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Ok...........hope you guys liked the last chapter! Now on to Squall's search for the bad guys!
Squall Leonhart impatiently drummed his fingers on the arm of his seat in the Ragnarok's cockpit. Although Selphie flew with reckless, and angry abandon, they still hadn't caught up to McConnell and Jenkins. They had a head start on us he spoke to himself. Words couldn't begin to explain how enraged he was that one of his closest friends had been violated. When he caught up to them, there would be hell to pay.
"Any sign yet Selphie?" Squall broke the silence of the cockpit. Irvine, Zell, and Selphie looked over at him.
"No.... How could they have gotten so far already? They only had one of Garden's speedboats. The Ragnarok goes faster than that!" Selphie was frustrated.
"We'll get em Sefie." Irvine patted her on the back.
"Bastards.....When I get my hands on them!" Zell clenched a fist.
"We all share your sentiments Zell." Squall nodded.
"Tch.." Zell sat back.
"Seifer's gotta be really angry like I am!" Selphie said.
"Why Seifer?" Zell was oblivious to the fact that Seifer and Quistis had an energy between them. Squall chuckled to himself. He new that Seifer was angry........so angry that he had wanted to pursue the assholes, even though he was nearly beaten to death.
"Aw c'mon Zell! You can't tell me you haven't noticed that Seify likes Quisty!" Selphie grinned.
"Wha!? Quistis, and Seifer!?" Zell's jaw flapped open. The others shared a laugh.
"Hey! What's that down there?" Irvine pointed out the cockpit window. The speedboat sat in the water off the coast of Fisherman's Horizon.
"Fly down there Selphie." Squall commanded. Selphie adjusted the controls for descent, and soon they pulled up right next to the boat.
"Damn! There's no one in it!" Zell howled.
"But.........they'd be floating in the water still! FH isn't for a few more miles!" Selphie exclaimed.
"Something is afoot here. I don't like it...." Irvine said darkly.
"I agree." Squall nodded, "but we don't have diving suits on us. Here, give me the intercom radio." Squall motioned to Selphie, who handed him the mouthpiece.
"Home base......this is Lionheart, copy?"
"One moment sir." a female voice replied.
"Squall?" Seifer's voice came through the reciever.
"We located the boat, but there's no sign of McConnell or Jenkins. We think they may have gone underwater, but we don't have diving suits. Unless we can have them express delivered via mail, I think we're going to have to come back and investigate this later." Squall explained.
"Damn it! I fucking knew there was something wrong with those two!" Seifer roared.
"We'll find them Seifer, just not now." Irvine spoke into the comm.
"See you when you get back Commander Puber...er....Squall." Seifer corrected himself.
"10-4" Squall ended the conversation and turned off the comm.
"Allright Selphie. Let's get back to Garden." Squall ordered.
"Roger!" Selphie said, and turned the Ragnarok about.
A knock came at Quistis's door. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, and wiped away some of the mascara that had run down her face. She had been crying. How else am I supposed to deal with being raped? she thought. Wondering who would knock on her door at 2 A.M., she got up from her bed and headed for the door that had just been repaired by Garden maintenance. She hoped it was Seifer, and not some Trepie come to tell her how sorry they were about what had happened. Three of them had already stopped by. She opened the door. Seifer's handsome, and now bandaged face greeted her. He leaned on the door frame for support, she supposed.
"Hello Seifer." she didn't feel like being crass at the moment.
"Can I come in?" Seifer asked politely. That's strange... then again....it does seem he has a thing for me.
"Sure. Make yourself at home. You want something to drink? Eat?" Quistis headed for the kitchen.
"Yeah.... whiskey, if you have it." Seifer answered.
"Actually, you're in luck. I do have a bottle." Quistis smiled, and reached into her liquor cabinet, retrieving the promised bottle.
Seifer smiled, "Somehow I knew you had a liquor cabinet. I mean, you have to put up with so much shit all the time."
"I guess." she said, and handed him a glass, pouring Trabian whiskey into it.
"Thanks." Seifer took a gulp.
"So what did you come here for, other than to drink my booze?" Quistis inquired.
"I came to see if you're allright......and I came to tell you that Squall couldn't find them." Seifer lowered his eyes to the ground.
"What happened?" Quistis sat down next to him on the couch.
"He said that they pursued them and they found the boat, but there were no passengers. He also said it was likely they went underwater, but there were no diving suits on board the Ragnarok." Seifer explained.
"Oh." she acted uninterested, "How are your wounds doing, by the way?"
Seifer rubbed his patched up eye, "Better."
"Good."
"Yep."
"Hi sweetie!" Rinoa nearly tackled Squall as he descended the boarding ramp of Ragnarok.
"H-Hey!" Squall chuckled as he embraced Rinoa.
"Did you find them?" she asked."No." was his answer.
"That's too bad. I hope you do find them soon and kick their sorry asses for what they did to Quisty and Seifer!" Rinoa shook her fist.
"You cussed." Squall pointed out.
"So? Like you don't?" Rinoa smirked.
"Whatever..." Squall put his head in his palm.
"Where are Sefie and Irvine?" Rinoa inquired.
"Oh they're gonna take the Ragnarok to Balamb's hanger. Laguna's got it on loan to us for a while, so Selphie's gonna take a look at it and see if she can modify it a bit. Irvine's gonna help because he's a master in ballistics." Squall nodded towards the dragon-like ship.
"Well, I've been up waiting for you to get back all night, and it's bed time Mr.!" Rinoa wagged a finger at him.
"Whatever....I'm tired anyway." Squall nodded.
Seifer hated the uncomfortable silence that stood between them. He just wanted to take Quistis in his arms and tell her everything was going to be fine. He'd slaughter those fucking idiots in her name, and spit upon their corpses. Thinking about doing that wasn't a way to get it done, so he did it.
"Quisty........you'll be allright........I'll help you." Seifer said softly, as he embraced her.
"Seifer.....you're trying to be romantic and sympathetic, and you're coming off as a dork. You must really like me." she giggled.
"Yeah... I guess you could say that I do." Seifer smiled down at her.
"Seifer Almasy....when will you ever grow up?" Quistis chuckled.
"Never! I don't wanna grow up!" Seifer teased. Quistis snuggled in closer to him, and they both fell asleep before long.
Garret looked upon the two men trembling before him.
"You idiots. You complete fucking idiots!" he roared. They flinched.
"S-s-sir....I was just trying to save his sorry ass from serious trouble! He r-r-raped Quistis Trepe while she was sleeping s-s-sir! And then I had to patch up his dick becuase of Almasy! That took me extra time! They didn't track us though. They have no idea that your private chambers are under water!" Jenkins spoke up.
"McConnell..... please tell me something..... tell me.......why do you wish to ruin a perfectly good intelligence gathering mission..........ON ACCOUNT OF A FUCKING WOMAN!!?" Garret's eyeballs bulged in their sockets. The man wouldn't answer. Garret unsheathed his sword, and before the man could utter a cry, severed his head from his body. Jenkins gawked at the large amount of blood spilling out of the decapitated McConnell.
"You are a fool as well," Garret pointed at Jenkins, "my camera's captured images of the Ragnarok, nontheless, hovering directly over this area.... perhaps examining a certain BOAT THAT YOU TWO LEFT AS EVIDENCE.. YOU FUCKING FOOLS!!!" Garret swung his sword through the air emphasizing his fury.
"You are going to regret... ever......making a fool of me........" Garret said, and advanced on Jenkins.
"N-No sir!! PLEASE....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRH!!!!" Jenkins's scream was not heard above water.
The next morning, off the FH coast:
"Allright everyone. Diving suits on and operational?" Seifer demanded.
"Check." from Squall.
"Check." Quistis nodded.
"Checkaroo!" Zell took a fighting stance.
"Rodger." Irvine said, setting his cowboy hat next to Selphie, in the co-pilot's chair.
"Allright people, on the count of three!" Seifer yelled, above the now screaming engines of Ragnarok. The cockpit door being open sure did change the decibel level.
"ONE.....TWO.....THREE!!" Seifer cried, and dove from the airship. The others followed behind him. They hit the surface roughly, and started their descent by filling the leg and thigh pockets in their suits with ocean water. Seifer reached into his pack and brought out a glowstick, snapping, and then shaking it. A cool green light graced the ocean floor and the immediate surrounding area. They hadn't found the bodies of either of the escapees. Too bad... Seifer thought, then noticed something shining on the ocean floor below him. He touched a button on his control pad, which sat on his wrist.
"Looks like there's some metal down here." Seifer's voice broke comm silence, "I'm gonna take a look."
"Wait for us, Seifer." Squall spoke back.
"Waiting is all you want to do puberty boy! I'm ready for some fucking action!" Seifer said excitedly.
"Seifer... wait for us. Please." Quistis called out.
"Tch....fine..." Seifer shut up.
When the others reached him, he plunged forward into the depths, noticing that the metal was a pipe.....leading downwards. The pipe soon led to a larger pipe, which led to an even larger pipe, and then........what appeared to be an airlock.
"Pop it!" Zell exclaimed.
"Shut up Chicken-Wuss. They probably know we're comming. Don't you think they'd set a few traps for us?" Seifer said sternly.
"Grrr......" was Zell's only reply. Seifer carefully pried open the hatch, and sprung out of the way just in time to avoid a Fastitocalon shark that had been inside.
"I told you so Chicken-Wussy!" Seifer glowered.
The shark swam off in another direction and the party entered the airlock. Seifer closed the door, and activated the water drain. The water level lowered, and they all removed their helmets. The next door was easily opened. It opened to a hallway that eventually led to a main chamber.
"Hard to believe those fuck heads could construct something like this." Seifer remarked.
"I don't think this was their doing Seifer." Squall shook his head, "This is a base of operations."
Squall walked ahead of the group. The room was dark, and he tripped over something that bounced across the ground.
"Seifer, glowstick!" Squall called out. Seifer walked towards him and pointed the glowstick at the ground, only to pull back in disgust.
"Fucking shit! It's McConnell's fucking head!!" he screamed. The rest of the party was reasonably alarmed. Seifer reached into his pack again and threw a small disk at the wall. It imbeded itself and then started to glow a bright white. The chamber lit up like a baseball stadium, and all was seen. The rest of McConnell's body lay near what looked to be a controll terminal of some sort. Next to McConnell were a set of legs... cut off just below the knee.
"Help me......." came a sigh from behind the terminal. Squall circled around it to find Jenkins there, and apparently he was the owner of the missing legs.
Squall sighed and frowned, "Help you? You want US to help you?"
"Please! I was just doing my job!" Jenkins pleaded.
"Yeah fucking right you little weasel piece of shit!" Seifer had circled around the terminal after hearing Jenkins's voice.
"Garret....he made us do it!!" the man cried.
"Wait......Garret?" Seifer was astounded.
"So....the two incidents are linked. I knew something was going on." Squall surmised.
"More than you know lionheart.........more than you know." voice came from behind them.
Okay, so I know this was the shortest chapter, but there will be many more. I think this might be one of those 30 or so chapter fics. It's really in-depth. I have the whole story planned out already. I'm not gonna skimp on the updates. New chapters should be up every day or so. R&R in the meantime. Peace!