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Chapter: 3

I was dumbfounded at what I'd just done, I'd just struck the center of the bull's eye on a target from two hundred meters away without so much as a scope. Needless to say, excitement got the better of me.

"Did...you...two...just...see that!!!???" I yelled, I was surprised that I could gather the same emotional fervor that I'd used when I'd seen an amazing football score or performed some amazing feat in front of my friends. Matt nodded, and repeated the question.

"Will you please join the ATU Scott?" He said. I looked to him.

"What if I say no?" I asked.

"Well then you'll simply have to stay here for the rest of your life," Matt said. "What else could you do? Become the owner of a car dealership?"

"You have a point," I said. "And if I say yes, I'll get to travel, covertly, and use weapons like that when situations get hot?"

"Exactly, against terrorists of course," Mark said. I sat down and quickly weighed the good with the bad. It was a pretty easy decision actually. I either stayed here the rest of my life, withering away and feeling sorry for myself, my looks, my family, friends, the fact that I'd never have children, or I could go and defend the country secretly from terrorists, which there was evidently a problem with them these days.

I'd get to see action, and that's what I'd been planning for, anyway. I was planning to join the military as soon as I was out of high school. Now it appeared it was my only real choice. "I'll join the ATU."

"Good," Matt said.

I spent the rest of the day tearing targets apart with the arsenal that had been customized for my use only. In the glee of all the power I had in my hands, I even forgot what I was for a while, where I was. When I had used up all the ammunition, I left for my 'room' to find that it had been picked up, and the mirror had been replaced. I looked in the mirror at myself. I looked like Arnold Schwartzeneggar on a very large amount of steroids. But at least I could be happy that I wasn't some formless, straight up and down monster, no, just monstrous skin wrapped around a very muscular humanoid body.

I laid down, thinking about what life would be like now, needless to say I'd be part of a team. What would they think of me? What would they do at the sight of me? I would just have to wait and see. Thoughts like this kept entering my mind until they lulled me to sleep...

Seven Months Later

My first mission...It was about friggin time!!! I had spent seven months in the scientific facility of the Umbrella Corporation, going through every sort of drill and simulation that could possibly exist. I had been through three boot camp seargents that, despite their size and the ease I could have crushed them with, had driven me to my limits several times, thus advancing them. I was fast, I was strong, hey, I was even agile. I had been given a new suit of Kevlar armor that would cover and protect the large blood veins around my neck. During that, I'd seen the enormous scar that had given me my curses and gifts.

I was taken in the back of a black van, to a military fort outside of New Raccoon City. After the nuclear meltdown several years ago, the Umbrella Corporation actually invented a way to eliminate radiation fallout, so New Raccoon City was built over the ruins.

The van backed into a large garage, and the door came down in front of it, the back doors of the van swung open, and I stepped out and cracked my neck, I was too tall even to sit in there. The men in camouflage around me all stepped back and gave me a lot of room, as I expected. I smiled, or performed the contraction of muscles that had become my smile over the last seven months. The skin around my mouth pulled back and my eyes narrowed. "What's the matter boys?"

They all looked at each other. Then stared, dumbfounded yet again when I began to unload my gear. I grabbed the cases, and turned around.

"Can I help you with that, sir?" A young, fearful looking lieutenant asked.

"You don't need to call me sir, sir, I'm younger than you are," I said. "And as for these, you're welcome to try." I held up a case on my left arm, the man took it, and dropped it to the ground. The men around him laughed as he tried to pick it back up. I picked it up, and got in the happiest guys face. I breathed on him and growled, which I had discovered was scary to most people. He froze in horror. "Shut up, and go ahead and take this," I dropped a case into his hands, but it also dropped it to his foot.

I walked down the hallway, and entered the room I was directed to go to. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. I loved my form fitting, sleeveless black armor. And my muscular legs were hidden under baggy black, large pocketed cargo pants. I still had the boots from my waking day.

A man stuck his head in, and after taking what he must have thought was a quick, unnoticed gander at me, said, "Suit up, the others will be arriving soon." Then he closed the door. I set the cases on the table, which squeaked under the weight. I unclipped the locks and threw them open. The largest case contained what had become my favorite weapon, the gattling gun. I strapped it onto my right arm and pulled the buckles tight. Then I threw the ammunition pack over my shoulders. Apparently, it weighed three hundred pounds, I had no trouble with it. The jerk from earlier had the case I'd left him with wheeled in, and I took it and sent him out.

This case contained all my side arms. A powerfully customized Desert Eagle was strapped to each of my thighs, a Sawed-Off Combat Shotgun was strapped onto the ammo pack on my back, and finally the wrist guards. I'd become very skilled at the martial arts style, Tae Kwon Do, and this only helped my hand to hand combat skills.

As I strapped them on tightly to my forearms, I heard the drill sergeant in my head yet again. "KILL KILL KILL!!!!!!!!" I looked up and down the black casing over the top of the guard. I tensed up my forearm and bent my wrist down, and the delicate springs in the case released, and the long blade slid out and locked in place. I stared up and down the curved scythe, and flipped the button and pushed it back into the casing. I was now fully equipped. I looked back at the mirror, marveling at how my scary factor had just increased greatly. I heard boot steps and turned to see the rest of the team walk in, speaking amongst themselves. One by one they turned to look at me, and dropped their jaws, some stopping in mid sentence, I breathed a laugh. I sat down, and the others sat down on the opposite side of the room.

They began whispering to themselves about me, not knowing I could hear every word they said.

"That's that Scott kid?"

"He's a friggin beast! But what happened to his face?"

"Maybe he was born like that, the little freak."

Now jokes I tolerated very well, Matt and Mark had become close friends of mine in the past eight months and whenever I said something offensive, they said it back because we were friends, but this guy just angered me. I stood up, and walked over to him. In three steps I was across the room and in his face. I snarled openly, and the man instantly regretted the words that had just come from his arrogant, human mouth. My left hand was free, so I picked him up by the throat with that. I held him at eye level, hoping he was wetting his pants. "What about my freakyness? Don't you dare judge me, I heard that, and if I hear anything like it again, I will grind your bones until they're powder in my freaky hands. Do you understand?"

The man, needless to say, was terrified. He nodded frantically, and I dropped him, wiping my hands as I walked away. The rest of the team looked from me to him a few times, then spread out more to the middle of the room. He was left alone on his side of the room when the Colonel entered the room. "Troops," Colonel Sendrix said, not acknowledging me or anyone else individually, "The mission is a simple one, there is a band of rebels south of the border gathering weapons to try to overtake Mexico City. These guys have been nuisances for years, but now, they're a problem, and you need to get in their quietly, take out their little jungle fort, and torch the place to the ground."

In unison we said our yes sir's and he stepped out after saying that the helicopter would be leaving in one and a half hours. The men suited up, and I left them I enjoyed the fact that I would be sitting in a chopper on my way across the border to help the citizens of Mexico. I found the chopper easily enough, and waited there until the rest of the team got in, and we took off.

I actually slept on the way there, but was slipping into consciousness when I heard the voices of the other men. "Wake him up."

"No, you wake him up."

"Hensing, you wake him up."

"I piss on that, you wake him up."

If I could've stopped myself, I'd have waited to see who would be chosen, but I had to yawn. When that had been completed I looked to see every man slightly bewildered. The one named Hensing leaned forward.

You need to get you face camoed. He handed me a few dishes full of green brown and black paint. I studied the other men, then copied it onto my face the best I could.

The chopper came to a mid air halt. And the pilot leaned back to scream to us. "Head west from here, and when the jobs done, come back here for rendezvous and evac!!!!" We all nodded, and took our ropes, and were lowered into the jungle. I recalled the Predator movie, and wondered what he'd do if he saw me, and visa versa. And until we finally hiked into visual range of the rebel base, I kept wondering...

Who would win the fight between Scott and Predator?

Author's Note: Sorry about the wait, everybody. It looks like Scott is doing just fine as an ATU member. But expect a strange twist of fate next chapter, as he finds something, or someone...new. Please review!!! I didn't see that many last chapter, Please!!!!!!!