Deus Ex

Castle Clinton, Young

Young took the lighter out of his pocket. He reached into his other pocket. He searched around and brought out some keys. "Nope" he whispered, as he stuffed them back into the pocket. He then brought out a pack of cigarettes. Bingo he thought, as he opened the tattered packet. He bought them a few weeks ago. He saved them for tense situations. He lit the cigarette and placed it into his mouth, inhaling as he did. He noticed Decker had done the same thing. Young knew the battle would be coming to him very soon. His radio beeped. He answered it. "Young here, talk to me" he calmly whispered into the radio. He was hearing a lot of static. He was saving up for a newer, better radio. After this mission he would be able to afford one. "I've spotted a UNATCO squad coming into Battery Park. They're armed with assault rifles. They're going towards the subway. Should I attack?" Young thought about this, but realised it was suicide, and wouldn't slow the enemies down much. "Negative, fall back to the subway. I'm sending Decker to get some security going over there." Young knew Decker had done his job here, and was needed elsewhere. "Ok Young, but tell him to be sneaky. They're barricading the park now." Young stepped out of his shadowy hiding place. He yawned as he did. He realised he hadn't slept in 28 hours. He jogged over to Decker, still puffing his cigarette. His footsteps echoed across the castle courtyard. It had been silent for at least half an hour now. He wondered if the ambrosia was at the airport yet. "Decker, your going to Python squad. They need you to set up some defences in the subway." Decker simply nodded. He dropped his cigarette onto the floor and began running to the airport. Young returned to his position. He knew UNATCO were closing in on their position. It was only a matter of time now...

Liberty Island, JC

JC stepped onto the island. Birds could be heard in the distance, and the air had a sharp chill to it. He walked across the grass towards the dock. He crunched dead leaves with every step. His mission was to get a boat to Hell's Kitchen and take down a generator powering an EMP field. He had spoken to Jaime, the UNATCO doctor, Sam, the quartermaster, and Alex, the communications engineer, while in the base, as well as Manderley and his secretary, Janice Reed. He stepped onto the south dock. The bot was still there, each step thudding against the wooden floor, causing the planks to creak and groan under the weight. He passed Corporal Collins on his way. "Good luck agent" Collins said, as JC passed. "Thanks" he muttered. He was thinking about working with Anna. Most troops called her 'a handful' and Alex went as far as to call her a killing machine. Paul thought similair things. But she was the second best agent at UNATCO, so she normally gets the job done. He leaped onto the boat. Anna was sitting in one of the passenger seats, preoccupied in her own thoughts. JC wasn't even sure if she knew he was there. "Hi again" greeted the ever-friendly boat driver. "You know where we're going?" JC asked, although he knew the answer. UNATCO always informed boat drivers the mission destination. "Yep. Let's head out." The boat whirred into motion. The engine roared as it went. JC liked the peacefulness of boat journeys. It gave him time to think. He wondered if Gunther would get a good telling-off from Manderley for disobeying orders like that. Manderley knew how to shout when it was necessary. And when an operative disobeys a direct order and forces another agent to make a dangerous escape mission, it is usually quite necessary. He took pleasure in thinking about the mech man getting his pay docked. "The destination is Caslte Clinton." Anna's info startled JC. It was the first time anyone had talked for 10 minutes. "We're going to Hell's Kitchen" JC replied, repeating the order Manderley gave him. "No, the terrorists have barricaded themselves in the castle, we're going there to sort the mess out." JC merely nodded, and turned to stare out of the window. As JC looked out at the waves, he felt drowsy. He hadn't slept in awhile. He wondered why nano agents needed sleep. Why couldn't the nanites release caffeine into his blood reguarly or something? But thinking about such boring things increased his desire for a nap. His eyes closed...

Battery Park Subway, Decker

The beams hummed into life. The sparkling blue illuminated the area surrounding them. Decker took out his radio and contacted Young.

"The defences are up. It's a very shabby defence, just trip lasers wired to some explosive crates. There's also no way to shut them down, so anyone on the outside can't get in, but anyone inside is stuck." Decker knew this was an even worse defence than the one in the statue. He didn't even have time to wire the vents. He knew a standard UNATCO soldier wouldn't use them anyway. "Roger that, it's probably for the better. Python squad are heavily armed with shotguns, assault guns and flamethrowers, so you should be able to withstand an assault of 4 or fewer troops. I'm also aware you have hostages down there, and one tried to be a hero. Make sure the hostages are secure, I don't want gunfire going off over there. The UNATCO grunts might think they're being attacked. Tell me when the fighting starts." With that, Decker put his radio back into his pocket. He had disabled the security window feature on the train, in case any enemies tried to use it for cover. But he couldn't take the train down completely, it was their main escape plan. He patrolled up and down the subway. He saw Jack was armed with a shotgun. He was a dead-aim with one of those. He was a dead-aim with most weapons. Decker took comfort in the fact that Jack was there, but knew that even he couldn't take a mech. And if a nano person came, it would be the end for everyone...

Battery Park, JC

JC stepped onto the tiny dock. Anna followed. She walked over to him. "Ok, the NSF are in a fighting retreat. A few of them have barricaded themselves inside Castle Clinton. Our orders are to locate the ambrosia, but first we must exterminate the terrorists." She treats them like bugs JC thought. He wasn't exactly sure about her methods. "Exterminate?" he asked, aware that it wasn't at all necessary. "A precious oppurtunity we must not neglect" she replied. She was just thinking of a reason to rack up the body count. JC knew this, but knew that the NSF fought dirty also. He decided that taking the front door was too risky. A surprise attack would be a much more liable option. "Are we going in the front, or is there a back way in?" he questioned. Anna's plan was simple. Walk in and start firing. She showed this in her response. "A secondary entrance would be useful." She was obviously lying. "But I am aware of no such thing." She started to run towards the castle. JC noticed a starving little child. JC had a chocolate bar with him, and decided the kid would need it more than he would. He approached the boy. "I'm starving, you got anything to eat?" the boy asked. His voice was a whimper, as he was in bad condition. JC knew if he didn't get any food, he wouldn't last the night. "Here, have this chocolate bar" JC said, as he handed the young boy the delicous sweet. "Thank you, I just need something so I can go asleep. The NSF gave me nothing." The boy was grateful, and JC knew that such a small child could spy on NSF unnoticed. "Where did the NSF go?" JC questioned. The boy seemed eager to make the NSF suffer. "They went in through that soda machine, the keypad code is 9181. Make sure you kill one for me." JC nodded, and stepped up to the vending machine. He noticed a keypad to it's right. He typed in the code. 9... 1... 8... 2... Damn he thought, as he made the mistake. He went again. 9... 1... 8... 1... The vending machine slid to the left, revealing a secret passage. JC stepped through and into the underground rooms. He was inside...

Castle Clinton, Young

What the hell Young thought as he heard a gunshot in the distance. The Subway? But he knew it was too close to be at the subway. It was in the Castle. He stepped off his perch. "Terrorist!" yelled a UNATCO troop. Young spun around and saw 2 UNATCO soldiers and a mech woman. He whipped out his dual uzi's and began firing, strafing to the left as he went. One of the grunts fell to the floor, blood gushing out of his corpse. The other started firing his assault rifle as he ran into the castle. The battle had begun. Young rolled to the left as the troop fired, narrowly avoiding rounds of assault gun ammo. The mech had a shotgun and fired it at another NSF soldier. Every shell hit his body and his body glided through the air quite gracefully before hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Young was taking cover behind a box. He leaned out to the left and started firing one of his uzi's. The mech woman took a few rounds to the chest, before looking in Young's direction and firing a shotgun blast. He dived out the way and took cover in the small building in the centre of the castle. He peeped out through a window and started firing at another UNATCO grunt. But the trooper dodged the bullets before firing a hail of gunfire through the window. Young took a bullet to the chest and fell to the floor. BASTARD! he thought as blood poured out of the wound. The bullet had pierced an organ. He realised he didn't have long to live, so he picked up his weapons and jumped through the window. He was in agonising pain, but saw the soldier that had shot him. Young unloaded both magazines of his uzi's into the trooper and killed him instantly. But the pain was too much and he collapsed to the floor, both hands sealed on his wound. He had died in the field while killing UNATCO, which was a major honour. He thought about his girlfriend as the last traces of life left his body. He was finally at peace...

Castle Clinton, JC

JC walked along the courtyard. NSF bodies were all over the place. Some were slumped against crates, others flat on the floor. One was lying with two hands on a serious wound. JC knew this would happen. Anna didn't leave any survivors. He noticed two UNATCO corpses also. He looked at the corpses in a respectful way. They died fighting for freedom from terrorism he thought, as he noticed Anna walking towards him. She had a look of disbelief on her face, rather than grief. "How the...?"

"It doesn't matter, I am going to make sure the next NSF I see pays for this." JC didn't have time for questions. He wanted to avenge the troopers deaths. He noticed one was Joe, an old friend from the academy. He was a good man JC thought, as he awaited his next objective. "Ok, the barrels are secure. It's time to secure the subway. There are booby traps there, but nothing a few EMP grenades can't handle. Take these two" Anna said, as she handed him the explosive devices. "I'll take care of it" JC replied, as he left the Castle. He reloaded his trusty pistol and began sprinting to the subway...