A/N: Eh, sorry for the long wait. I kept on writing new chapters and then ended up scratching it and starting over. I seem to do that a lot. Hell, one of my newer stories was almost completed twice but I didn't like the direction it was going so I ended up starting from scratch…well almost from scratch. More like a re-altered chapter 3. But this time, I think I created one I think that not only would appease me, but those who reads it. Please review and tell me what you think. NO FLAMES please. Oh yeah, the writing format will be a bit different than normal. Tell me what you think.
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Jack Cisco sat at the bar with a cold beer bottle in front of him. Beside him was a scrawny man, smoking his cigarette and blowing smoke into the air, "The Blue Fang Syndicate has learned that Zachary Cloud's son is still alive. With all of the media attention he's been getting, it comes to no surprise. I'm afraid that now his life is in grave danger." The informant told Jack.
"We know. When Bit first discovered who Bit really was, I told him that the Blue Fang Syndicate knows that he's alive and will most likely act soon." Jack said before taking a sip of his beer.
"So he already knows about you?" The informant cocked an eyebrow as he looked at Jack.
"No, he doesn't. But he'll find out soon when I tell him." Jack looked at his beer bottle. "So tell what you know about the Death Suarer."
"It's on hold. Before Zachary Cloud's death, someone on the inside stole the disk containing the blueprints. It was discovered shortly after Zachary Cloud's death that he was the one who ordered the traitor to steal the blueprints. No one knows what he did with the blue prints. If the world found out about it, there would be a massive force opposing the Blue Fang Syndicate. But what they're really afraid is the information leaking to the rest of the syndicate." The informant sipped his beer.
"What's wrong with that?" Jack asked. The thought of the very same syndicate learning of its own project sounded bizarre to him. They were the one's who ordered the Death Suarer be rebuilt, weren't they?
"Kratos Archer is the head of military operations within the Blue Fang Syndicate. He's a man of honor who's only working for the Blue Fang Syndicate because they helped his daughter when she needed a heart transplant. There are no words to describe how brilliant he is in war games. He's ranked as the most cunning strategist and general in history. But even more deadly, he himself has been known to pull off countless assassinations for the organization." The informant said with pride in his voice.
"What does Kratos Archer have to do with this?" Jack slammed his beer down and sneered his words at the informant.
"You've had history in school, didn't you? Remember how it once almost destroyed our planet not once, but twice. Kratos could easily forget the Blue Fang Syndicate's 'kind deed' and assassinate them if his daughter is threatened in anyway. Rumor has it that he's starting to want out, saying that he's already paid his debt in full several fold." Said the informant.
Jack stared at his beer for a bit, thinking about the many options available. His eyes drifted to the TV screen in the far corner that was showing the news. On it was a child walking through the rubble of a one beautiful home. "So, if we discover where this disk is and give it to Kratos Archer, that'll be the end of the Blue Fang Syndicate?" Jack chugged the rest of his beer.
"Seems that way." The informant looked at his watch and pulled out a wallet. "Sorry for leaving without much notice, but I have a train to catch. Things are starting to get hot so it's best to leave town before it's too late. I suggest you do the same if you know what's good for ya." He left some money and then stepped through the door several feet away from them.
'I wish I could. But sometimes we must quit running from the past mistakes, even if it'll cost us our lives, and face the consequences.' Jack looked at the bartender, "I need another."
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A young Bit Cloud sat in his father's Shield Liger, fixing the control board. Though he was so young, he already knew the Liger inside and out. "Once I'm finished, we'll be able to go on our weekly run through the desert." The sound of a car pulling in front of the house caught his attention as he suddenly looked up and through the window to see who's care was there. "Mom's home!" He cheered.
Suddenly, a motorcycle came racing down the driveway. The front of the motorcycle opened up to reveal a small set of rockets. From the looks of them, they could barely do as much damage as a grenade. In a loud roar, the two rockets left the bike and flew through the air and crashed into his mother's car. A loud explosion rocked the Shield Liger as the car exploded into flames. "Mother!" Bit called out.
"Bit, they're here. The Blue Fang Syndicate is here. Listen to me Bit, whatever you do, don't get out of the Shield Liger until everyone is gone. Then I want you to make a break for it and run! Got that?" He heard his father's voice on radio.
"Dad?" Bit asked with tears pouring down his face. He knew what his father was asking him, but the reason behind the order was unclear to him. Next thing he knew, his father stepped out of the house armed with a handgun. The assassin reached into his jacket and pulled out his own pistol. The two stared at each other, sweat flowing down their foreheads as the tension increased with each passing second. Then, it happened. Simultaneously, both guns went off. The assassin dropped his gun and placed his hand on shoulder as blood started to drip down. It was in that moment, Bit cheered that his father had won the duel, but the next moment revealed the true victor. Lifelessly, the gun slipped out of his father's hand as he suddenly collapsed onto the ground, breathing his last breaths of life. "Father, nooooooooooooooooo…"
"..ooooooooooooooo!" Bit shot up from his bed, sweating in terror.
"Bit!" He heard Leena shout out in concern as everyone barged through his door.
"You okay Bit?" Leon asked as he looked at his younger companion.
While his breathing started to slow back down to a normal pace, he blurted out, "I'm okay. Just had a bad dream."
"Well next time you have a bad dream, make sure you only scream in dreamland because some of us are sleeping." Brad scowled before leaving the room.
"Bit, you need anything?" Leon asked the blonde pilot.
"No thank you. Everything's alright now." Bit told the elder Toros.
"Then I'm going back to bed. See you in the morning." Leon then left the room and took off down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Leena sat down on his bed beside him, "Bad nightmare?"
"Bad nightmare." He repeated her words as he laid back down with back turned toward her, hiding the tears the had started to slide down his cheeks. Tears that were created from the nightmare. A nightmare that was deep down inside a memory that haunts him everyday of his life. A memory that he tries his best to get rid of but never can't.
He then felt his bed shift a bit beside him, as if Leena had scooted closer toward him. A warm sensation ran through his whole body as he felt her baby soft hands move across his side and around to his chest. Then came the softness of her nightgown pressed against his back with her breath on his neck. "Bit, if it'll help, I'll sleep with you tonight just in case you have another one of those dreams."
"Thanks Leena." Bit said as he placed a hand on hers.
"Just promise me one thing." Leena said to him.
"What's that?" He asked.
"That you tell me about your dream tomorrow. Deal?" Said the red head.
"Deal." Bit then kissed her hand and started to drift back to sleep.
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Jack stepped into the kitchen with a large white back containing some Chinese food. He saw Leon digging in the fridge for something to drink. "Hey." Jack said as he sat the food on the counter.
"I was starting to lose hope." Leon popped open his coke. "So what all did you find out?" Leon asked as he sat down on a barstool.
"Well…" Jack started to tell the tale on how he sat in a bar, with a beer, talking to an old acquaintance of his.