Shadowwolf: Leena and Bit are still holding us hostage, but I don't think they'll hurt us.
Leena: Bit might not, but you'd better watch out for me!
Bit: Are you saying I don't have the guts to hurt the author and one of the main characters?
Leena: Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?
Bit: I'm gonna kick your butt!!! *Liger lunges at Gun Sniper*
Leena: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! *fires Wild Weasel unit*
Brad & Shadowwolf: *run into hangar*
Brad: *jumps in Shadow Fox*
Shadowwolf: Hey! What Zoid am I supposed to use?!
Brad: Use the Raynos!
Jamie: No!!!!!
Shadowwolf: Where did he come from? Oh, who cares! We gotta get out of here!!!
Leena: You can't win Bit!! My missiles are too powerful!!!!!!! *evil laughter*
Bit: Oh really?! Strike Laser Claw!!!
Brad: Hop in!
Shadowwolf: Oh goodie! I get to go for another ride in the Shadow Fox!!
*Liger slices off Gun Sniper's arm*
*Shadow Fox runs out of hangar*
Shadowwolf: Well, I guess I'll have to say the stuff from here. Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids or the Zoids characters, I do own Lance Tontedna. Don't sue!
Brad: Where should we go?
Shadowwolf: Um, lets go to, Romeo City! I've always wanted to go there! And we can stop and visit Naomi!
Brad: Would you drop it already?
Shadowwolf: I just want to say hi to her.
Brad: Whatever you say…
Shadowwolf: Please enjoy the story and review!! Thanks for all of the great reviews I've already gotten. This chapter will be a flashback of…it's hard to explain, just read!
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HUNTER'S PREY CH 8,
UNWANTED COMPANYA ten-year-old boy drove his four-wheeler down the streets of Romeo City. He had hair down to his shoulders and clear blue eyes. Like most children in his neighborhood, he had a tattooed band around each arm. His were a nice shade of green. As he got off his four-wheeler, and walked up to the local Zoids part shop, clouds began to cover the sun.
"How ya been Brad?" The dealer known as Pops asked.
"Pretty good, are the parts in yet?" Brad replied as he looked behind the counter.
"Yep, just got in today. What are you planning on doing with a Wild Weasel unit?" Pops stared at the young boy, remembering his childhood.
"Um, I think my master wants to put it on his Command Wolf," he smiled. His masters were very nice. Some children didn't even get called by their names. Brad wasn't a slave. Being the son of a mercenary, he was sent off to another household to train, and grow up. It was easier that way. Mercenaries were always too busy to take really good care of their children.
"Let me go get them," Pops walked into the back of the store. Brad noticed a Zoid model behind the glass. He walked up and read the card next to it.
COMMAND WOLF
RZ-042 Side of the Republic
Weight: 66.0 tons
Height: 10.0 meters
Depth: 14.7 meters
Maximum speed: 200 kilometers per hour
Pops walked in and saw him staring at the model with great fascination.
"I could throw that in for free, this Wild Weasel unit is expensive on its own. Do you want me to throw that in?"
Brad looked up in excitement. "Really? You could do that?"
"Sure could, your family is my biggest supporter. Just let me box it up for you." Brad had never been so excited. His own Zoid. He was too young to pilot a real one, but this one he could play with any time. His thoughts were interrupted by Pops.
"Here you go," he handed Brad a small paper bag, "and here's the parts." The large box had been loaded up on a trailer attached to a four-wheeler. Brad was old enough to drive one of those, and he loved it.
"Thanks Pops!" He said and hopped on the four-wheeler.
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It was a long way home, but the four-wheeler made it easier. Brad and his masters lived out on the biggest hill in the area. It was a long way through the desert, but they didn't mind it. His thoughts were interrupted again, but this time by an explosion. Brad looked over to see a Dark Horn deliver the final blast into the side of a Gustav. A Gustav isn't a fighting Zoid, what is it doing in a Zoid battle? He thought while he looked around for a Judge capsule. There wasn't one in sight, only another Dark Horn on the other side of the road. I'm surrounded, he thought, but why would they attack a kid like me?
"Hey you there!" A voice rang out over a Zoid's intercom. Brad turned to see a Dark Horn on both sides of him. He stopped the four-wheeler and the Zoids stopped next to him.
"What do you think you're doing here?" It was a different voice, from the other Zoid.
"I live on that hill," Brad said as he pointed to a hill larger than the city. The Dark Horns pointed their guns at the small vehicle.
"Come with us," the first man said as he walked in front of Brad and his partner walked behind him. Brad didn't have a choice, he followed the men.
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They led him to a building farther out in the desert than Brad was supposed to go. They got out of their Zoids and escorted him to a man with brown hair and green eyes, their leader.
"What should we do boss? This kid saw us shooting down that Gustav you told us to go after," the man holding his right arm asked.
"How much did he see?" The brown haired man asked calmly.
"We don't know boss, we shot down the Gustav, and next thing we knew, there was a kid there," the man holding Brad's left arm answered.
"My name's Lance Tontedna, what's your name little boy? If you have one," he asked as he noticed the green bands on Brad's arms.
"My name is Brad Hunter. I was coming home from the parts shop," he said as he stared into the leader's eyes.
"Well, Brad. You weren't supposed to see those men doing their jobs. Can you keep a secret? We'll be your pals," he asked, trying to bribe the ten year old.
"It depends on what you are doing that I'm not supposed to see," Brad said in a cocky tone, he'd always been that way.
"Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a problem. Do you know what we with problems, Mr. Hunter?" Lance looked down at Brad.
"No," he said, even though he knew it wouldn't be good for him.
"We have to dispose of them. You never know what problems will do. They could ruin your whole life," Lance said as he snapped his fingers. Another thug came in and pulled a gun out of his pocket. Lance took it, and the man bowed and left. Brad struggled to get away from the strong grip of the thugs holding him down. Lance aimed the gun at Brad's chest and cocked it.
"Goodbye, Hunter," he said as an evil smile appeared on his face. Brad quickly bit both hands of the thugs and ran like the wind. A gunshot rang out behind him.
"Get him now!!!!!" Lance yelled as the thugs turned their attention from their hurting hands, to Brad running down the hall. He turned corners many times until he found his way into the hangar. There were two Dark Horns and a blue Command Wolf. Brad had been working with Command Wolves all his life, so he knew them well. He jumped in the cockpit as Lance and his lackeys entered the room. Brad pushed the button his master had told him was the gun control, and blew a giant hole in the wall of the building. As he ran out into the desert, the clouds started to clear, and Lance jumped in a Dark Horn.
"Alright Command Wolf, do you trust me?" He asked his new buddy. The Wolf howled a 'yes' and ran faster. "What weapons do you have exactly?" He asked and a screen popped up. "Okay, you have long range rifle, and that's about it. It's perfect." The Dark Horn behind him fired a missile barrage large enough to blow up half the city. The Command Wolf easily dodged every missile as it ran towards Romeo City. "Take this you jerk!" Brad said and fired the long-range rifle at the Dark Horn. It dodged his attacks and fired back at him. He was hit in the left side and the Wolf howled in pain. "Hang in there Command Wolf, we're almost there."
The two Zoids entered Romeo City, causing the police to come after them in their Gojulas. Perfect, Brad thought and turned sharply before a Gojulas in his path fired its gun. It hit the Dark Horn perfectly and sent it to the ground.
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"We've been looking for this guy for a long time, thanks Mr. Brad Hunter. You can keep the Command Wolf, but you'll have to wait for two years to pilot it," the police chief said.
"Thanks sir. What were these guys doing that was so bad?" Brad asked curiously. As one of the cops loaded Lance into a police car he turned to Brad.
"I'll get you, Hunter. Don't you worry!" He would've said more if the cop hadn't shut the door in his face. They drove off.
"It was a Zoid part smuggling operation. They were bringing in Zoid parts that were labeled illegal by the Zoid Battle Commission. Very destructive parts. The Gustav they attacked was an undercover cop that posed as their delivery man. I'm sorry to say he didn't make it," he said and took off his hat.
"I'm sorry too," Brad said and stared at his house on the hill.
Shadowwolf: So, that's what happened between them. Hope you enjoyed that chapter. And if you're wondering where I am right now, I'm sitting in the Shadow Fox, waiting for Brad to get Naomi. Maybe I'll just go for a little ride.
Brad: You'd better not!
Naomi: Yeah, who knows what you could do with a Zoid…
Shadowwolf: Naomi! You're here! How is everything?
Naomi: Great! Do you mind if I stay with you guys for a few days?
Brad: No! Not at all!
Shadowwolf: Go ahead! Readers: Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. Please review! ^ ^
*awkward silence*
Shadowwolf: So, what took you guys so long?
Brad: Traffic!
Shadowwolf: Sure…