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(The 6th chapter. Another action packed chapter. Also shows where I think the Château is. Enjoy ^^. Hope you appreciate this. BTW, there is going to be some Terminator references, since I just saw T3.)
Lt. Commander Gerdux Meirot, member of the Spec-Ops team GIGN, was sitting down, enjoying a nice cup of coffee. He brought the cup to his lips. It felt good going down his throat. It was pretty cold up here in the French Alps, and a nice warm pot of French Roast was always comforting. He slowly put his hand to the paper, looking at it.
International news stated that one Harrier AV-II was brought down, and destroyed. The detonation took place in a high-rise. It didn't state the city, odd. Gerdux put the coffee down and took a better look at the paper, when his door opened.
In came in a man dressed in a black and white suit. He wore Sunglasses, and looked very, very well kept. Interpol maybe? Gerdux hated meeting up with this kind of person. He had blonde hair. That was a little odd, in his book.
"Hello.mister Meirot.." He said in an almost down-looking tone.
"And what do you want, sir?" said Gerdux, as he put his hands in front of himself. He watched as the man looked around the room slowly. Gerdux then crossed his arms, looking at the man.
"59.4 miles away from our exact location is a base of operations for a terrorist group.." Said the man. His tone was creepy. He drew out every word as if to give it more meaning. He then handed him some papers. Gerdux took the papers. It showed what looked like print outs of an anti-abortion site. Gerdux looked a bit skeptical, and was about to ask what this was, when he was interrupted.
"The American government is requesting the assistance of GIGN for this operation.you will of course be assisted by U.S Special Forces..We have already made the preparations and have contacted your superiors." Said the man. Gerdux slowly brought the coffee down and stood up, looking at him.
"For one, I have never heard of this group before. Second, I have no idea who the hell you are with or what you want. I don't see any identification; I will have you escorted off the site. Understand?" Said Gerdux, as he looked the man right in the sunglasses.
"My name, Mister Meirot, is A Green, Agent Green. And here are the official papers you require." Said Green, as he handed out a bunch of papers. Gerdux flipped through them, but still looked skeptical.
"And why haven't you just gone to them yourself?? You have the big-wigs authority, correct??" Said Gerdux. Green dismissed the question.
"Please, just get your people ready." Green said, starting to get irritated. Gerdux could sense it, and sighed.
"Fine, but I am not risking my people."
Smith sat at a large couch, looking at the wall. Normally, he would have something to do, but now, it was just slow coming. He looked at his hands, the cuts were healing. At least he kept the ability to quickly heal. He ran a hand through his hair, and looked up to the ceiling. He then stood up and stretched a little bit. He looked out to a window, walking to it and looking out it. The sun greeted him with gentle warmth that made him feel much more relaxed.
Suddenly, there was a flash.
Smith squinted a bit, and then turned tail and ran away from the window. As he did, he jumped over the couch and took cover.
Suddenly, a TOW missile slammed into the window where Smith was. Bits of plaster flew all over the place, and a fine tinge of dust drifted around. Glass exploded onto the couch, and a wisp of flame went over the couch. Smith slowly stood up just in time to see a BO105AT1 French army helicopter zoom over the château. He heard at least two other helicopters over the château. Smith knew enough about helicopters to be able to recognize one when it flew over his head. Smith quickly ran upstairs.
Another blast rocked the building. The Mero was holding an Uzi, and as Smith came upstairs, he looked to him.
"Damnit, Smith. Did you tell them?!" He said, as he held the loaded Uzi up in one hand.
"No, I didn't. Why would you think something so ridiculous?!" Said Smith.
"I don't know, maybe it is because you punched me in the face??" Said the Mero, angered. Smith then moved past him. Suddenly, a third blast rocked the building. Smith grabbed onto a chair to hold himself up. He then rushed to the gun safe, and opened the door as quickly as he could. The door was already closed before, and now Smith could see almost half the guns were gone.
Smith grabbed an M1 Garand that had been left there. He also grabbed a one shot, breech loading hunting pistol. It came with a scope and looked quite powerful. He then took boxes of the corresponding ammo. He would need to get better weaponry latter on. Smith heard gunshots on the roof. He slung the M1 over his shoulder and ran up the stairs.
The scene on the roof was total chaos. Bodies of the Mero's men mixed in with the green cammo of what looked like Green Berets. The attackers came down from a UH-60 Black hawk. Smith put himself behind some statues that were demolished. He then put the barrel of the Garand onto a statue, holding it and aiming for the soldier's faces, knowing that the bullets would be too weak to penetrate the armor.
There was a bang sound, it wasn't too loud, and a solider fell from a round in the face. Smith then aimed for a second solider. But one of them spotted him and fired at him with an M4. Smith ducked as the bullets peppered the plaster, sending chunks and chips around. Suddenly, one of them screamed.
"Fire in the hole!!"
A grenade landed by Smith's feet. He grabbed it quickly and tossed it to the side. There was a loud explosion and more plaster fell around. Smith then turned around and fired at the soldiers, their armor deflecting the bullets and making the soldiers fall onto their backs. Smith then twirled out the pistol, and loaded in a bullet. As he did, the solider stood up.
Smith fired the pistol with one hand. The recoil was surprising. The bullet slammed into the solder's chest, making him go limp. The other solders quickly retaliated, sending a barrage of shots, making more plaster fly around. Smith holstered the pistol and picked up the Garand again. He fired a shot into the second-to-last soldier's face, when the clip, the only one he had, was depleted, and the whole thing ejected out the top. Smith was now weaponless, as the pistol only had one bullet.
Smith then got a really dumb idea.
He grabbed the Garand, and leaped over the statue. As he did, he ran at the solider, which was caught off guard by Smith's suicidal attack. Before he could bring the gun up, Smith swung.
The butt of the Garand slammed into the side of the soldier's helmet. Making the solider drop his weapon and fall to the side. Smith quickly dropped his rifle and picked up the soldiers M4. Smith then fired the whole clip into his chest.
Smith slid out the clip, grabbed another one from a dead body, slid it into the magazine holder, and readied the weapon. Smith then, suddenly, saw the BO105AT1 fly up vertically from the side of the Château; its weapons were aimed at Smith.
This was a different chopper, Smith could tell looking at the armament. Two 30MM multi-barreled chain guns were where the missiles were on the second chopper. They then aimed for Smith.
He raised his weapon, aiming for the large bubble canopy in the front.
He then saw the barrels rotate, making clicking and whirring sounds.
Smith jumped back suddenly, as the place he was standing at exploded in a hail of bullets and flying plaster. Smith landed on his back and scrambled for a small utility shed on the roof. As he did, the plaster behind him started blowing away from being turned into dust by the chain-guns. Smith dove into the shed and ducked under a work bench as the shed was peppered with rounds.
There were loud 'thunka-thunka' sounds as the metal of the shed was penetrated by the rounds. The roof was blown to smithereens. The nuts, screws and nails that were on the table above him were scattered as their holders were shot into melted plastic. Power tools were blown into smaller and smaller pieces. A buzz-saw blade came close to decapitating Smith as he took cover under the table. Suddenly, the fire stopped.
Francis Perot cursed. The guns on his chopper had over heated. He pulled up and let the air cool the chain-guns.
Smith saw this as his chance. He knew this model of helicopter, as he had once downloaded the info during a cram-fest. He raised the M4 and aimed it at the chopper, just behind the cockpit. He fired a three round burst.
Francis' last moments before the bullets ruptured the fuel tank of the chopper was an intense burning pain. The cockpit exploded and the frame of the chopper fell backwards into a ravine. Smith had ran over and peered over the side.
He sighed a bit and rose the M4's barrel up into the air, the stock pressed up against his ribs, holding it by the grip with one hand. He walked away as a column of flame came up from the ravine and drifted up to the air. Smith then walked into a hall way. He then saw some Green Berets, their back turned to Smith. They were engaging some of the Mero's men. Smith looked ahead, and saw Prometheus, ducking and holding a USP Match while hiding under a table; the Mero's men were slowed down by the Beret's bullets.
"Why aren't they going down?! That fed nailed them easy!"
Smith's blood froze. A fed, an Agent..
Smith put the gun down and slung it under his arm, holding the M4 'Rambo- Style'. He then proceeded to spray the hall with the M4 rounds.
The Berets fell onto their faces, screaming loudly and holding their backs, if they weren't struck dead first. Smith then heard a yell and turned around.
A Beret held a combat knife, screaming 'bastard!' and held a look of anger. Smith quickly whipped the gun around and slammed the stock into the Beret's face, along with his elbow. The Beret dropped his knife and fell back with a thud, his mouth and nose making rivers of crimson. Smith had snapped his neck.
"Nice shot.." Said Prometheus. He was the only defender around. Smith assumed the others had left for some reason.
"Oh, I figured you would want this." He said, as he fished out the sunglasses from his short pocket. Smith put them on and then foraged around for more Ammo. Prometheus then held out the USP to him.
"Take it; you would make better use of it than I would." Smith yanked it out of Prometheus' hand, and then looked at him.
"Good luck getting out of here.." Said Smith. Prometheus just smirked.
"I aint getting out, im simply moving the place. Just make sure none of those agents tries to alter the programming of the Château. If they do, then were sunk. Understand?" Said Prometheus. Smith slowly nodded.
"Alright, how many Agents?"
"Um..last scan showed...three." Said Prometheus. Smith's eyebrows rose.
"Three??" said Smith a bit surprised. Prometheus just nodded.
"But im sure you can hold em off. I also saw some GIGN Puma's circling around earyer. Those guys are highly trained Spec-Ops, some of the best in the world.."
"I can handle them, but the Agents might be more difficult. Just do whatever you need to do as fast as you can." Said Smith, as he walked off. Prometheus ran to the control room.
Smith had gotten to the main courtyard of the Château and tried to run across it, when suddenly, a shot rang out.
Smith jumped back and looked around for any thing.
A second shot. There was a sniper! Smith ran to a pillar as a third shot rang out. He pressed his back against it, and sighed a bit. What was he going to do? He needed to get to the other end of the court-yard, but needed to ether distract, or eliminate the sniper..
The GIGN sniper carefully held the PSG1 in his hands; years of training and mission experience were focused on this single man right now. Explosions sounded out around him, but he did not even blink. He didn't move, for if he did, it might be enough for his target to escape, or worse, fight back. He focused on the Pillar, and could wait as long as the target did..
Smith had to get out of this place. If the GIGN sniper radioed in..it could be bad, to say the least. He waved a hand out from the pillar, and within half a millisecond, brought it back as a 7.62MM round nearly nicked him. He then looked at his belt.
The USP was in the 'Match' form. It was also nickel plated, and could retract the sun. Smith had an idea. Slowly, he tossed away the M4 and walked out from the pillar, his hands up.
He then started trying to crunch the numbers, getting the math right would be easy, but could he do it in time?
The GIGN sniper had one simple order, take no prisoners. He didn't question what he was told, so he gently started pressing down on the trigger.
That was until he could no longer see..
Smith had pulled out the gun just right, and the sun reflected the light off the USP. He then quickly pointed it at a rough estimate of where he was. One quick squeeze was all it took.
There was the sound of glass breaking as a .45 bullet cleared the distance and pierced the skull of the man. Smith sighed a bit, still dressed in what he was wearing almost two days ago, and sweating like mad. He didn't sweat like a pig, because it was illogical, pigs do not sweat.
He then got of the subject of pork and ran to the other end of the courtyard. He was almost home free.
Suddenly, a blur landed in front of him, and Smith went flying back into the pillars, crashing through them and landing flat on his back. He slowly stood up and looked at his assailant.
Green..
He smirked a bit as he adjusted his shades and quickly drew his DE.50 AE. He quickly fired shot after shot into the rubble, hoping to nail Smith with one of the specially programmed bullets. They were like a mini-virus, created to disrupt the coding of programs. That was the reason why so many of the Merovingian guards had died.
Suddenly, Green was slammed to the side as a huge pillar slammed into the side of his head. He tumbled a bit, and landed onto the ground. Smith dropped the pillar and climbed out of the pile of rubble that was once an intricate fountain. He then walked over to Green and was about to grab him, when Green's foot kicked out and hit Smith in the knee.
Smith hit the ground face first, and Green vaulted up, as he rushed over and did a mid-air flip, thrusting himself down feet first at Smith's head.
Smith rolled over to the side just as Green slammed his feet into the ground with a loud crack. Smith then hopped up a bit on the roll to get onto his hands, and used then to hop up onto his feet. Smith then sent a roundhouse kick straight at the side of Green's head. Green caught the leg and then flung it and him away. Smith landed on a wall, witch was enough to send his sunglasses flying away. Smith left a crater in the wall, and slowly started to slide down.
Green rushed over before he could, however, and started sending punches into his gut. Green smirked and sent a final punch into his gut, sending him through a wall. Smith made a bit of a groan and flopped over onto his gut and tried crawling away.
"ah, ah, ah..not that easy, Smith." Said Green with a smirk as he walked over to him and kicked him roughly down the marble hall. He slammed into a suit of armor, and made a small groan. Green picked Smith up by the collar and slammed him into a wall by the face. Smith made a sharp cry of pain as his face was busted. Then Green slid him along the wall, creating a deep trench along it. He then slammed his face into another wall, and then threw him back to the same wall on his back. He then sent an elbow into his gut and stood back, watching as Smith fell onto his hands and knees, coughing up blood. Green then pulled out his Desert Eagle, and pulled back the hammer.
"Sorry Smith. Consider this your retirement package.." Green said as he smirked.
"Hey!" Yelled a familiar voice. Green and Smith both turned their heads to look at Vigen, who was holding a RPG and aiming it at them. He had a cocky smile on his face.
"From Russia with love, asshole!" He said, as he fired the RPG. Green, not thinking about dodging, but shooting Vigen instead, spun the weapon around at him. Vigen had already pressed the trigger..
One rocket propelled grenade slammed into Green's chest, making him fly down the corridor, the contrail of the rocket could be seen as he flew down the hall screaming "Smith!" at the top of his lungs. The rocket then detonated in a fireball, as Smith slowly tried standing up. Smith then looked to Vigen as he ran over to him, dropping the RPG.
"You ok?" Said Vigen, as he grabbed Smith by the arm and held him up Smith sighed a bit.
"Im fine.we need to distract the Agents long enough for Prometheus to get this place to another area. Three Agents. It's a tall order, are you sure I can depend on you to do it?" Vigen smirked and then produced a rather large looking six-barreled Grenade launcher from his black trench coat. He then flicked it down and loaded six grenades in it.
"I call this the 40-MM Agent Killer. It should keep them at bay.." He said, as he ran off. Smith blinked a bit, and then looked down.
An Agent's Desert Eagle .50
This would come in handy..He grabbed it, and suddenly gasped a bit. It coursed through his body, a definite presence. He stood up, and felt that feeling, that the gun was part of him, a piece of him again. But it felt even better. Smith felt revitalized, like he had all the energy in the Matrix. He smiled and stood up, walking off with the gun in his hand. There were two other Agents to worry about...
Smith would do the impossible..
With this gun in his hand..
He would destroy his former friends...
Time to show them why he was their superior...
*Chapter six ends here, at a cliffhanger you could say. Although I am not too sure I should end it here, I think that if it goes on any longer, it will be too big! Anyway, im sorry for the long delay. Chapy 7 will be up soon! ^_^*
(The 6th chapter. Another action packed chapter. Also shows where I think the Château is. Enjoy ^^. Hope you appreciate this. BTW, there is going to be some Terminator references, since I just saw T3.)
Lt. Commander Gerdux Meirot, member of the Spec-Ops team GIGN, was sitting down, enjoying a nice cup of coffee. He brought the cup to his lips. It felt good going down his throat. It was pretty cold up here in the French Alps, and a nice warm pot of French Roast was always comforting. He slowly put his hand to the paper, looking at it.
International news stated that one Harrier AV-II was brought down, and destroyed. The detonation took place in a high-rise. It didn't state the city, odd. Gerdux put the coffee down and took a better look at the paper, when his door opened.
In came in a man dressed in a black and white suit. He wore Sunglasses, and looked very, very well kept. Interpol maybe? Gerdux hated meeting up with this kind of person. He had blonde hair. That was a little odd, in his book.
"Hello.mister Meirot.." He said in an almost down-looking tone.
"And what do you want, sir?" said Gerdux, as he put his hands in front of himself. He watched as the man looked around the room slowly. Gerdux then crossed his arms, looking at the man.
"59.4 miles away from our exact location is a base of operations for a terrorist group.." Said the man. His tone was creepy. He drew out every word as if to give it more meaning. He then handed him some papers. Gerdux took the papers. It showed what looked like print outs of an anti-abortion site. Gerdux looked a bit skeptical, and was about to ask what this was, when he was interrupted.
"The American government is requesting the assistance of GIGN for this operation.you will of course be assisted by U.S Special Forces..We have already made the preparations and have contacted your superiors." Said the man. Gerdux slowly brought the coffee down and stood up, looking at him.
"For one, I have never heard of this group before. Second, I have no idea who the hell you are with or what you want. I don't see any identification; I will have you escorted off the site. Understand?" Said Gerdux, as he looked the man right in the sunglasses.
"My name, Mister Meirot, is A Green, Agent Green. And here are the official papers you require." Said Green, as he handed out a bunch of papers. Gerdux flipped through them, but still looked skeptical.
"And why haven't you just gone to them yourself?? You have the big-wigs authority, correct??" Said Gerdux. Green dismissed the question.
"Please, just get your people ready." Green said, starting to get irritated. Gerdux could sense it, and sighed.
"Fine, but I am not risking my people."
Smith sat at a large couch, looking at the wall. Normally, he would have something to do, but now, it was just slow coming. He looked at his hands, the cuts were healing. At least he kept the ability to quickly heal. He ran a hand through his hair, and looked up to the ceiling. He then stood up and stretched a little bit. He looked out to a window, walking to it and looking out it. The sun greeted him with gentle warmth that made him feel much more relaxed.
Suddenly, there was a flash.
Smith squinted a bit, and then turned tail and ran away from the window. As he did, he jumped over the couch and took cover.
Suddenly, a TOW missile slammed into the window where Smith was. Bits of plaster flew all over the place, and a fine tinge of dust drifted around. Glass exploded onto the couch, and a wisp of flame went over the couch. Smith slowly stood up just in time to see a BO105AT1 French army helicopter zoom over the château. He heard at least two other helicopters over the château. Smith knew enough about helicopters to be able to recognize one when it flew over his head. Smith quickly ran upstairs.
Another blast rocked the building. The Mero was holding an Uzi, and as Smith came upstairs, he looked to him.
"Damnit, Smith. Did you tell them?!" He said, as he held the loaded Uzi up in one hand.
"No, I didn't. Why would you think something so ridiculous?!" Said Smith.
"I don't know, maybe it is because you punched me in the face??" Said the Mero, angered. Smith then moved past him. Suddenly, a third blast rocked the building. Smith grabbed onto a chair to hold himself up. He then rushed to the gun safe, and opened the door as quickly as he could. The door was already closed before, and now Smith could see almost half the guns were gone.
Smith grabbed an M1 Garand that had been left there. He also grabbed a one shot, breech loading hunting pistol. It came with a scope and looked quite powerful. He then took boxes of the corresponding ammo. He would need to get better weaponry latter on. Smith heard gunshots on the roof. He slung the M1 over his shoulder and ran up the stairs.
The scene on the roof was total chaos. Bodies of the Mero's men mixed in with the green cammo of what looked like Green Berets. The attackers came down from a UH-60 Black hawk. Smith put himself behind some statues that were demolished. He then put the barrel of the Garand onto a statue, holding it and aiming for the soldier's faces, knowing that the bullets would be too weak to penetrate the armor.
There was a bang sound, it wasn't too loud, and a solider fell from a round in the face. Smith then aimed for a second solider. But one of them spotted him and fired at him with an M4. Smith ducked as the bullets peppered the plaster, sending chunks and chips around. Suddenly, one of them screamed.
"Fire in the hole!!"
A grenade landed by Smith's feet. He grabbed it quickly and tossed it to the side. There was a loud explosion and more plaster fell around. Smith then turned around and fired at the soldiers, their armor deflecting the bullets and making the soldiers fall onto their backs. Smith then twirled out the pistol, and loaded in a bullet. As he did, the solider stood up.
Smith fired the pistol with one hand. The recoil was surprising. The bullet slammed into the solder's chest, making him go limp. The other solders quickly retaliated, sending a barrage of shots, making more plaster fly around. Smith holstered the pistol and picked up the Garand again. He fired a shot into the second-to-last soldier's face, when the clip, the only one he had, was depleted, and the whole thing ejected out the top. Smith was now weaponless, as the pistol only had one bullet.
Smith then got a really dumb idea.
He grabbed the Garand, and leaped over the statue. As he did, he ran at the solider, which was caught off guard by Smith's suicidal attack. Before he could bring the gun up, Smith swung.
The butt of the Garand slammed into the side of the soldier's helmet. Making the solider drop his weapon and fall to the side. Smith quickly dropped his rifle and picked up the soldiers M4. Smith then fired the whole clip into his chest.
Smith slid out the clip, grabbed another one from a dead body, slid it into the magazine holder, and readied the weapon. Smith then, suddenly, saw the BO105AT1 fly up vertically from the side of the Château; its weapons were aimed at Smith.
This was a different chopper, Smith could tell looking at the armament. Two 30MM multi-barreled chain guns were where the missiles were on the second chopper. They then aimed for Smith.
He raised his weapon, aiming for the large bubble canopy in the front.
He then saw the barrels rotate, making clicking and whirring sounds.
Smith jumped back suddenly, as the place he was standing at exploded in a hail of bullets and flying plaster. Smith landed on his back and scrambled for a small utility shed on the roof. As he did, the plaster behind him started blowing away from being turned into dust by the chain-guns. Smith dove into the shed and ducked under a work bench as the shed was peppered with rounds.
There were loud 'thunka-thunka' sounds as the metal of the shed was penetrated by the rounds. The roof was blown to smithereens. The nuts, screws and nails that were on the table above him were scattered as their holders were shot into melted plastic. Power tools were blown into smaller and smaller pieces. A buzz-saw blade came close to decapitating Smith as he took cover under the table. Suddenly, the fire stopped.
Francis Perot cursed. The guns on his chopper had over heated. He pulled up and let the air cool the chain-guns.
Smith saw this as his chance. He knew this model of helicopter, as he had once downloaded the info during a cram-fest. He raised the M4 and aimed it at the chopper, just behind the cockpit. He fired a three round burst.
Francis' last moments before the bullets ruptured the fuel tank of the chopper was an intense burning pain. The cockpit exploded and the frame of the chopper fell backwards into a ravine. Smith had ran over and peered over the side.
He sighed a bit and rose the M4's barrel up into the air, the stock pressed up against his ribs, holding it by the grip with one hand. He walked away as a column of flame came up from the ravine and drifted up to the air. Smith then walked into a hall way. He then saw some Green Berets, their back turned to Smith. They were engaging some of the Mero's men. Smith looked ahead, and saw Prometheus, ducking and holding a USP Match while hiding under a table; the Mero's men were slowed down by the Beret's bullets.
"Why aren't they going down?! That fed nailed them easy!"
Smith's blood froze. A fed, an Agent..
Smith put the gun down and slung it under his arm, holding the M4 'Rambo- Style'. He then proceeded to spray the hall with the M4 rounds.
The Berets fell onto their faces, screaming loudly and holding their backs, if they weren't struck dead first. Smith then heard a yell and turned around.
A Beret held a combat knife, screaming 'bastard!' and held a look of anger. Smith quickly whipped the gun around and slammed the stock into the Beret's face, along with his elbow. The Beret dropped his knife and fell back with a thud, his mouth and nose making rivers of crimson. Smith had snapped his neck.
"Nice shot.." Said Prometheus. He was the only defender around. Smith assumed the others had left for some reason.
"Oh, I figured you would want this." He said, as he fished out the sunglasses from his short pocket. Smith put them on and then foraged around for more Ammo. Prometheus then held out the USP to him.
"Take it; you would make better use of it than I would." Smith yanked it out of Prometheus' hand, and then looked at him.
"Good luck getting out of here.." Said Smith. Prometheus just smirked.
"I aint getting out, im simply moving the place. Just make sure none of those agents tries to alter the programming of the Château. If they do, then were sunk. Understand?" Said Prometheus. Smith slowly nodded.
"Alright, how many Agents?"
"Um..last scan showed...three." Said Prometheus. Smith's eyebrows rose.
"Three??" said Smith a bit surprised. Prometheus just nodded.
"But im sure you can hold em off. I also saw some GIGN Puma's circling around earyer. Those guys are highly trained Spec-Ops, some of the best in the world.."
"I can handle them, but the Agents might be more difficult. Just do whatever you need to do as fast as you can." Said Smith, as he walked off. Prometheus ran to the control room.
Smith had gotten to the main courtyard of the Château and tried to run across it, when suddenly, a shot rang out.
Smith jumped back and looked around for any thing.
A second shot. There was a sniper! Smith ran to a pillar as a third shot rang out. He pressed his back against it, and sighed a bit. What was he going to do? He needed to get to the other end of the court-yard, but needed to ether distract, or eliminate the sniper..
The GIGN sniper carefully held the PSG1 in his hands; years of training and mission experience were focused on this single man right now. Explosions sounded out around him, but he did not even blink. He didn't move, for if he did, it might be enough for his target to escape, or worse, fight back. He focused on the Pillar, and could wait as long as the target did..
Smith had to get out of this place. If the GIGN sniper radioed in..it could be bad, to say the least. He waved a hand out from the pillar, and within half a millisecond, brought it back as a 7.62MM round nearly nicked him. He then looked at his belt.
The USP was in the 'Match' form. It was also nickel plated, and could retract the sun. Smith had an idea. Slowly, he tossed away the M4 and walked out from the pillar, his hands up.
He then started trying to crunch the numbers, getting the math right would be easy, but could he do it in time?
The GIGN sniper had one simple order, take no prisoners. He didn't question what he was told, so he gently started pressing down on the trigger.
That was until he could no longer see..
Smith had pulled out the gun just right, and the sun reflected the light off the USP. He then quickly pointed it at a rough estimate of where he was. One quick squeeze was all it took.
There was the sound of glass breaking as a .45 bullet cleared the distance and pierced the skull of the man. Smith sighed a bit, still dressed in what he was wearing almost two days ago, and sweating like mad. He didn't sweat like a pig, because it was illogical, pigs do not sweat.
He then got of the subject of pork and ran to the other end of the courtyard. He was almost home free.
Suddenly, a blur landed in front of him, and Smith went flying back into the pillars, crashing through them and landing flat on his back. He slowly stood up and looked at his assailant.
Green..
He smirked a bit as he adjusted his shades and quickly drew his DE.50 AE. He quickly fired shot after shot into the rubble, hoping to nail Smith with one of the specially programmed bullets. They were like a mini-virus, created to disrupt the coding of programs. That was the reason why so many of the Merovingian guards had died.
Suddenly, Green was slammed to the side as a huge pillar slammed into the side of his head. He tumbled a bit, and landed onto the ground. Smith dropped the pillar and climbed out of the pile of rubble that was once an intricate fountain. He then walked over to Green and was about to grab him, when Green's foot kicked out and hit Smith in the knee.
Smith hit the ground face first, and Green vaulted up, as he rushed over and did a mid-air flip, thrusting himself down feet first at Smith's head.
Smith rolled over to the side just as Green slammed his feet into the ground with a loud crack. Smith then hopped up a bit on the roll to get onto his hands, and used then to hop up onto his feet. Smith then sent a roundhouse kick straight at the side of Green's head. Green caught the leg and then flung it and him away. Smith landed on a wall, witch was enough to send his sunglasses flying away. Smith left a crater in the wall, and slowly started to slide down.
Green rushed over before he could, however, and started sending punches into his gut. Green smirked and sent a final punch into his gut, sending him through a wall. Smith made a bit of a groan and flopped over onto his gut and tried crawling away.
"ah, ah, ah..not that easy, Smith." Said Green with a smirk as he walked over to him and kicked him roughly down the marble hall. He slammed into a suit of armor, and made a small groan. Green picked Smith up by the collar and slammed him into a wall by the face. Smith made a sharp cry of pain as his face was busted. Then Green slid him along the wall, creating a deep trench along it. He then slammed his face into another wall, and then threw him back to the same wall on his back. He then sent an elbow into his gut and stood back, watching as Smith fell onto his hands and knees, coughing up blood. Green then pulled out his Desert Eagle, and pulled back the hammer.
"Sorry Smith. Consider this your retirement package.." Green said as he smirked.
"Hey!" Yelled a familiar voice. Green and Smith both turned their heads to look at Vigen, who was holding a RPG and aiming it at them. He had a cocky smile on his face.
"From Russia with love, asshole!" He said, as he fired the RPG. Green, not thinking about dodging, but shooting Vigen instead, spun the weapon around at him. Vigen had already pressed the trigger..
One rocket propelled grenade slammed into Green's chest, making him fly down the corridor, the contrail of the rocket could be seen as he flew down the hall screaming "Smith!" at the top of his lungs. The rocket then detonated in a fireball, as Smith slowly tried standing up. Smith then looked to Vigen as he ran over to him, dropping the RPG.
"You ok?" Said Vigen, as he grabbed Smith by the arm and held him up Smith sighed a bit.
"Im fine.we need to distract the Agents long enough for Prometheus to get this place to another area. Three Agents. It's a tall order, are you sure I can depend on you to do it?" Vigen smirked and then produced a rather large looking six-barreled Grenade launcher from his black trench coat. He then flicked it down and loaded six grenades in it.
"I call this the 40-MM Agent Killer. It should keep them at bay.." He said, as he ran off. Smith blinked a bit, and then looked down.
An Agent's Desert Eagle .50
This would come in handy..He grabbed it, and suddenly gasped a bit. It coursed through his body, a definite presence. He stood up, and felt that feeling, that the gun was part of him, a piece of him again. But it felt even better. Smith felt revitalized, like he had all the energy in the Matrix. He smiled and stood up, walking off with the gun in his hand. There were two other Agents to worry about...
Smith would do the impossible..
With this gun in his hand..
He would destroy his former friends...
Time to show them why he was their superior...
*Chapter six ends here, at a cliffhanger you could say. Although I am not too sure I should end it here, I think that if it goes on any longer, it will be too big! Anyway, im sorry for the long delay. Chapy 7 will be up soon! ^_^*