Chapter Fifteen: A New Fear.
Author's Note: 'K, not a lot new here…hope you like this chappie and plz read and review!
Jamie Parker shifted uncomfortably in his new outfit...his black sneakers made loud echoes against the tiles and crunched glass. He, Hwoarang, and Xiaoyu made their way through the dark halls of the Mishima Zaibatsu's sixth floor (there were fifteen). The mission at hand was largely a stealth one (something Jamie had never been particularly good at).
Hell, couldn't even beat the stealth missions in the Tenchu games…always had to have Justin do it for me…and now I'm doing a real life mission that requires silence…Nephilim DOES NOT equal ninja people!
Still, Jamie was the one who wanted to "take the fight to them" so he supposed that he was getting what he wanted. Before they left, the helicopter pilot suggested that this be a "black ops" mission and that everyone "looked like a road cone" so he had packed form fitting, black, light weight Kevlar suits that reminded Jamie vaguely of ninja wear.
Jamie was never one for the secret agent thing…the suits clung to the team like skin…and Jamie had to tie his hair up and place it under a black beanie…several blonde tendrils had escaped and clung peskily in the Nephilim's face…he brushed them away as best he could.
Everyone was outfitted with a cool utility belt that held everything but the kitchen sink in it…Jamie had no idea how to use the contraption and felt a little embarrassed that he was the only one who didn't get all the gadgets and gizmos right off the bat.
Hell, even Christie got the hang of it!
Still, he was not about to let the others know that.
Officially, it had been hour number three of the mission…as usual, Julia had taken her usual perch in the main control room on the first floor…Christie was her vigilant body guard and resident "monitor watcher".
Julia went to work trying to unlock everything…whoever was running the Zaibatsu now in Kazuya's absence was clever…during his coma, his all access pass to the Zaibatsu had been severely downsized to a level 2 pass. Apparently, pass restrictions were an extremely long and arduous process and it took them months to get Kazuya's pass from a level 7 (all access) to a level 2.
The level 2 pass was extremely annoying in the fact that Kazuya could open some locks…and some doors…but not the incriminating areas…such as most of the labs, a prison, and the rather (at least to Jamie) laughable, Mishima Zaibatsu "Throne Room".
Just thinking about it made Jamie roll his eyes in annoyance.
"its way too quiet here…where're the Tekken Force? Where's evil uber Kazama? Where's vamp you?" Hwoarang asked turning to Jamie. "I mean, this is the Zaibatsu! I was thinking there'd be…a huge fight…alarms blaring…guns blasting…all that shit!"
"I don't even think I want to know what happened here…" Xiao piped up.
The halls had been pretty quiet so far…as silent as a tomb to be precise…but the next corner that the trio rounded was far from pristine…glass littered the floor…blood was spattered everywhere…and Tekken Force members littered the ground.
"Oh God…" Jamie whispered.
A whole squadron of Tekken Force were scattered about and bore a sickening resemblance to a child's broken doll lying in a corner. Legs and limbs were bent the wrong way and their cracked helmets and broken necks glared at the trio obscenely.
"What the hell happened here?" Xiaoyu asked.
"Julia, Christie? Are you guys seeing this!" Hwoarang asked through his headset.
"Yeah," Christie crackled in. "Dimitri and Steve are in the fourth floor and their saying it's just as worse."
"Do we know what caused this?" Jamie asked.
"No, we haven't seen anything…but a lot of these monitors are so damaged that there are some floors that we can't see yet…I'm working on it but even Kazuya's not sure what did this."
"Great…did I mention how much I hate surprises?" Jamie asked.
Suddenly a loud roar reverberated throughout the fourth floor. To Jamie, it sounded rather shrill…yet mechanical at the same time…sort of like a cow going through a giant blender.
"Hwoarang…" Xiao began.
The two exchanged a glance as if they knew what it was…and they wore expressions of utter terror.
"You guys? What is-"
Jamie didn't get to finish before three eight foot tall humanoid creatures entered the hall. They had glowing red eyes, and bulging muscles. Each had blonde haired Mohawks against their pale…almost shining skin. They wore green army camo pants, boots and green tanktops.
One of them grinned wickedly at Jamie, as if he wanted to share a private joke with the Nephilim…one where the punch line involved ripping off Jamie's arm and beating him to death with it.
"OH SHIT! JULES! WE GOT JACKS!" Hwoarang screamed.
"Listen, don't fight them…they're too strong just RUN!" Julia called.
"Sounds good to me!" Xiao exclaimed.
The three ran down the hall and the Jacks followed suit…for being so big they certainly were fast…Jamie didn't run as fast as the others…as he was concentrating more on their safety then his.
Whenever something was "stronger then normal" it was usually the Nephilim's job to fight it…but it was also the Nephilim's job to stay alive as long as possible…and until he could find an effective way to combat these creepy, robotic, Terminator knock-offs he needed to stay out of their way!
This way then that, the three ran down the halls and the Jacks were gaining.
"I don't know how much longer I can run…" Xiao panted.
"There's no way we can take all these guys." Hwoarang stated.
The three came to a hall that split three ways, and wordlessly they went down them…the plan worked, and the three robots went down the separate halls.
"Crappity crap…" Jamie murmured.
His hall ended in a spacious, waiting room of sorts complete with rather large, gaping windows…he looked around panickedly for some kind of escape, he found a door, but he couldn't get it open.
"Shit…need a keycard…I need to-" Jamie didn't have time to finish.
The Jack that had followed him bum rushed him away from the door…the blow hurt…hurt like hell actually…it felt like Jamie had been attacked by a wrecking ball.
"AAAUUUURRRRRRGGHHH" Jamie screamed in pain.
He felt a few of his ribs crack…probably broken too…but they should heal…that is if this hulking menace didn't kill him first. Jack quickly picked Jamie up and wrapped his arms around his waist in a deadly embrace. Jamie felt the vice grip tighten on him as he struggled…Jack walked to the window…and with a sickening realization, the Nephilim knew what the monster was going to do.
It didn't even pause to offer a quip about how his death would be torturous or agonizing…instead, it just stared at him with its blank, vacant, robotic stare. Jack flung Jamie as if he were a simple rag doll out the window…Jamie screaming bloody murder on the way down.
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