A/n: Chapter 3 already? Damn I'm good. Welcome back to a story of action, adventure, and angst for our beloved hero Scorpion. WHAT?! HE ONLY HAS TWO ADMIRERS?! Well Shardclaw, since you are the only faithful reviewer I have for this story, I will continue writing for your sake. Scorpion belongs to me, while Greg and Linn belong to Shardclaw. Last time, Scorpion, with the help of his pal Nagu Masaki, landed in Cuba and began his insertion into Castro's secret base. There, he discovered that he is not up against normal Cuban soldiers, but Genome soldiers. D'oh! THE HUMANITY!!!!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I have enough funds for ranting, but no funds for a good disclaimer. Ain't that about a bitch.

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Chapter 3

Labs and Weapons

FOXHOUND Control...

Mei-Ling and Colonel Campbell sat in the dark control room drinking coffee. Though Scorpion didn't know, they had seen the outcome of Scorpion's battle for the elevator.

"How did James become like this?" Mei-Ling asked.

"Let me tell you a story Mei-Ling," Campbell said from where he sat. "It's about a former Commander of Delta Squadron named Victor Masterson. He was one of the men who chose recruits for FOXHOUND. Victor never felt any guilt about the people he chose, he knew that his decision would save lives in the end. He also became friends with a Russian that he had chosen. They talked long about the future of FOXHOUND. Then, Victor had a son and his priorities changed. The Russian told him that his son would make a great soldier with the proper training. But Victor wanted his son to have a normal life and stopped sending new recruits to us. This upset the Russian and earned Victor his hatred. One night six years later, Victor and his wife were sleeping when the Russian came in and murdered them both. He then took Victor's son and began training him in the art of stealth and then transferred him to be tutored in sniping. The boy grew quickly in the skill until his master died and we picked him up. To this day I wonder what would have happened if we had left James to his own devices."

"Oh my god," Mei-Ling said as she looked down at her now empty cup of coffee. "So that is why he is the way he is."

"Yes. And he has proven to all of us that he doesn't need others to care for him."

"One question. Who was the Russian?"

Campbell had started walking toward the door and suddenly stopped. "The Russian IS Revolver Ocelot."

Mei-Ling looked back at the screen and heard a buzzing sound, telling them that Scorpion was calling in.

"I'm in," Scorpion's voice rang through the consoles.

"James, this is Mei-Ling. Are you in the elevator?"

"Yeah, I ran into a little trouble. So far eight of Castro's guards are out of the fight."

"Scorpion, the layout of the base is a kind never heard of before. Have you ever read the Andromeda Strain?"

"Yeah. It was the book I based my thesis on when I was getting approval to make my own PSG1-T cartridges."

"Yes, well the base is laid out similarly to Wildfire HQ."

"So if something bad happens I'm locked in," Scorpion said from the elevator.

"No, but it has five levels. Castro's quarters and silo controls are on Level Five. This elevator will take you to Level One. It contains the first lab and scientist quarters. Level Two houses an armory and the warhead storage."

"Warhead storage and armory on the same level? What was Castro smoking when he got that idea?"

"Each Level has it's own keycard. Search on the guards so you can go down to Level One. Be warned, you have to take a different elevator down to each level. And of course they all have increasing amounts of security," Campbell said.

"James, now would be a good time to save your progress."

"Alright Mei-Ling, do your thing," Scorpion stated.

"Your progress has been saved up to this point."

"Any good quotes for me today?"

"An old Chinese proverb says: 'Those who look too far ahead are often attacked from nearby (I made this up myself. Send new ones in with your reviews.).' James, don't always trust your sniper scope. You need to pay attention to what's going on close by."

"But I can look through my scope at close range," Scorpion sneered from his point.

"Scorpion, get in and kill Castro. Before he can launch his army at the democratic nations of the world," Campbell said and cut off the transmission.

Castro HQ,

Scorpion went back to the guards and began searching their dead bodies. He read their dog tags and could tell that some of the men he ad killed had families. Scorpion shrugged it off and saw a Genome soldier with the insignia of a squad Captain. He searched him and found a clear keycard with a one emblazoned on it. Scorpion went back to the elevator.

"My mind keeps going back to that day two years ago."

He pushed the single button in the elevator and stood back in he corner and let his mind wonder for a minute.

Two Years Ago,

"Campbell! Where's that support you promised us?" Greg Kinezono yelled as he shot a grenade from his hiding spot.

"He should be here by now," Colonel Campbell replied.

Liberian rebels beset Greg Kinezono and his girlfriend Linn. They had been sent to end this rebellion before it got bigger but were now outnumbered. Greg counted about fifty rebels attacking them. Linn darted to and fro, firing her two Desert Eagles in the process.

"This is Scorpion. I'm in position," a voice without a face sounded from his CODEC.

He turned and saw five rebels fall in about two seconds flat. Greg looked at the source of the shots. Facing Greg, Linn, and the rebels was a young teenager, no older than fifthteen holding a PSG1 grinning like a man who had just won the lottery.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to take care of some bugs that were coming from behind," the teen said while putting his sniper rifle on his back. Greg merely nodded and lifted his grenade launcher.

"I'd be offended if you hadn't."

The teen pulled out two hunting knives and launched toward the attackers. His lack of fear seemed to freeze the rebels and make them stop firing. This would prove to be one of their last mistakes. He went to one of them and slashed his knife across the abdomen of the rebel, thus spilling his intestines onto the ground. Their other mistake was forgetting about Greg and Linn. Greg jumped out form his hiding spot and shot a grenade at the feet of a small group of their attackers. It went off, cremating six of the Liberians. Linn was already on the move, firing her Desert Eagles in the process. In a matter of minutes, the rebels were all dead except for their leader, who was being held from behind by the teen. He had his knife touching the throat of the Captain.

He simply whispered, "How does it feel to die at the hands of the most dangerous arachnid in the world?" With that, he sliced the jugular of the Captain, spraying the teen's cheek and hand. The teen threw down the body and put his knife away.

"I take it your Silent Scorpion?" Greg asked as he came up to him.

"Yeah. Campbell told me you needed back up."

"How old are you?" Linn inquired.

"Fourteen."

"No way! The legal age to be recruited by FOXHOUND is seventeen!" Greg shouted.

"I guess I'm an exception," Scorpion said as he reloaded his sniper rifle. "You guys better finish up this mission before the Liberians notice fifty of their men missing." Scorpion ran to the helicopter and got in. From the cockpit, Nagu waved at Greg and took off.

"See you around Scorpion."

Present,

Scorpion heard the chime of the elevator arriving at level one and he straightened up. He walked out and lifted his sniper rifle while checking things out. Scorpion peeked around a corner and activated his CODEC.

"This is Campbell. What is it Scorpion?"

"I got two guards standing outside of the lab. I can't get past them. Permission to silently engage?"

"Granted, just don't leave a pile of bodies like usual."

"Right. Out."

Scorpion lined up the shot and took down the first guard. As he was about to shoot the second on, a scientist came out and blocked his path. Scorpion muttered a curse under his breath and shot the scientist and guard in one simple shot. With nothing left to hinder him, he went in to the lab and saw it was empty except for one occupant. It was a man of about fifty, with short gray hair and a cane. He stood over a computer screen.

"Freeze," Scorpion said to the man.

"So, you people have finally discovered what we've been doing down here," the man said.

"I saw the Genome soldiers with my own two eyes."

"Genome soldiers? That is what the American government wants to shut down. They must have thought the Trihexalon is not ready."

Scorpion put the rifle against the man's temple. "Trihexalon?"

The man pushed a few buttons and a diagram of a cell came up. "Or Dragon's Breath as Fidel likes to call it."

"What does it do?"

"It attacks your lungs and sends a shockwave through to your brain, clotting your blood in the process." The man pulled a switch and a small vial came up. "This vial alone could kill three hundred men."

"What about the Genome soldiers?"

"They are a front. Dragon's Breath is the true weapon. The best part about it is that it will not spread. It only kills in the area in which it hits."

Scorpion picked up the vial. "I'll take this for the Colonel."

"Wait. Please end this once and for all. Castro will launch this weapon at a moment's notice. The one way to destroy it safely is..." The man fell down, blood gushing from his forehead.

"Ibanez, you have misused your freedom to speak," a tall bearded Cuban man said.

"CASTRO!" Scorpion yelled as he turned around and took out his stiletto.

"So you are the one who is killing my men with no prejudice," Castro said as he put the Glock he had used on the scientist in its holster.

"Actually it's you I'm after," Scorpion said while keeping an eye on Castro.

"Now, I'll wish you a good day while I prepare Dragon's Breath for it's first test," Castro said as he went into a elevator and went down to a lower level.

Scorpion turned on his CODEC and went onto the frequency for the Colonel. "Colonel, we got problems."

"Scorpion, what is it?"

"The Genome soldiers are just a front for a weapon of mass destruction."

"What?!" Campbell yelled. Scorpion didn't know, but FOXHOUND had seen the whole outcome of his conversation with the head scientist.

"It's called Trihexalon, Castro's planning a test soon. This stuff can kill three hundred men without risk of spread."

"Scorpion, you must destroy this instillation! If he tests this weapon the results will be catastrophic!"

"Understood. I'm proceeding to Level Two now," Scorpion said as he turned off the CODEC. He went to Ibanez and took form his shirt pocket a clear card with a two emblazoned on it. He then went to the elevator and went in and pressed the button to go done.

A/n: This was pretty long. I incorporated Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter and Andromeda Strain. And I do not hate Latinos. Castro is just the perfect villain for the story. So send in your reviews. I will be gone for the next three days so be patient while I'm gone.