Hawks and wolves ch. 10
A/N: I do not own GuP and sorry my life doesn't allow frequent posting but any reviews will be nice
Rolling over and hanging his feet over and then slowly lowering them to the cold metal floor Trace muttered
"God damn it I know the floor will be shocking but I wasn't to surprised but oh well" and pulled on his gear and boots before walking to the door and opened it only to see Kay was standing at his door holding a steaming cup of coffee. Smiling as he had been up most of the night Trace greedily sucked down the warm amber liquid and muttered
"Thank god and I wondered if it was too early to make a pot and maybe spike it with a strong sip of glenlivet 18 year old single malt" and Kay replied, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief,
"I sure as hell hope not cause mr ace we have a party soon and I think you'll like this" and held up the bottle of scotch that Trace was intending on grabbing soon as he was awake enough. Smiling at the gift his girlfriend brought he turned and left the door open saying
"Party time and I can't get away from a good time" and Kay turned the song on and looked in his piercing brown eyes and held him close saying
"Tournament starting soon so we need to get the Abrams worked on" and Trace laughed saying
"I'll provide the music and the tanks going to wait another maybe two or three if it keeps going this way" and Kay sang out a little tipsy from the drink she had waiting on him to open the door
"We are high class" and Trace kissed her lips saying
"No you are I'm just a good ole boy and you are my fairy tale princess" and Naomi had to just kill the mood saying
"Kay you are needed because Darjeeling just challenged us to a match and is awaiting your response, which is if your boyfriend didn't put his hand up your shirt yet" and Trace just groaned and said looking at his girlfriend
"Going to take the stick jockeys out for training and you are more than welcome to join us" and the response was Kay turning as green as a pea pod and Trace laughed saying
"Take that as a no which is actually quite disappointing" and he laughed before walking to the hangar bay were the rest of the squadron were waiting and seeing them all lounging around lazily he yelled
"Alright boys we are going to do a standard training skirmish and there will be a threat what it is however you will have to wait and see" and chuckled as everyone started to hop in and get the engines burning and in violation of navy policy Trace used first names until they were airborne and he called, the glee obvious in his voice,
"David you and Richard are going to be helping me because this will be capture the flag supersonic" and they both nodded and clicked once on the microphone. As he fell silent activating radio silence on his end which his brothers knew meant something bad was going on his mind Trace muttered scanning the sky
"Do aces and killers wear masks more important question should I wear a mask if so should it be like the phantom cause god knows I am scarred up like him but will it make it hard to eat a popsicle?" and he let his hand drift off the throttle up to the scars he had acquired with the most prominent one being right under his left eye and across his face. Having the conversation with himself he forgot, and remembered to his chagrin that the overall commander of the school could activate or listen in to any ones comms, when he heard Kay say
"Well you look better than him and let me guess the next thing you will ask for is a Popsicle?" and he saw a glint of metal but refused to engage until he notified his wing mates of it and calmly, almost bored sounding, said
"We have a bogie at bearing 207 weapons free boys and I'll buy you a drink in hell" and they all yelled in unison breaking into loose deuce formations
"Roger!" and David yelled out seeing the markings of the shark torpedo with saw blades for fins
"Well boss this is interesting because they look so familiar and we may have to end the fight early" and Trace saw the tail and nodded yelling to himself
"The son of a bitch flying it is dead" as the flash back hit him like 10 tons of bricks and he was thrown back to the middle school training and he saw the greyish-green eyes of the young man who had a habit of abusing him verbally and physically. Having the flash back, trace, a stick of a young man who loved his iPod and the few friends he had, was trying to talk to his first love Allison and it was interrupted by the two biggest bullies in the school, who without saying a word drug him into the bathroom and his weak punches were of no use as they shoved him into the toilet saying, their voices dripping with malice glee
"You get to be with your kind you piece of shit" and the only way to break free and save himself was right at his fingertips. Grabbing a small metal rod he swung out shattering the knee of the man on his head and then rolled over and broke his arm before choking him out cold and quickly got up and started to bolt toward the door with the blood of the man who had held his legs all over the stall. As he looked around the cafeteria he saw the girl holding a camera only for her face to go white as he smiled with malice and a demonic voice that he never knew he could muster
"Well you bastards are so fucking typical and I mean same shit different day level like really get some better fucking hobbies before someone winds up dead and maybe lunch for a animal" and he started to laugh like a mad man before he was suddenly snapped back hearing
"Yo, trace we need you to give out the order because this- oh god damn it he is firing at us so what do we do?!" and Trace slammed the throttle forward and the stick in his gut and all he would say, the malice creeping back into his voice scaring Kay and everyone listening in in the CIC, turning them a shade of pale
"The goal is for you all to go low and get some distance between all of us and I am going to kill him slowly and make sure he never will know what hits him and he had better make his peace with god because I sure as hell won't" and laughed before thumbing his safety off and with that the dogfight was on as he turned on his former classmate with all the fury of a man possessed and seeing the hard split-s Trace called out directing it to the sonar room where his former crush and friend was working
"Hey Emily this will get loud if I have my way well one way or another and remember our DI says 'Its not my job to die for my country its to make the other dumb bastard die for his' well this is like my country and home so game on" and as the girls of saint gloriana arrived on scene with their familiar tornados and Jaguars instantly forcing the fighter to turn and Trace fired one missile slamming into the tail and he muttered watching him fall
"Thank god they are here so I can either go home or challenge them to a match and go one on four" and Trace started to turn as he felt the bird shake and stealing a glance at the fuel gauge and as he saw it was dropping fast Trace said quietly accepting his death
"I have been through hell and tell Kay I love her and I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then" and he started to glide before quickly ejecting as the others yelled
"God damn it eject now" and Kay having heard the crash yelled to the SH60R seahawk rescue crew
"God damn it he is a splash down so we need to pull him out now!" and the bird lifted off. Unbeknownst to them, Gloriana had done the same and both of the choppers arrived at the same time and the SH60 dropped the harness and pulled him out of the water and flew him back as he violently shook proving he would eb out of the fight for awhile.