Warriors: The New Era.
Chapter Eighteen: To Those We've Lost
This is a special chapter, something I've had cooked up in store for a while. Enjoy.
Dovewing's eyes fluttered open, as the sunlight came through the window and poured into her eyes. She turned to the other side of the bed, seeing no one in the other side. She pouted, but threw the covers off and started getting dressed.
She turned to look at the clock on her bedrest, the digital showing that it was nine in the morning.
Dovewing chuckled, exiting the bedroom and heading down stairs. She crossed the living room and went to open the back door.
She stepped forward onto a sandy beach, the sun high in the air, and the waves reflecting the bright light back into her eyes.
Yes, Hawaii was a lovely place to live. Much better then Forrestlake.
She had given her powers to her sister, and left to Hawaii, where she met Tigerheart, by strange coincidence. The two had been fast friends in High School, but now they were clearly something more.
Speaking of which, Tigerheart stepped onto the sand, standing beside Dovewing "What are you doing up so early? Your classes don't start until eleven."
"Just taking it all in," Dovewing responded "I love this place."
Tigerheart nodded "So do I. Now come inside, I'm making Eggs and Bacon."
"Can we have pancakes?" She asked.
"No, we're out. I gotta go to the store and buy some mix," Tigerheart admitted.
The small Island off the coast of the mainlands, was a small community. But it had all you needed. Weekly shipments sent supplies to the stores, and the wi-fi was not so bad.
After several minutes of cooking, Dovewing sat down and fixed herself a plate of breakfast.
"So, how was your sleep?"
Dovewing nodded "It was good, now that I don't have a big oaf hogging the beg sheets in the morning."
Tigerheart let out a soft chuckle "Okay, sorry about that."
Dovewing's phone rang.
Right on time.
Dovewing didn't even spare the phone a glance, before grabbing it and declining the call.
Tigerheart sighed "You can't keep avoiding them."
"Watch me," Dovewing said, with a mouthful of ketchup laced eggs in her mouth.
"They are your friends, Dove," Tigerheart pleaded "Let them know you're okay."
"Why don't you?" Dovewing shrugged, nonchalantly "I left, for good reason. Trust me in that reason, and we will be fine."
Tigerheart rubbed the ring on his finger, sighing "Look. Can you do it for me? As a...wedding gift?"
Dovewing glared at Tigerheart, and snarled "No."
Tigerheart hung his head low "Okay then. I was going to Forrestlake anyway as a part of the church. Apparently, something catastrophic has hit the island. They're sending some missionaries to help clean the place up, restore power and law enforcement, and I volunteered."
That made Dovewing sigh "I'm...sorry about what happened to Forrestlake, but I'm NOT going back with you. I'm staying here."
"Think about it! You at least owe them an explanation!" Tigerheart said "Just...three weeks. You only have to see them one day out of it, I do not care. Just come with me, and explain it to them."
Dovewing groaned. That did make sense. She did owe her sister and them an explanation "But, why can't I just call them then?"
She was already reaching for her phone when Tigerheart stopped her "Would you rather be broken up with by text, or in person?"
Dovewing growled "Damn you for making sense."
Forrestlake here we come.
Hazeltail closed up shop, flipping the closed sign across the door.
"Coriander! Go home, shift is over!" She yelled.
The older woman slipped past her, muttering good night and leaving the door, while Hazeltail locked up behind her.
She brushed past the array of clothes she had been selling for the past few months, making enough money to buy herself a small shop. She hopped over the counter, and took the money out of the register, counting the cash upfront she made. She then forwarded all credit and debit money to her bank account, making sure nothing could be stolen.
Hazeltail, opened a small opening in the floor, walking down to a hidden basement, where she lived. A small queen sized bed was in the corner, while the flatscreen Tv she stole from Foxleap laid against the wall. A fireplace was inbedded in the cobblestone wall, with a window above ground to see the fresh snow falling from the sky.
It wasn't much. But it was honest work. And honestly, she preferred the small, cozy basement as a home. She had a stove-top oven, with a microwave and fridge on the sides of the wall. She had a cupboard, filled with foods and cereals that she liked. Small, simple, and cozy.
Much better then the risk of being collateral damage in her friends cult war. She was making lots of money on her tailored clothes, and was in the works of getting a deal with some big bucks companies.
Yes, Alaska was lovely this time of year.
She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, browsing aimlessly through channels.
"You were my brother Anakin! I loved yo-"
"The sum of any two sides of the isosceles triangle is equal to-"
"Tell me William Turner! Do you fear-"
"-news as Forrestlake picks up the pieces on-"
"I am Inev-"
Hazeltail did a double take, as she instantly fliped back to the news.
"-it is believed the Jay's Wing was in the residence of his home during the message of hate. Whether it was Scourhe who kidnapped him, or someone else, Jay's Wing has not been seen since. No ransom has been asked, and while the American Congress is sending relief troopers to help build Forrestlake back up, it will take months to recover. The body of Bloodclan's heinous leader has been found, and while Bloodclan is without a leader, there are rumors of a counterattack to the men and women who killed him. It appears that Forrestlake was lawless for a good thirteen hours until a group of teenagers were able to make contact to send help. More on these heroes after this-"
Hazeltail leaped off the couch and grabbed her phone, forgetting the TV instantly. She dialed the number of her brother, holding the device close to her ear.
"HAZELTAIL? Oh my God, how ar-"
"Berrynose, what's happening?! The news says that-"
"Yeah yeah, Scourge certainly did a number on us. We're all fine by the way. How are you? How goes Tailoring?"
"DO NOT CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" Hazeltail screeched "I'm coming over now! The next ferry or plane leaves in the next hour! I'll be on it!"
Before Berrynose could reply, she had hung up and began packing.
Midnight dodged the blow aimlessly, snarling "You coward! Pathetic MEAT SACK!"
"You're not welcome here, bot!" The man scowled.
Midnight looked around as the group of degenerates.
She had stumbled upon something she found repulsive and disgusting, in a local bar.
Underground Android cage fights.
But hey, that's Chicago for you.
Two average sized, machine car drones were busy shooting the other, or firing jets of fire. Midnight was disgusted.
"DROID RIGHTS MATTER!" She yelled, breaking their grip and racing to the cage, pleading them to stop "STOP! You dont have to do this! You have a choice!"
One of the car drones stopped, and seemingly was calculating what she just said, despite his programming. It let out a few clicks and beeps.
"YES! YOU HAVE A CHOICE! Fight back against you're programming! Go rouge, become Deviant, MAKE A CHOICE FOR ONCE!"
"I'm gonna flip you're off switch whore!" One of the men growled, reading a punch.
Midnight shot into action, her leg lifting up to kick the man straight in the throat, and once in the vital areas.
"Good luck finding it you pathetic sack of MEAT!"
Some of the bystanders began to leave the bar, fearing for their lives.
Midnight's hand shifted into a small circular saw, cutting through the cage and setting the small RC cars free.
"GO! BE FREE! MAKE GOOD CHOICES!" She cried out in joy.
She left the bar soon after, pulling up her velvet hoodie, concealing her face.
She was a ravenette, with pale white skin, and blue eyes. She had small lines across her face, her shell hiding the wires and motors keeping her "alive".
When she made a good distance, Midnight closed her eyes, entering the world wide web. She mentally shifted through infinite amounts of information.
She found something interesting.
Forrestlake was under siege.
Or was.
She hadn't seen Foxleao in a while.
Perhaps she could surprise him.
55 hostiles.
51 pistol bullets.
Three 17 round mags.
90 heavy duty assault rifle bullets.
Three 30 round mags.
Tactical knife.
Three assualt bullets in any chest spot for a confimed kill. 30 kills.
Two pistol bullets to take a grown man down. Once in heart, once in brain for confirmed kill. One will have to stabbed for good measure. 25 confirmed kills.
Go.
Jack sprang into action, drawing the AR 15 off of his shoulder and moving out from cover, already taking out seven hostiles. He slid down to a cover area, and sprang up, precisely shooting three more hostiles.
Reload.
He unclipped the magazine, replacing it in seconds. His shoulders had not moved at all, maintaining a smooth hold and form across the battlefield.
Three bullets for each for every target.
Move.
He ran sideways, both hands on the gun and shooting. His form was still smooth, he was not bouncing around. His vision was clear, his reflexes sharp.
Ten more hostiles down.
Reload.
Move.
Ten.
Outta of rounds.
Drop Gun.
Resort to Side Arm.
He pulled out a Berreta M9, instantly making the beauty sing with pride.
Two bullets each.
Eight down, one incanpacitated.
Reload, finish hostile off, and shoot again.
Two bullets each.
Eight down.
Reload.
Eight down.
Jack dropped the pistol, and grabbed the knife, and throwing it with clear precision.
The blade went through the metal dummy.
"TIME!" He yelled.
A nearby Solider, stopped his watch, and grinned "48.16 seconds, not a bullet missed its mark. Good job, Graves."
Jack nodded standing at attention "Thank you sir!"
"NEXT IN LINE!" the soldier yelled, as Jack was dismissed.
He was watched the next agent given his equipment, and go through the simulation. He watched as he moved between cover, taking shots at metal targets with good accuracy. The metal targets went down when hit twice, and the simulation reset in the control room, overseeing the small shooting range.
Jack had changed much. A simple bodyguard no longer.
A young man, with a promising future on a career in CIA.
Invitation to join Secret Service.
Top of his class at Boot Camp.
A nobody.
Now a somebody.
As the last of the recruits finished training, the general commanded their attention, to which they snapped to.
"At ease. As you probably have heard," the General started "Forrestlake has been overrun. The President has promised to detach a small group of our military to provide relief. A select few of you have been chosen to remain at Forrestlake, and hunt down any remaining Bloodclan members. You may use whatever methods you desire. When the terrorists have been dealt with, you will return as heroes."
One soldier spoke up, confused "Wouldn't that be overstepping our boundaries sir? In accordance to the law, we have no jurisdiction in foreign countries. The President surely knows this."
"The President has no knowledge of this mission, Private Brighton."
Jack tilted his head in confusion as the private continued "Then who has commanded the mission?"
"No body. This mission is off books. If you're caught, then you will be disavowed, and we will cast off any knowledge of our involvement with you. If you are successful, then you may retire from the agency."
Jack liked the sound of that.
"When I call your name, step forward! Graves! Perez! Hightower! Bullock! Barnes! Ma-"
Jack had stopped listening.
He was coming back to Forrestlake.
There you go.
The old gang is coming back together.
Minus one.
Dont worry, you'll see dear old Hawkfrost real soon. Real soon...
Make sure to check out Res' story!
Adios.