Entry
04
(I decided to continue it because of how many people liked it. Even if chapter 3 was lacking, 4 and those chapters on will compensate, hopefully. As for now, enjoy the air chase.)
The aerial dispatch officer looked shocked, and somewhat perplexed. He held the phone in complete disbelief from what he was hearing.
"You have your orders...captain..." Said the voice on the line in a harsh tone. The Dispatch officer nodded, in nervous agreement, and put the phone down. He then made his way though the hangars to two experienced pilots.
"Jones, Keller, we have a...a...an 871...." the officer said to the bewildered pilots.
"Authorization to use the Harrier?!" Said Keller, who looked like he was just told that a flying pink elephant had just taken over the United States, and was establishing a Communist rule, and his wife had been turned into sauerkraut.
"Yeah, what I was thinking. Apparently, they have heavily armed suspects in a UH-64 Huey that has a browning .30. Why they want us to take down a helicopter with a jet is beyond me, but they authorized it, so I imagine there is some important reason why they want them down..." the officer said. Jones needed to hear no more. He grabbed his flight helmet from the footlocker at his bed and strapped it on. He then prepared to get into his flight jumpsuit. Keller, a little more anxious, grabbed his own jumpsuit and started to get it on as Jones ran for the tarp-covered machine.
Smith sighed a bit, panting as well. His undershirt was soaked with sweat and rainwater; his over-shirt was lost in the fight to get out of the trap tower alive. Smith knew that it had to have been a trap, set up by the mainframe. It had faces to place on names now, and also would know that the ex-agent was running with the Merovingians 'bandits'. He looked out the still open side door of the UH-64, and looked to the front, where the Twins were flying the whirly bird. Smith just wanted to lie down and stay there for all of time.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that looked like a thunderclap.
He then realized what it was, a rocket.
"Dive, now!" Smith screamed, as the Twins put the chopper in a shallow dive. The rocket screamed over their heads and just barely missed clipping the rotor blades. Smith leaned out the door, holding onto the side and stepping on the skid with one foot, and the other in the interior. He squinted a bit, and cursed.
What Smith could see, was the outline of a jet fighter. Only one jet fighter could be effective in going toe-to-toe with a helicopter.
It had to have been a Harrier AV-8, what kind was unknown to him, but the Agents must have pulled some real strings to get that thing in the air. Smith, armed only with a pair of swords and the Anti-Personnel .30 caliber, woefully underpowered against such a threat, was no match for such a weapon in the air. The Twins must have heard Smith curse, because one had turned his head around to look at Smith.
"What is the problem, Smith?" He said, the other Twin too distracted with flying to finish the others sentence.
"It's a Harrier...they are using a Harrier..." he said grimly, just as a flash sped by the helicopter and threatened to tip the craft head over heels. Smith held onto a rope fixed to the ceiling of the aircraft. The Huey managed to level itself out as the Harrier attempted to make another pass.
Smith, desperate for something to fight back with, knew that if he didn't have anything like a rocket launcher, the Huey would be severely mauled by the faster and more heavily armed Harrier. He needed an idea, and quick.
Then he saw it...
Perched on the side of the interior of the helicopter was an orange box with the word 'Emergency Use Flares' stamped across the front. Smith quickly reached out and sat on the floor, perching the box on a small shelf. He opened the box quickly and found a box of ten flares and a single shot, breach loading Flare Gun. The helicopter maneuvered, as dartingly and as quickly as a dragonfly, so Smith was careful in making sure none of the contents of the box flew out. Although the Huey was a dragonfly, the Harrier was a steroid pumped hawk hungry for bug. It swiftly locked on to the Huey.
Keller decided to use the AARAM missiles instead of the unguided rockets. Collateral damage in this packed city would look bad on his record. Jones lined up the Harrier to the back of the Huey, locking on. Keller's finger reached out to press the fire button...
The Huey's cockpit blared a warning of enemy lock-on, and Smith looked out the side door.
The Harrier kept behind them for now, only to launch a single guided Anti Air Rocket Assisted Missile towards them. Smith quickly loaded the Flare Gun and fired an orange globe out the side.
The AARAM changed its trajectory from the helicopter to the flare, exploding as soon as it made contact. Keller cursed his bad luck, and looked at Jones.
"Going in range for cannons."
"Roger that." said Keller to Jones, as he reached for the guns' firing switch.
Smith saw a stream of tracer bullets trail along side, and threaten to cut the aircraft in two. Thinking quickly, the Twins ascended, fast enough to make Smiths' ears pop. The Huey's skids actually skimmed the Harrier, sending the Huey in a tilt forward. The Twins quickly struggled to control the aircraft as the Harrier accelerated up into the sky to get out of the alley-like narrowness of the city. The Harrier almost slammed into a building, but quickly stopped and used it's jump-jets to rise vertically up the front of the skyscraper, the glass-pane front of the building reflected the image of the Harrier like a mirror.
The Huey slowly wobbled in the air, but regained control as Smith readied another flare. The Harrier was a speck on the horizon, but Smith, with his hands, ordered the Twins to turn the aircraft around to it's side. They did so, and Smith went to the .30 Browning. The Harrier would probably deflect the bullets, but Smith wanted to flex some of his offensive muscle. He aimed for the tiny image of the Harrier, and fired.
The Harriers pilots were suppressed when the glass shattered and the Harrier was slightly damaged by incoming fire. Jones was able to break away from the front of the building. This time, still with jump jets on, Keller locked onto the helicopter again, this time, collateral damage would be latter pained for, screw the innocent. The Huey had fired on them, and they were royally pissed. Keller sent a volley of rockets at the Huey.
Smiths' eyes widened slightly with the sight of the unguided rockets streaking at the Harrier, clearing the gap quickly. The Twins were still on the ball however, and plunged the aircraft down. They tapped the roof of a sedan and sent the roof caving in, the car swerving off the road and slamming into an apartment building. Smith enjoyed watching chaos, but now was not the time. He held onto the .30 again, as the Twins sped forward, speeding along 20 feet above the street, thinking that the Harrier would not follow.
They were proven wrong, as an unguided rocket slammed into the pavement just feet away from the helicopter. The rotor blades got dangerously close to clipping the ground and sending the Huey into an uncontrollable spin. Disaster was averted however, and they got back to trying to out-fly the Harrier. The Huey quickly dodged the incoming cannon fire, but the denizens that were in the mid-day commute were not so lucky, as bullets sprayed down the road.
Smith had a dangerous idea to bring the Harrier down. He looked to the Twins in the front cockpit, and pointed up. They got the message, and brought the Huey up, higher than the Harrier. The Harrier then attempted to pull up.
"When I say so, bring the chopper down, not a second latter!" Said Smith. To pull this off, they would need perfect timing.
The Huey's skids were just under the left turbo-fan of the Harrier. Smith watched as the helicopter went slightly more to the left, then a bit to the right, over the turbo-fan again. Smith's eyes squinted as he waited for the skid to get in the right position...
It was perfect. The Twins would have to pull down, now!
"Now, descend!" Said Smith, as the Twins brought the helicopter down...
Jones didn't even have time to scream as the front of the Huey's skid landed into the cockpit and crushed his seat, 7 tons of pressure sending the cockpit into disarray. The instruments used to fly the Harrier were destroyed, and the pilot was a hamburger pie now. Keller only screamed...
Smith almost flew into the cockpit as the Huey's skid hooked onto the inside of the falling Harrier's cockpit, and sent them both down, the helicopter being flipped end-over end. The Huey's rotor blades hit first, sending pieces of metal all over. Smith watched as, seemingly, the world reversed itself. Smith also managed to catch a small gray and orange flash skid along the ground.
It was a toboggan ride from hell, as the Harrier's belly slid along the ground like an oversized penguin on one of those documentaries sliding down an Antarctic slope. Keller felt sparks land around his face, burning it. He screamed louder, as the lobby of a skyscraper came into view. Keller saw frantic guards attempting to get out of the way as the Harrier slammed into the lobby, its jets making it continue to move forward. Keller must have hit the switch, because a volley of rockets and the second AARAM launched.
Smith was able to watch as the entire front of the Chester and Harman firms' HQ seemed to breathe fire like a hellish furnace, shrapnel flying into the street. Smith checked the Twins. They were alright, fortunately. Smith then rolled out of the flaming helicopter, the swords and Flare Gun his only weapons. The Twins then phased out of the Helicopter, going along- side Smith as they ran from the collapsing firms' HQ, the foundation severely pounded by the Harriers accidental volley. Dust and dirt from the falling building started picking up, and Smith didn't want to be anywhere near the building when that happened.
"Is there an exit around here?" said Smith, as he looked around at the buildings, checking their code for maintenance access. Smith then heard the familiar sounds of a Desert Eagle AE being fired, and a bullet whizzed by his ear. Smith pulled out the flare gun, and looked at the shooter.
The Agent held the pistol firmly in his hand, holding the heavy thing up with one hand. He looked no older than 18, and had blonde hair, and a good figure. He also looked vaguely like Smith. Smith put the Flare gun away and got out the Daisho pair. He squinted his eyes as the young looking Agent fired again.
Smith swung the swords, sending the bullet off to the side. Smith then felt a cloud of dust wash over him, blocking all view of the Agents weapon. Smith squinted, as granules of dust and dirt stung his eyes.
A second shot.
This time the round penetrated his shoulder, going all the way through. Smith could almost feel his shoulder explode. He let go of the Katana and heard it clang loudly.
The dust cleared.
Smith looked as the Agent, covered in dust, put the pistol away. A smirk played across the Agents lips as he started to talk.
"Well...I finally get to meet you...father..." Said the Agent, smirking even wider as Smiths eyes widened. Smith reached down to pick up the sword he dropped, but the Agent kicked him in the jaw. Smith was sent end over end, landing on a pick-up truck parked behind him. Smith then looked to the Agent as he picked up Smiths second sword. He grinned a bit, and slowly slid his fingers along the side of the blade.
"Well...they were right when they told me you had good tastes..." Said the Agent. Smith just growled and grabbed the first sword, witch was right next to him. He tried to move his left arm, but the bullet lodged in there, and Smith could feel it starting to pop out. Smith screamed in agony, as the Agent watched him writhe. He smirked.
"The name is A. Green, Agent Green...I am your upgrade Smith..." He said with a cocky tone. The Huey burned nearby, the fuel having been ignited, and the Harrier's fire still was burning in some places, flaming airplane shrapnel was scattered like debris from a volcano. Smith grunted and held the sword with one hand. It was the Katana, and it felt heavy in his hand.
"And you are obsolete...obsolete material is deleted!" he screamed, as he ran at Smith, the sword high into the air.
"And you are in-experienced." said Smith, as he quickly bent down onto his knees, thrusting out into Agent Green.
Green held a look of surprise, as the sword's tip plunged into his stomach. He made a bit of a 'gack!' sound, as blood rushed up his mouth. Smith pulled the sword out, and just as quickly, held it above Green's neck, as Green looked to Smith with a look of anger.
"I swear...before this is over.... I will delete you..." Said Green, as Smith sliced down on his neck.
His headless body flopped onto the pavement, as his body glowed green and warped back into the stockbroker whom Green took over. His head did the same, rolling down the street for a little bit.
Smith tossed the blood-drenched sword away, running to a building that held an exit. He assumed the Twins escaped, but in the end, didn't really care. He slammed the door open and limped up the steps. He ran into a closet door, exiting into a white corridor, and into a second door. He then landed into the Great Hall of the Chateau, falling to the ground, blood from the wound in his shoulder pouring onto the marble floor...
*The chapter ends here, and hopefully, you enjoyed it ^^;; If you did, review. I really enjoy all the comments I get about the story.*
04
(I decided to continue it because of how many people liked it. Even if chapter 3 was lacking, 4 and those chapters on will compensate, hopefully. As for now, enjoy the air chase.)
The aerial dispatch officer looked shocked, and somewhat perplexed. He held the phone in complete disbelief from what he was hearing.
"You have your orders...captain..." Said the voice on the line in a harsh tone. The Dispatch officer nodded, in nervous agreement, and put the phone down. He then made his way though the hangars to two experienced pilots.
"Jones, Keller, we have a...a...an 871...." the officer said to the bewildered pilots.
"Authorization to use the Harrier?!" Said Keller, who looked like he was just told that a flying pink elephant had just taken over the United States, and was establishing a Communist rule, and his wife had been turned into sauerkraut.
"Yeah, what I was thinking. Apparently, they have heavily armed suspects in a UH-64 Huey that has a browning .30. Why they want us to take down a helicopter with a jet is beyond me, but they authorized it, so I imagine there is some important reason why they want them down..." the officer said. Jones needed to hear no more. He grabbed his flight helmet from the footlocker at his bed and strapped it on. He then prepared to get into his flight jumpsuit. Keller, a little more anxious, grabbed his own jumpsuit and started to get it on as Jones ran for the tarp-covered machine.
Smith sighed a bit, panting as well. His undershirt was soaked with sweat and rainwater; his over-shirt was lost in the fight to get out of the trap tower alive. Smith knew that it had to have been a trap, set up by the mainframe. It had faces to place on names now, and also would know that the ex-agent was running with the Merovingians 'bandits'. He looked out the still open side door of the UH-64, and looked to the front, where the Twins were flying the whirly bird. Smith just wanted to lie down and stay there for all of time.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that looked like a thunderclap.
He then realized what it was, a rocket.
"Dive, now!" Smith screamed, as the Twins put the chopper in a shallow dive. The rocket screamed over their heads and just barely missed clipping the rotor blades. Smith leaned out the door, holding onto the side and stepping on the skid with one foot, and the other in the interior. He squinted a bit, and cursed.
What Smith could see, was the outline of a jet fighter. Only one jet fighter could be effective in going toe-to-toe with a helicopter.
It had to have been a Harrier AV-8, what kind was unknown to him, but the Agents must have pulled some real strings to get that thing in the air. Smith, armed only with a pair of swords and the Anti-Personnel .30 caliber, woefully underpowered against such a threat, was no match for such a weapon in the air. The Twins must have heard Smith curse, because one had turned his head around to look at Smith.
"What is the problem, Smith?" He said, the other Twin too distracted with flying to finish the others sentence.
"It's a Harrier...they are using a Harrier..." he said grimly, just as a flash sped by the helicopter and threatened to tip the craft head over heels. Smith held onto a rope fixed to the ceiling of the aircraft. The Huey managed to level itself out as the Harrier attempted to make another pass.
Smith, desperate for something to fight back with, knew that if he didn't have anything like a rocket launcher, the Huey would be severely mauled by the faster and more heavily armed Harrier. He needed an idea, and quick.
Then he saw it...
Perched on the side of the interior of the helicopter was an orange box with the word 'Emergency Use Flares' stamped across the front. Smith quickly reached out and sat on the floor, perching the box on a small shelf. He opened the box quickly and found a box of ten flares and a single shot, breach loading Flare Gun. The helicopter maneuvered, as dartingly and as quickly as a dragonfly, so Smith was careful in making sure none of the contents of the box flew out. Although the Huey was a dragonfly, the Harrier was a steroid pumped hawk hungry for bug. It swiftly locked on to the Huey.
Keller decided to use the AARAM missiles instead of the unguided rockets. Collateral damage in this packed city would look bad on his record. Jones lined up the Harrier to the back of the Huey, locking on. Keller's finger reached out to press the fire button...
The Huey's cockpit blared a warning of enemy lock-on, and Smith looked out the side door.
The Harrier kept behind them for now, only to launch a single guided Anti Air Rocket Assisted Missile towards them. Smith quickly loaded the Flare Gun and fired an orange globe out the side.
The AARAM changed its trajectory from the helicopter to the flare, exploding as soon as it made contact. Keller cursed his bad luck, and looked at Jones.
"Going in range for cannons."
"Roger that." said Keller to Jones, as he reached for the guns' firing switch.
Smith saw a stream of tracer bullets trail along side, and threaten to cut the aircraft in two. Thinking quickly, the Twins ascended, fast enough to make Smiths' ears pop. The Huey's skids actually skimmed the Harrier, sending the Huey in a tilt forward. The Twins quickly struggled to control the aircraft as the Harrier accelerated up into the sky to get out of the alley-like narrowness of the city. The Harrier almost slammed into a building, but quickly stopped and used it's jump-jets to rise vertically up the front of the skyscraper, the glass-pane front of the building reflected the image of the Harrier like a mirror.
The Huey slowly wobbled in the air, but regained control as Smith readied another flare. The Harrier was a speck on the horizon, but Smith, with his hands, ordered the Twins to turn the aircraft around to it's side. They did so, and Smith went to the .30 Browning. The Harrier would probably deflect the bullets, but Smith wanted to flex some of his offensive muscle. He aimed for the tiny image of the Harrier, and fired.
The Harriers pilots were suppressed when the glass shattered and the Harrier was slightly damaged by incoming fire. Jones was able to break away from the front of the building. This time, still with jump jets on, Keller locked onto the helicopter again, this time, collateral damage would be latter pained for, screw the innocent. The Huey had fired on them, and they were royally pissed. Keller sent a volley of rockets at the Huey.
Smiths' eyes widened slightly with the sight of the unguided rockets streaking at the Harrier, clearing the gap quickly. The Twins were still on the ball however, and plunged the aircraft down. They tapped the roof of a sedan and sent the roof caving in, the car swerving off the road and slamming into an apartment building. Smith enjoyed watching chaos, but now was not the time. He held onto the .30 again, as the Twins sped forward, speeding along 20 feet above the street, thinking that the Harrier would not follow.
They were proven wrong, as an unguided rocket slammed into the pavement just feet away from the helicopter. The rotor blades got dangerously close to clipping the ground and sending the Huey into an uncontrollable spin. Disaster was averted however, and they got back to trying to out-fly the Harrier. The Huey quickly dodged the incoming cannon fire, but the denizens that were in the mid-day commute were not so lucky, as bullets sprayed down the road.
Smith had a dangerous idea to bring the Harrier down. He looked to the Twins in the front cockpit, and pointed up. They got the message, and brought the Huey up, higher than the Harrier. The Harrier then attempted to pull up.
"When I say so, bring the chopper down, not a second latter!" Said Smith. To pull this off, they would need perfect timing.
The Huey's skids were just under the left turbo-fan of the Harrier. Smith watched as the helicopter went slightly more to the left, then a bit to the right, over the turbo-fan again. Smith's eyes squinted as he waited for the skid to get in the right position...
It was perfect. The Twins would have to pull down, now!
"Now, descend!" Said Smith, as the Twins brought the helicopter down...
Jones didn't even have time to scream as the front of the Huey's skid landed into the cockpit and crushed his seat, 7 tons of pressure sending the cockpit into disarray. The instruments used to fly the Harrier were destroyed, and the pilot was a hamburger pie now. Keller only screamed...
Smith almost flew into the cockpit as the Huey's skid hooked onto the inside of the falling Harrier's cockpit, and sent them both down, the helicopter being flipped end-over end. The Huey's rotor blades hit first, sending pieces of metal all over. Smith watched as, seemingly, the world reversed itself. Smith also managed to catch a small gray and orange flash skid along the ground.
It was a toboggan ride from hell, as the Harrier's belly slid along the ground like an oversized penguin on one of those documentaries sliding down an Antarctic slope. Keller felt sparks land around his face, burning it. He screamed louder, as the lobby of a skyscraper came into view. Keller saw frantic guards attempting to get out of the way as the Harrier slammed into the lobby, its jets making it continue to move forward. Keller must have hit the switch, because a volley of rockets and the second AARAM launched.
Smith was able to watch as the entire front of the Chester and Harman firms' HQ seemed to breathe fire like a hellish furnace, shrapnel flying into the street. Smith checked the Twins. They were alright, fortunately. Smith then rolled out of the flaming helicopter, the swords and Flare Gun his only weapons. The Twins then phased out of the Helicopter, going along- side Smith as they ran from the collapsing firms' HQ, the foundation severely pounded by the Harriers accidental volley. Dust and dirt from the falling building started picking up, and Smith didn't want to be anywhere near the building when that happened.
"Is there an exit around here?" said Smith, as he looked around at the buildings, checking their code for maintenance access. Smith then heard the familiar sounds of a Desert Eagle AE being fired, and a bullet whizzed by his ear. Smith pulled out the flare gun, and looked at the shooter.
The Agent held the pistol firmly in his hand, holding the heavy thing up with one hand. He looked no older than 18, and had blonde hair, and a good figure. He also looked vaguely like Smith. Smith put the Flare gun away and got out the Daisho pair. He squinted his eyes as the young looking Agent fired again.
Smith swung the swords, sending the bullet off to the side. Smith then felt a cloud of dust wash over him, blocking all view of the Agents weapon. Smith squinted, as granules of dust and dirt stung his eyes.
A second shot.
This time the round penetrated his shoulder, going all the way through. Smith could almost feel his shoulder explode. He let go of the Katana and heard it clang loudly.
The dust cleared.
Smith looked as the Agent, covered in dust, put the pistol away. A smirk played across the Agents lips as he started to talk.
"Well...I finally get to meet you...father..." Said the Agent, smirking even wider as Smiths eyes widened. Smith reached down to pick up the sword he dropped, but the Agent kicked him in the jaw. Smith was sent end over end, landing on a pick-up truck parked behind him. Smith then looked to the Agent as he picked up Smiths second sword. He grinned a bit, and slowly slid his fingers along the side of the blade.
"Well...they were right when they told me you had good tastes..." Said the Agent. Smith just growled and grabbed the first sword, witch was right next to him. He tried to move his left arm, but the bullet lodged in there, and Smith could feel it starting to pop out. Smith screamed in agony, as the Agent watched him writhe. He smirked.
"The name is A. Green, Agent Green...I am your upgrade Smith..." He said with a cocky tone. The Huey burned nearby, the fuel having been ignited, and the Harrier's fire still was burning in some places, flaming airplane shrapnel was scattered like debris from a volcano. Smith grunted and held the sword with one hand. It was the Katana, and it felt heavy in his hand.
"And you are obsolete...obsolete material is deleted!" he screamed, as he ran at Smith, the sword high into the air.
"And you are in-experienced." said Smith, as he quickly bent down onto his knees, thrusting out into Agent Green.
Green held a look of surprise, as the sword's tip plunged into his stomach. He made a bit of a 'gack!' sound, as blood rushed up his mouth. Smith pulled the sword out, and just as quickly, held it above Green's neck, as Green looked to Smith with a look of anger.
"I swear...before this is over.... I will delete you..." Said Green, as Smith sliced down on his neck.
His headless body flopped onto the pavement, as his body glowed green and warped back into the stockbroker whom Green took over. His head did the same, rolling down the street for a little bit.
Smith tossed the blood-drenched sword away, running to a building that held an exit. He assumed the Twins escaped, but in the end, didn't really care. He slammed the door open and limped up the steps. He ran into a closet door, exiting into a white corridor, and into a second door. He then landed into the Great Hall of the Chateau, falling to the ground, blood from the wound in his shoulder pouring onto the marble floor...
*The chapter ends here, and hopefully, you enjoyed it ^^;; If you did, review. I really enjoy all the comments I get about the story.*