Disclaimer: Do you really think I could have acquired these book rights? No, I don't own the books written by Anthony Horowitz; otherwise my name would be on the cover. I do however own all characters of my creation!

Ok, well, I know I didn't give you much time for reviews last chapter, but I was still sorely disappointed with the response it got! You guys need to make me happy, and review! Speaking of reviews, it reply time!

Rater (anonymous) I know, that bothers me too when people make Wolf seem like a father figure to Alex, so I'm straying away from that as much as possible, you'll see what I mean.

Duskwriter (anonymous) So far, I like leaving people hanging, its fun for me to mess with you readers.

Ok, well, here is part two of Déjà vu, and I hope you all enjoy it, I think it leaves off at a good point that will make you salivate for more, and I won't give it to you until you review! It's a mutual relationship here! You give me reviews, and I give you more chapters, see how it works? Anyway, on to the chapter!

Alone but not Abandoned

Déjà vu Part II: Mirror Image

II Kaeyne II

The interior of the plane was spacious and empty, but the seats lining either side of the cargo bay were cramped. Apparently adding Alex in at the last minute caused a clump in the seating arrangement, and he found himself sandwiched between two well-built soldiers. From the terse conversation he had with them, all he had gleaned was their names and their units. On the left, the slightly larger of the two, Gorilla, was a part of D-Unit, and he certainly looked like a Gorilla. He was at least 6 feet tall, with charcoal skin and a shaved head. His biceps and triceps were almost threatening to rip his shirtsleeves, he smelled like a Gorilla as well. The man on the right was slightly smaller, around 5'9" or so Alex guessed, his blonde hair trimmed in the classic jarhead flattop. Cougar was the leader of E-Unit, so Alex guessed he had been given this spot by Wolf, making sure he was as uncomfortable as possible. The logical place to put Alex, to him at least, would have been between B-Unit and C-Unit, but he wasn't the one calling the shots here.

He surveyed the inside of the plane and, sure enough, there was no one as large as the two men he was sandwiched between, and his hatred for Wolf raised another notch. Just as he began to silently fume, however, the light in the back of the hangar switched from red to yellow as the back hatch of the plane began to drop open. The cool night air rushed in to fill the void that the heated air left as it escaped from the quickly enlarging gap in the back of the plane.

Gorilla nudged him on the shoulder and had to yell above the din of the engines. "Boss says you're jumping last, wait for F-Unit to jump then go, it's how the cords were arranged." Alex sighed to himself, he would be the last to jump, and therefore, he would be the furthest away from camp. The hatch locked in to place and the yellow light switched to green as the jump sergeant exited the cabin. Alex leaned forward enough to see past Cougar, and was just in time to see Wolf signal for the first Unit to stand. As one, A-Unit rose and lined up, two by two near the door. B-Unit followed suit, and they each gave him a nasty smirk as they joined A-Unit at the back of the hangar, and so forth until he was the only one remaining seated. Wolf beckoned for him to stand and he filed in behind the last pair of F-Unit as Wolf gave the all clear.

"Approaching first drop zone in two minutes." His voice bellowed, even over the gusting wind and roaring engines. A-Unit could be seen checking their ripcords and straps, and Alex began to do the same, expecting some form of foul play. He found no knots in his cord, and his shoulder straps were tight under his arms. He found absolutely no faults in his equipment, and he let out a breath of relief. It was this momentary lapse in his vigilance that Wolf took the time to strike. He reached forward and pulled the flashlight out of the pocket it was supposedly secured in. He slid it into his back pocket, and resumed his monitoring of the units.

"First drop in ten seconds." He shouted, and the first pair of A-Team approached the gap in the back of the plane. Exactly ten seconds went by before Wolf shouted "Go!" and the pair jumped. Five seconds later, as planned, the second pair of A-Team jumped. He saw Viper and Barracuda approach the lip as the plane made a 90 degree turn, heading parallel to the drop zone of the first team.

"Next drop in ten seconds." rang above the din, and Viper gave Barracuda's straps a quick once over, and vice versa. "Go!" was heard once more, and the two jumped as one, parachutes flaring out shortly after, and then whipped away in the night sky. 5 seconds later, Tiger and Rhino followed. Ten more seconds, another pair, five seconds later, the rest of the unit. This continued until he saw Cougar and his unit make the jump. One of Cougars squad mates untucked his shirt for a moment, and Alex saw a glint of steel. Cougar apparently saw it too and punched him on the shoulder. The soldier hid the gun and glanced straight back at Alex. He pretended not to have noticed as his mind raced. Why would you need a gun on a simple night drop exercise? He barely had time to piece anything together before the next unit jumped, and it was just he and Wolf left on the jump deck. He gave Alex a reassuring pat on the shoulder, at the same time, disconnecting his ripcord from his harness. "Ten seconds Cub." He whispered into Alex's ear, a smirk on his face unseen by the nervous teen.

Alex approached the lip of the bay and his mental countdown continued. His mind flashed back to a similar scenario his last time here, and he missed the 'go' from Wolf. Wolf silently walked up behind the unsuspecting teen, and kicked him right in the back.

Alex was sitting on a very similar plane, maybe even the same one, he had been told he wasn't jumping, and he saw Wolf approach the lip of the plane. The deck sergeant yelled, "Go!" above the noise, but Wolf hesitated, and Alex kicked him off the lip, in an attempt to help. The deck sergeant saw his move, but sad nothing. Alex passed it off as stretching.

He was yanked back to the real world as he felt a booted foot connect with the small of his back, and he realized that he wasn't the one kicking this time. He stumbled off of the lip of the aircraft, and all he could hear was the wind in his ears as the plane flew off in the distance. He waited for his parachute to rip open, but it never did. He remembered when Wolf had given him the pat on the shoulder, and put two and two together. He was still plummeting as he franticly scrabbled to find the cord. He felt his pinky hook around the ring, and he yanked. The sudden deceleration jarred his shoulders and especially his bullet wound. He cried out in pain, and shut his eyes. In his pain he forgot to grab hold of the steering handles. As the ground rapidly rose up to greet him, he attempted to correct his course at the last second, but to no avail. His parachute connected with the treetops and he swung forcefully into a tree trunk. The silk parachute ripped and he plummeted to the forest floor, and slowly began to slip into unconsciousness.

Well, there you have it, Part II of Déjà vu! Now, I really can't write the next chapter or two until I get more than one vote on the Christina vs. Sabina issue. So far I've had only one vote, and it was for Sabina. I'm giving you guys a chance to pick how the story plays out from here! This is big! So review, review, review! I can't stress enough how important this is! I want at least 3 more votes before I even begin writing the next chapter! Ok, that's not true, but I can't finish the next chapter without the votes, so hurry up and vote already! The 'Submit Review' button isn't too far from this text you're wasting your time on!

Kaeyne

P.S. I'm leaning towards Sabina right now, so you guys NEED to vote! Especially if you want it to be Christina that I choose!