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Detective Ikari
-Chapter Seventeen: Happy Coincidences
Rei stared at the man standing across the locker room. "I have some questions for you."
"How did you get out of the detention block?" Rei asked. NERV security was perfect. Escapes were impossible without outside assistance.
"It involves the Mob and a bunch of dead guys," Shinji stated. "My turn. Why the fuck is Commander Ikari after me." Rei stared at the man, the Commander had given no specific orders not to tell his son, but she felt that he would be most angry if she did. "Don't make me hurt you Ayanami."
"You are threatening me."
"That's right Ayanami," Shinji stated. "Why is Commander Ikari after me?"
"He is in need of your skills," Rei stated.
"The Angels are dead," Shinji stated. "Besides, he has you to pilot the Evas."
"I am unable to pilot Evangelion Unit Zero-One," Rei stated.
"Alright," Shinji replied. "Why not Asuka then?"
"She is unimportant," Rei stated. "She does not possess your abilities and she also is unable to pilot Unit Zero-One."
"What's so important about that Eva?"
"I cannot tell you," Rei stated. She did have very specific orders to never explain the scenario.
"I see," Shinji stated. He lowered the pistol he was carrying and tucked it into the holster on his hip. He drew a knife from his waist. "You're going to tell me Ayanami. I really don't like hurting people, but I am very good at it." Rei drew back, feeling a new emotion race through her. She was suddenly quite terrified of the droopy-eyed man before her.
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Spades stormed out of the locker room. He felt sick. He also felt extremely pissed. His mother, that bitch who had left him in the care of his father, had been a brilliant woman. Absolutely nil people skills, made apparent by her choice in husband, but brilliant none the less.
She didn't deserve to have her memory polluted by that bastard. Spades wouldn't allow it. If Gendo did manage to make her return, Spades was fairly certain she would kill herself upon witnessing what he had done to her research. Well, she would if she was any kind of decent person.
Then there was the fact that Gendo wanted Spades to start the Third Impact. He was fucking insane if he thought Spades was going to destroy the world. He rather liked it the way it was, despite its many faults.
"Freeze!" Spades fired from the hip, taking down the five people who had tried to confront him as he rounded the corner. They all went down, most dead, but some alive. It didn't matter. They'd all be dead soon enough.
"Stupid shits." Spades snapped his new weapon's cylinder open and plucked out the spent .454 Casull rounds. He stared at the last round and tucked it into his coat before loading it with his .45 Colt rounds. He'd save that bullet for a special occasion
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"We're being engaged."
"How many of them are there?" the technician demanded.
"We can't. . ." The voice on the radio became a scream as several loud pops were sent across.
"We've lost touch with fire team Delta sir," the technician reported. "They were deployed on the eighth sub-level in search of the Third Child."
"We just lost touch with fire team Echo on the twelfth sub-level sir," another technician reported. "They were sent to secure Ayanami's location." Gendo turned and stared at the person who had spoken. "We should deploy several teams to check on her sir."
"What should we do Gendo?" Kozo asked quietly.
"I don't know, damn it," Gendo hissed. "This is why we keep Katsuragi around here. What should we do Sensei?"
"Deploy fire teams Whiskey and Gulf to assess the First Child's condition," Kozo ordered. "The loss of team Echo was on the twelfth sub-level you said?"
"That's right sir," the technician reported.
"That's only two floors above us," Kozo stated quietly. "Perhaps you should go to you office Gendo."
"Yes," Gendo agreed.
"Call fire teams Foxtrot, Charlie, and Hotel," Kozo ordered. "They will escort the Commander to his office and defend him
there."
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Shinji paused as he heard a burst of suppressed machinegun fire come bouncing off the walls. "The SEALs. Fuck." Spades reloaded his shotgun and glanced down at the dead men on the floor as he counted the shells he still had.
Twelve shells, thirty rounds of .45 Colt, and one .454 Casull bullet. After that it was knife and fist time. Spades was already rather sore; he wasn't looking forward to hand-to-hand combat.
Spades looked around the hallways, desperately trying to gain his bearings. It had been years since he had walked these halls and even then it was always to the same group of places. Spades hesitated. He might be able to find his way to the command center. That sounded like a good a place as any to start.
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Rei stared at the ceiling overhead. The coppery, distasteful smell of LCL clung to the room. It took her a few moments to decide that it was her own blood and not LCL that she smelled.
Rei sat up and gasped as pain radiated from the wounds across her body. She examined them and frowned. None of them were fatal and only one still bled. She was rather confused. Was not the purpose of torture to so weaken an enemy that they would not be able to retaliate?
"I really don't like hurting people." He had said that, but Rei had denied any truth in it. He had terrified her. She had been unable to believe that he didn't wish her harm. Now as she examined the wounds she was forced to rethink.
His. . .style was so different from the Commander, yet they acted almost identically. The younger Ikari took no pleasure from his actions. Rei knew the Commander enjoyed interrogations immensely. He was a savage and brutal man, yet physically and mentally weaker then his son.
"Miss Ayanami?"
"I am here," Rei stated. The door opened a young woman in black combat gear stepped inside.
"You're hurt."
"Not badly," Rei replied. "These wounds will heal."
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"This way Commander." Spades froze. He heard footsteps and spooned up against the wall as close he could. He glanced around the corner, yet again. These winding hallways were repetitive, but provided good cover.
Halfway down the next hall was a group of men. Spades could tell from the way they were walking that they were protecting someone. Ironically they were using the same formation that Spades had learned from a bodyguard school in Washington. Maybe he had trained with them.
"Stranger shit happens all the time to me," he muttered. He caught sight of a bearded man as they rounded a corner. Spades grinned. This would be fun. He would kill them all and corner the Commander. Spades fingered the knife on his belt.
Shinji's frowned. He dug his watch out of his coat and glanced at it. He hadn't had his pills in two days. "Well, shit." They shouldn't have kept him away from his pills. He was a much nicer and less violent person on them.
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Phillip peaked around the next corner and swung out into the hallway. He leveled a long burst from his sub-machinegun into the soldiers and watched them drop. "Move!" Phillip hissed, gesturing down the hallway.
"We have two more floors to go before we reached the Command center sir," one of the SEALs reported.
"Right," Phillip replied. "Let's hope we can get some answers there."
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"Hey buddy." Calvin Roget spun around. He stared at the man standing silhouetted against the red emergency lights. In the blink of an eye he was gone.
"Boss!"
"What?"
"There's someone there!" Calvin stated, keeping his assault rifle leveled at the hallway the man had run down.
"Roget and Hinder. Check it!" the Boss ordered. Calvin and Hinder sprinted forward. Calvin pushed his back to the wall and pivoted around the corner after the man.
"Empty," Hinder commented.
"I saw him," Calvin growled.
"This lighting is a little confusing. . ."
"I saw him," Calvin growled. He stared down the hallway. It was too long for him to have reached the corner in such a short amount of time and there were no doors for him to duck into.
"What's happening?" the Boss demanded.
"It's clear Boss," Hinder stated. He lowered his rifle. "Come on man." He turned and walked back.
"I saw something," Calvin grumbled as he turned. A soft noise reverberated throughout the hallway. "How. . ."
"Humans tend not to look up," the low voice replied. Something cold pressed against the back of Calvin's skull. "Bye."
"Yeah," Calvin replied, too numb to think of anything else.
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Gene "Boss" Valentine spun as a gunshot echoed throughout the hallway. "Calvin!"
"Hinder!" Gene barked, but it was too late. The young man was sprinting for the hallway they had searched. He rounded the corner and a staccato burst tore through the relative silence. Hinder was knocked back against the wall as the bullets tore into his chest. Suddenly the muzzle of an automatic rifle poked around the corner and fired.
Gene realized, too late, that the assailant was aiming for the unprotected shins and feet of his soldiers. The first row, six men in all, dropped like flies and absorbed the last of the rounds in the enemy's assault rifle. "Retreat!" Gene roared.
"The men. . ."
"We have a job to do!" Gene bellowed. "Get the Commander out of here! Go!" His men took off for the Commander's office and Gene dropped to his belly. He rested his rifle, with a silent prayer for forgiveness, on the body of one of his fallen soldiers. As the echo of the footsteps died away, Gene waited.
A dark shape burst from the corner, but Gene held his fire. He watched the coat flutter to the ground and aimed carefully. He was up against a smart bastard.
Suddenly a human leapt out and Gene fired. His rifle rattled to life and body pirouetted in midair. Then another person leaned out into the hallway. Gene could only watch as the massive weapon in the man's hand kicked.
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Spades stepped out into the hallway, quite sure that there were no more enemies. He glanced down at the bullet-riddled body of his first victim. He had been heavy and Spades thought he had pulled something throwing the man into the hallway.
"Thanks." Spades picked up his coat and winced as his shoulder gave a particularly painful twinge. "Could do with a diet though." Spades pulled on his coat and stared down the hallway, un-slinging the shotgun from his shoulder.
"Help me." Spades glanced down. Most of the soldiers were dead; after all, Spades was an excellent shot. One soldier stared at him. "Please help me." Spades glanced at his legs. They were torn to pieces and the way the blood was pumping. . .well. . .it wasn't good.
"You're dead pal," Spades stated. "Sorry about the slow death thing." Spades drew his old Smith and Wesson snubby. "I'll fix that right now for you."
-End
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-Author's notes. Ah yes, Spades is an extreme asshole, but is it only on the outside? Could there be a method to his madness? Maybe. After this arch this story is going on hiatus to give me a chance to work on my other ones.
