you really think about it, would you really send a commando assault group into a first encounter situation? Isn't that like preemptive? Wouldn't you send like peaceful psychics or spiritualists first? Easy cannon fodder when you're not sure the "others" are friendly or not.
Author's note: I'm going to end this Fanfic soon, because I don't want to go beyond the point where Spen disappeared in F.E.A.R. 1. Thanks for all the reviews really, I might never have gotten around to this if it weren't for all of you.
Day 8 – 9
F.E.A.R. Headquarters
"Whack job's name is Paxton Fettel. Test subject for Armacham Technology."
Betters said.
"Man that fucker's got an appetite." Spen replied.
On the monitor, Fettel was consuming his body's weight in blood. The lightly blue carpeted floor was soaked in blood. Two replica soldiers stood over him occasionally turning back, they seemed slightly disapproving but made no effort to stop him.
"All the essential vitamins and nutrients." Jin said.
"Seriously?" Spen asked.
"Well, if he's a vampire, I'd assume that he receives additional supplements from drinking blood that normal people wouldn't get. It could possibly eliminate his need for foods of more substance." Jin bullshited.
Betters arched an eyebrow. "Twilight huh?"
"Fuck you, don't judge me." Jin said.
"Besides", Jin turned to make eyes at the Pointman. "I've already found the perfect man. I don't need Edward anymore."
Spen snickered.
"Don't worry Spen, we'll find the perfect man for you too." Betters taunted.
Jin stuck her tounge out.
"So anyway, this Fettel's a psychic commander. Telepathic and psonic powers. He's also got a whole battalion of experimental clone soldiers." Betters said.
"A psychic commander? Shit, this is why nobody takes us seriously." Spen said angrily. "And a whole fucking battalion? What are we supposed to do about that?"
"All the soldiers are linked to Fettel, we take him out and they go down too." Betters answered.
"I want 'him' on this too." Betters pointed to the Pointman.
"Him?! He only just got in a week ago." Spen exclaimed.
"Yeah, but he won't screw up unlike some other dumb-asses on this team."
"You'll do fine!" Jin said reassuringly to the Pointman.
He really didn't need it though.
Betters sighed, "We'll be discreet about this for as long as we can. Fettel's been spotted bringing his battalion over to an old water treatment plant not far from the facility he was being held. They're taking back alleys and side streets so they haven't been spotted by the public at large yet. Let's see if we can nip this thing and bag Fettel before it escalates."
Spen was surprised. "You mean nobody's noticed an army moving through the whole fucking area?"
"It's an industrial zone... and besides which, the only people out this late in that kind of area are stalkers, perverts, drug dealers, stupid teenagers, and the homeless."
"Kind of like a paradise for you eh Betters?" Jin asked.
"Bitch... ok so we'll take two cars there, I'll go with the Pointman and drop him off a block or so from the plant and you two do the same."
Intersection of Collins Street and Butt Muncher Avenue
"Turn left here."
"Ok."
"There's a stop sign there. You need to slow down."
"Ok."
"That light is turning red! Slow down slow down ohmygod we're gonna hit ahhhhhhhh!"
"Jin DAMN IT!"
"Pull over! You're not a safe driver!"
"And what, if I let you drive you'll go 15 miles below the speed limit!"
Constable Road
"You know man, this is why I like you."
Betters was driving down the street doing a good 90 miles.
"Your down with everything, and nothing bothers you. Your cool with all this shit."
He was also driving on the wrong side of the road.
Cars swerved out of his way desperately trying to avoid collision.
"Where the hell do they think they are, Canada?! They're driving on the wrong side of the road, MY ROAD! If you're not going in my direction, then you're on the WRONG side!"
He unrolled his window and fired his side-arm into the incoming cars. The drivers and their passengers screamed.
"Damn, these people drive worse than those buggers in the U.K."
He chucked a grenade out the window for good measure. The explosion knocked a car over on it's side. The occupants desperately tried to escape while the car caught on fire. In Betters rear view mirror he saw the car explode with half it's occupants still in it.
"And they still keep driving on this side. Damn. Hold on, I've got a shortcut in mind."
Betters swerved and started driving on the sidewalk.
He knocked over street lamp after street lamp and a mailbox to boot. Then he saw a little old lady with a walker.
"Don't they know where to walk either?!"
He hit her straight with the middle of his car, and heard the thuds she made going over his roof. He saw the old woman roll off his trunk and back onto the street.
"My leg!" She screamed.
Betters made a tight U-turn, mowed her down again, and took off. On the wrong side of the street again of course. And on the sidewalk as well.
Butt Muncher Avenue
"Ohmygosh I love this song turn up the radio!"
"Ok, what is it- Aghhhh Taylor Swift's 'Love Story'?! I'm switching the station."
"NOOOoooooOOOOoooo."
"I'm gonna put on some Creed."
"Creed? Who listens to Creed? You know they're exactly like Pearl Jam."
"Pearl Jam? Who are they? Some Creed knock-off?"
"I don't believe this, I think I died a little inside from hearing that."
"How bout some rap then, M&M or Soldier Boy?"
Jin snorted.
"Really Spen, really? Even I can tell you're only listening to rap just to feel young again."
"Metallica it is then."
"No. No. No. Listen, how about I put in this mixed CD I carry around with me and we listen to that, and if you don't like it you can put anything else in instead."
Jin smiled devilishly.
Spen's eyes narrowed.
"What's in it?" He asked suspiciously.
"A little of this a little of that. You've gotta give me a fair chance here."
"Okay then. It isn't Taylor Swift or Brittney Spears is it?"
"No."
"Put it in... I guess."
They listened to the first two tracks of the CD, and at Jin's encouragement they rolled down the windows and blasted it at full volume. Passerby in the street and in the cars nearby gave them wide and startled looks.
Jin reached for the off-button.
"Well?" she asked.
"I ummm I don't know, I started to like it, but then all those people kept looking at me funny. Who was it Jin?"
Jin smiled.
"It was a compilation CD of the Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana."
Constable Road
Betters kept a mental tally over the number of cats and people he'd run over. Never dogs though because he avoided hitting them at all costs. I love them and their big soleful eyes and their wet cold noses! He didn't care for cats though. They could burn in hell for all he cared. Most people in the world too.
Something caught Betters eye on the other side of the street. He saw two teenagers caressing each other and leaning against the wall on the sidewalk. Betters swerved all the way across the median onto the right side of the road. He estimated they were around 13 or 14 years old. They stared at the car wild-eyed right before it smashed into them. Then Betters took off.
Betters voice was light and amused.
"I did the world a favor you know. Now they're parents won't waste money investing on them to go to college. I did the taxpayers a favor too, now they're money won't go into someone getting an abortion or trying to raise a child. Yup, that's my good deed for the night."
Betters took out a bottle of Captain Morgan.
"Want some?" He asked.
The Pointman shook his head.
"Suit yourself."
He downed the entire bottle.
Behind Betters car, no less than five police cruisers appeared lights blaring and sirens sounding. Betters reached into his wallet and took out his badge. He held it out of his window for the cops to see. They immediately backed off at the sight of the President's sticker on the badge. The sticker read "Super secret special forcez."
"Like I was saying earlier, you've got a good head on your shoulders. You don't sweat and clench your seat like Spen does or scream in pure terror and fear like Jin does either.
You don't yell things out like 'you can't do that Betters' or 'You're an inhumane monser!"
Betters gave the Pointman a clap on the shoulder.
"If you always stay cool and calm, you'll go far kid."
As an afterthought Betters added, "It also might help if you shoot Spen more often."
XXX Way
"Why can't I find a parking spot anywhere? What are all these cars doing here this late at night?"
"They're probably all of Better's drug dealing friends."
"That's generalizing Jin."
"Oh look, I think that guy is walking back to his car."
"I don't think that's his car."
"Wait, why did he smash the window? Is he... hot-wiring it?"
"Oh well, there he goes, and a free space for us."
"Don't forget to roll up your windows this doesn't feel like a safe neighborhood."
"After what we just saw?! Of course not, and if you haven't forgotten, we're going after a fucking battalion of clone soldiers!"
Spen drove into the spot. He seemed to realize something as he parked and then smacked himself in the face.
"What is it?" Jin asked.
"We could have parked anywhere we wanted, even on the sidewalk or in an alleyway because of our F.E.A.R. Badges."
Jin's eyes widened in realization and then she smacked Spen in the face too.
Constable Road
"Ok, we're here."
Betters took a left.
He smashed into the front window of a small grocery store. The car knocked aside the front counter and all the aisles of foodstuff that was in the way before exiting out the other side of the store via a brick wall. A hobo sleeping in the alleyway besides the grocery screamed as a shower of bricks pelted him. He ran out into the street screaming that the aliens had come to take away his eyebrows again.
Betters drove the car a little bit further down the alleyway until it reached a wooden fence.
"Here's where you get off. I'll stay here and monitor your movements through the GPS. Good luck."
The Pointman slid out of the passenger door and into the alley. Betters watched him move aside a plank in the fence and disappear from sight.
Betters pulled out his cellphone.
"Douglas? Hey, it's Rowdy."
A pause.
"Yeah I know it's late."
Another pause.
"Yeah, it's serious. Some StarWars nerds have taken it too far."
