Chapter 6: The Drug Lord's Demise
Mac-11 CQB: New chapter's up. Thank you for all those spelling corrections that some of you reviewers gave me. Enjoy.
To Angelicusff: As you know this is the future. Jason had a more compact and lighter weight version of a .50 cal sniper rifle. I didn't put that in there because I thought it would be too descriptive and some people don't know what a .50 cal is. So you were right on the .50 cal part. And right now Jason has a suppressed semi-automatic .30 cal.
Our heroes burst open the door. In side they saw the drug lord sitting behind his desk. He was holding a cigarette in one hand and a pistol in the other. The drug lord looked at them with a look of shear terror. The clan smirked at how much power they had over him now. He aimed his pistol at them, but the weapon was of no use. Netak's disc flew by and cut the pistol in half. He secretly pushed a button under his desk that activated something.
The predators and the two swat team members closed in on the helpless drug lord. "I have some questions for you," said Sean. "How does the whole system work between you and the terrorists?" Sean then shoved the barrel of his Uzi down the drug lord's throat. "Okay, I'll tell you," he said. Sean withdrew his weapon from the man's mouth. "We supply them with guns and money. The give us eggs and drugs," explained the drug lord. "Where do you meet?" asked Jason. "We have several places around the city where we can meet. They usually decide where and when," he answered. "One last question. Why were you so quick to answer?" "Because you'll all be dead soon." He simply said with no concern at all.
The room started to rumble. An Xenomorph stampede came running in through the air vent. Netak grabbed the drug lord and an empty syringe he found on the desk. He activated his wrist blades and cut open the drug lord's arm. Some light greenish-yellow gunk oozed out of his arm. He stuck the syringe in and sucked out the entire gunk. The aliens looked at him, now with hunger in their eyes. "I have removed your injection," said Netak with that trademark smirk. The drug lord was struck with fear. They all knew aliens like to eat humans more than Predators and right now he looked like a tasty buffet. Netak kicked him into the small crowd of aliens and they tore him limb from limb and began to devour him. While that was going on the clan ran back down the corridor and into the area full of drugs.
They ran back to the room where Sean and Jason were held. Jason and Sean were shooting back at the herd of aliens that pursued them. They went to the hole in the wall that Merc'rk made with his metal arm. They ran through several other broken walls and into a control room. Jason got to a console, put down his gun, and started typing on it. He accessed the fire emergency sprinklers. He saw the material used in the needles. The swat soldier also saw the container a few feet away from him. He thought of something that he could use to change it. Then an idea came to him. He took off the blood stained bandage on his leg and dropped it in. His wound was slightly open and was still leaking a little blood. "Sean, take off you bandages and give them to me." Sean ripped off the bandages and tossed them to him. Jason also threw them in.
He ran back to the console. It read danger on the screen. The swat soldier activated the sprinklers and ran out of the area with the clan. Inside the sprinklers activated and it sprayed the aliens. In their vision they saw the auras around their bodies turn from red to blue. They panicked and started killing each other.
The Predators along with Sean and Jason ran out of the building relieved that they were alive. It was midnight. They were sitting outside in the parking lot; panting from running so hard. "Well, work should be a lot more easier now," quoted Jason. "They don't pay us enough to do this job," replied Sean. "We must go back to the ship," said Merc'rk. Sean got up on his feet. "Thanks for the rescue, Merc. We owe you one," he said. The clan cloaked and left them.
The duo got up and looked around. The streets were deserted. "Guess, we're walking home," said Jason. His words seemed to echo through the empty streets. Jason was barely able to walk due to his wounded leg, but he could manage. Sean lived about a block away from Jason so they were heading in the same direction. They got to Jason's house first. "See you later," said Sean.
Jason walked into his house and saw his wife crying. He went to her and just as she saw him she slapped him. "Don't ever scare me like that again!" she yelled. He looked in her hand and saw a letter that read "We regret to inform you that you husband was killed in action…" He threw it away and comforted his wife.
Sean got home and grabbed his first aid kit. He did what he could with his gunshot wound and then went to sleep.
Mac-11 CQB: That's that. More is coming. Remember to review or I won't update.