BAD ASS! I just finished the chapter. its 10:42 NEW JERSEY time, and I still got some energy. I must say this is one long ASS chapter. 7 pages on word with... I forget how many words and stuff. I just know its fucking long.
And the ONLY way I did this was thanks to Bloc Party and Motion City Soundtrack (Yeah I know, I'm not exactly a music buff), cuz they sound cool.
So this chapter goes out to the readers, cuz WOW I have some hits on this things, and to those BANDS I listen to (CUZ THERE ARE MORE, I JUST DINT NAME THEM)
June , 2007
Somewhere in Arizona.
"Where…"
My mind was heavy with sleep, and something else. I'm normally not so groggy when I wake up, and it seemed strange to be this tired.
"Well good evening, Mr. Bale."
This voice was familiar, and through my sleepy eyes, I slowly began to look around. Unfortunately, the world was nothing more then a large blur, the colors hazing to the corners of my eyes.
"It would seem that you are still far too tired to recognize me. Perhaps I should get closer."
Something from the mess of colors came towards me, and then halted in front of me. It was a face, one that I had seen before. If my eyes were not playing tricks on me at the moment, I could have sworn that I was looking Dr. Pereira in the eyes.
"Do you remember me now, specimen twenty seven?"
At the sound of those last three words, my blood began to boil in anger. I shook my head, forcing the strange blurs to leave my sight, leaving only Dr. Pereira in my vision.
"You."
"You remember," the blue eyed blonde said, backing away from me. "I was beginning to think that you had gotten amnesia."
"I'm gonna kill you," I said.
"I highly doubt that, twenty seven. After all, look at the position your in."
Taking a moment away from giving Dr. Pereira the death stare, I noticed that I was binded to a steel chair. The locks on the strange cuffs looked like they made of titanium, which would be hard to brake.
'Damn…Fucking tranq darts got me again. Maybe Aya can get me out of here… Wait, she was with me before…'
In a fluster of worry, I began to look around the room. My eyes came to empty air. Aya wasn't here, and for all I knew, she was in a tighter spot then me.
"Where's Aya?"
"Miss Brea is being studied at the moment."
"What!"
"I must say, she is far more beautiful then I had expected, especially considering her age. I'm sure my fellow colleagues are in a joyful mood with their new specimen."
"You pig."
"I'm sorry, you must understand. This is all in the name of science."
My anger continued to grow, but I knew I couldn't do anything at the moment. Dr. Pereira raised his left hand and looked at his wrist watch, then shook his head in disappointment.
"I would love to stay and chat, but I have other things I must tend to. But before I go, there is something I want to say to you."
"And what's that?"
"For a failed experiment, you did quite will in developing you skills."
After his annoying comment, he turned for the door, and then looked at one of the two guards in the room. "Dispose of him," said Dr. Pereira, followed by his timely exit from the room. The two guards soon followed, one of whom ensured that he turned the light off before leaving.
Surrounded by darkness, I was left to my inventions. I had to break out of this chair and find Aya. This of course would be followed by getting revenge on Dr. Pereira. I struggled in the chair, trying to break the bindings on my arms and legs.
After several minuets and a few droplets of sweat, I gave up on this approach. I was wasting my energy, and if I was going to break out, I would need as much as possible.
'Alright, John… Focus…. Focus…'
I put my mind to the task. My plan was to use my mitochondria. After all, Aya's blood was in my blood, so I had some control over the mitochondria. Thoughts of heat or fire came to mind, all while I focused on the bindings.
Opening my eyes, just for a moment, I could see the flames begin to ignite on my arms, heating the bindings. I continued to focus, trying not to lose the fire. My body tingled with heat, but I continued, preserving through the strange pain.
"John!"
I opened my eyes again, finding that the door had been re-opened, the lights turned on. In the door way stood Samantha, just as I remembered her. Shoulder length brown hair, beautiful blue eyes hiding behind thin framed glasses.
"John, your hands!"
Suddenly I remembered what I was trying to do just a moment earlier and looked at my hands. They were on fire, the burning orange hovering lightly over my skin. I shook my hands as much as I could, then allowed my mitochondria to rest.
"Samantha, what are you doing here?"
"I came here to get you out. But… Are you okay? Your hands were-"
"I know. I did that. Now, is there any way you can get me out of this chair?"
"Yeah. Hold on."
Samantha quickly left the doorway and walked around my chair. I wasn't sure what she was doing, seeing as how she had left my sight, but I was sure she was working diligently on freeing me. Several seconds after disappearing behind me, the locks that bound me on the chair came undone, and I immediately jumped from the seat.
I quickly stretched, making sure my muscles wouldn't cramp up later. Samantha returned to my vision, pleasant smile on her face.
"Good, you're okay."
"Thanks, Sam," I said, giving me a well deserved hug. "Now we have to go and find Aya before she becomes one of Pereira's guinea pigs."
"She's in one of the research rooms down the hall," Sam said. She then lowered her eyes and blushed, then said, "She's um… Well endowed."
"Yeah, she is… Wait. Is she in one of those tubes like I was?"
"Unfortunately yes."
"Did they put her in the buff?" I asked, a twinge of anger in my voice.
"Uh huh."
I sighed, and then put the thought a little farther from my imagination.
"Do you know where they put her clothes, because I don't want her walking around this place naked."
"Sam is looking for them in the supply room. He's gonna meet-"
"What the!"
Turning quickly to the door, I found on of the guards raising his gun. I shoved Sam to the ground, and in a quick moment rushed the guard before he could pull the trigger. Putting my elbow to his face, I knocked him to the ground, and then quickly snatched his gun in mid-air. Now equipped with a handgun, another guard assaulted me, though I was faster on the draw.
"Put the gun down!"
"Y-yeah."
Slowly, the second guard lowered his pistol to the ground, then rose to a full standing position and raised his arms. His buddy on the ground had chosen to stay there, seeing his opponent take his gun so quickly. After the quick battle, I went around the two and began giving orders.
"Ok you two, get in the room. And nothing funny, got it?"
Without a fuss, they obeyed and went inside and made sure not to do anything suspicious, as both of their arms were up in the air.
"Ok, now go to the wall behind the chair."
They followed orders, and went right past Samantha without a second glance. Once there, I proceeded to knock them out, so as they wouldn't bother me later. My method was the ever so effective pistol whip. The second guard tried to defend himself once he noticed his buddy being knocked out, though he barely put up a fight.
"Takes care of that," I said. "Now I have a question, what are you doing here?"
"I… I work here."
"What! You're still doing research on people like me! Why!"
"It's not like I wanted to! Dr. Pereira has been keeping tabs on everyone who ever worked for him. When I tried to give the FBI all the data we had gotten off of you and the others over those years, he found me and threatened my life and my mother's life if I didn't keep helping him."
"I see… Damn him."
"I'm sorry, really," Sam said, trying to apologize.
"No. it's not your fault."
"I know, but I just feel so bad about it."
"Don't worry about it. Really.
"Thanks," Sam said, blushing just a little. Then out of no where, she slapped her forehead and began to talk again. "I can't believe I almost forgot!"
"What?"
"Come on, we have to meet Sam in the men's room on the second floor," said Sam, heading for the door.
"Wait, Sam? As in Fisher?" I asked.
"Well of course. He is the FBI agent you were supposed to meet with correct?"
"Yeah. You just got me a little off guard when you just said Sam."
With pistol in hand, I hurried to catch her, then followed down and empty corridor to a stair well. We went up two floors, and then carefully made our way through a hall with doors that led to an armory, two research rooms, and the sleeping quarters, so said their signs.
We, however, did not travel any of these doors and instead continued straight through the hall. A small corridor led to several more doors, one of which had a sign that said "Server Room". Past the server room were both the male and female rest rooms.
"Here we are," said Sam, stopping next to the men's room door.
With the pistol up by my shoulder, I opened the door with my left hand and walked into the room as if I had been there before. Sam followed, though she was watching the rear, just in case.
A man was already in the room, and immediately noticed me. He was leaning against the wall by the sinks, a cigarette in his mouth. I wasn't sure if he was Sam Fisher, but I decided to lower my pistol, mostly not to anger the man.
"There you are," he said, putting out the cigarette, then tossing it into a trash bin on the wall. "About time you and Samantha got here."
"I take it your Fisher?" I asked.
"That's me."
I heard the door lock, and looked over to Samantha, who had returned from the door. She seemed very intent on what was to be done, and had kept her mouth closed.
"So what's the plan?" I asked.
"Samantha, did you tell Mr. Bale about Aya?" asked Fisher, looking toward Sam.
"I did," she replied.
"Good, that saves me some time," He said. "Look, you and Aya have already shot some NMC's out there, so you can be sure that there are more in this facility. Because of this, we're going to need some weapons."
"Then lets hit up the armory," I said.
"After that, we can get Aya back, and then we can go and have a chat with Dr. Pereira," continued Fisher. "Once that's settled, we call the FBI, and the Army will come and have this place destroyed."
"Well, since we have the plan laid out, let's head to the armory," I said.
I headed for the door, as I thought the discussion was over. AS I gripped the handle, Fisher's voice rang in my ear once more.
"Hold on."
"Yeah?"
"We need to find a way to get into the Armory without making to much noise."
"True. I don't want to come all this way just to get shot with a few more tranquilizers."
"I know a way," said Sam.
"How?" I asked.
"I been to the shooting range before, and Mark usually leaves the door unlocked after he lets someone onto the range. Once I'm in, you guys can follow and knock Mark out."
"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.
"I have to agree. Ok, let's go."
I unlocked the door, and then proceeded to the Armory, with Sam and Fisher behind me. We got to the door, and with myself and Fisher on either side of the door, Sam went in by herself. Fortunately the door was a spring operated door and took a little bit of time for the door to close, so we could hear everything that happened inside.
"Hello Mark," said Sam calmly.
"Oh, hi Samantha," said this Mark. "I take it you want another round on the range?"
"I just need to relieve some tension is all."
"I see. Dr. Pereira pissing people off, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. Well, come on in."
I could hear a metal door being unlocked, followed by two pair of shoes moving about. Another door could be heard opening, and that's when I made my move. With pistol in hand, I went inside, only to find Mark still looking at Sam, who was already in the range, which was a side room. I took his lack of notice and used it to my advantage, allowing myself to pistol whip him into unconsciousness.
"Ok Sam, all done."
Both of the Sam's came in, and Fisher quickly headed behind secure weapons door. This metal gate was the only thing that stopped me from taking whatever weapon I wanted, and it was open.
Walking past the door, I noticed racks upon racks of guns, containing an assortment of pistols, rifles, shotguns, Submachine guns, and even grenade launcher.
"Let's see what they have… Remington 870s, Baretta 92s, Smith and Wesson's...Oooh, L96A1s, F2000s, P90s, and… Wait, is that the newer L85A2?"
"What does it matter, just get something," said Fisher.
"Dude, this is a pretty nice selection. I'm like a kid in a candy store."
"Just get something," he said, trying to hurry me up.
Knowing I had to help Aya, I found pistol holster for my left shoulder, and with a quick glance I chose my tool for a handgun. I picked up a Smith & Wesson Model 500 Revolver, and seeing as it didn't fit into my current holster, I found the appropriate replacement and stowed the revolver inside. Quickly, I loaded some revolver ammo into my jacket, but soon found an even better jacket to replace the current one I had.
A Kevlar zip up jacket hung nearby, with the padding and pockets I could only ask for. Ditching my jean jacket, I put the Kevlar jacket on, and then noticed the pockets for armor plating. A nearby box provided me the titanium armor plates I wanted, and after inserting the plate, I continued to load myself up.
I pulled out an F2000 and an L85A2, and began to decide which to take. I knew both were good, but my uncanny preference for the L85 series did not withstand with the ability to wield a grenade launcher. With and F2000 attached to my back with the use of a sling, I gather the proper ammunition magazines and grenade rounds and stowed them into the easy access pockets of my jacket.
After the F2000, I picked up what loved to be a revolver like shotgun. Deciding to check it out quickly, I stepped into the shooting range, and without a target I fired every shot down the range.
"My god… twelve semi-auto rounds put into a shotgun… Wee."
With delight building up, I went back into the armory and got a sling for the shotgun as well, then let it hang by my side. Slightly weighed down, I hand reloaded all twelve shots of the shotgun, and then placed plenty of shells into my cargo pockets.
Now loaded with enough armor to wage a small war of my own, I met up with the Sam's by the armory door.
"Took you long enough," said Sam, sporting a Baretta 92.
"Sorry, had to check out this handy shotgun."
"Well, if you're done taking it for a joy ride, we should head across the hall," said Fisher. He wielded a P90, a useful SMG from Belgium, and he also had a Baretta in a holster underneath his lab coat.
I opened the door, and then walked into the hall, my shotgun in hand. The hall was empty, and I let myself ease up on the handled of the shotgun. Fisher walked past me and directly across the hall to one of the research room, labeled R-201. Sam and I followed, but Fisher hesitated for a moment.
"What's up?" I said, wondering why he delayed.
"Just so you know, Aya is-"
"Nude. Sam told me, now can we go in?"
"Alright."
Fisher opened the door, and the three of us rushed in, guns at the ready. There were a handful of scientists, a high number of four, three male, and one female. They all had their notepads in hand and were taking readings and notes on Aya.
One of these scientists noticed that we were here, and instantly got worried.
"Fisher, what are you doing here. You're supposed to be a floor below us."
"Shut up, Liu," Fisher said, heading to the console by this Liu.
"Oh my god, you have weapons! Why!... And why is he-"
"I said shut up!" said an angry Fisher, aiming his pistol toward Liu's head.
Liu, the wussy Asian scientist that he was, backed away, which caught the attention of the other scientists. They began to panic, and I quickly went up to them and began to direct them to walls. Sam backed me up and made sure no one tried to escape.
Taking a quick glance at Aya, I noticed that she was already awake. She seemed confused, apparently unable to see past the glass, as I was years ago. I moved towards the tube and placed my hand on the glass, which startled Aya a little. I stepped a little closer to the glass, and Aya soon recognized me. I smiled, which put her at ease, or at least until she realized that she was in the nude.
"Sam, where's her clothes?" I asked, looking toward Sam, who was watching the scientists.
"I have them," said Fisher, still content with the console. He reached into the back of his lab coat and pulled out some clothes, then placed them carefully on the railing by the console. I picked the up, and then waited for the tube to open.
"Ok, the tube is gonna clear up real soon," said Fisher calmly.
"No, don't do that, we haven't finished doing our research!" protested one of the male scientists.
"Shut up, Daniel!" said Sam in response.
I noticed in the stack of clothes was a red towel, clearly meant to dry Aya off once she stepped out of the tube. As the tube drained the water through a number of small filters built into the floor, Aya was able to touch the floor with her feet, as well look clearly through the glass.
"Everyone better be looking away!" I said, looking toward the scientists. This comment went mainly to the main scientists, who I was sure were enjoying there peep show.
With the tube completely drained, the glassed sank rose through the ceiling, allowing Aya to walk freely. However, Aya was not used to standing just yet, and almost stumbled to the ground. I caught her, and then covered her with the towel.
"It's alright Aya. You're okay."
Quickly, I pulled off all of the cabled and needled off of Aya, along with the breathing mask which he had no more use for.
"John…" Aya said, breathing heavily.
Just then, there was a loud roar in the hall, followed by screams of fellow humans. I was certain there was an NMC wandering the hall, killing scientists or guards, so I quickly stood up and headed to the door.
"Sam, watch the scientists! Fisher, let's go!"
I opened the door and stepped outside, shotgun at the ready. Fisher followed, and as we stepped out, we were shocked by what we saw. Several commando-esque men, dressed in dark green camo suits and black tactical masks, were ripping to shreds a number of scientists and guards, most of whom were just trying to run away. These… golems stood about seven to eight feet tall, with muscles of a professional gladiator.
One such golem noticed the two of use and began to rush us, but three shots from my shotgun did the trick. HE went down with a roar, which of course brought the others to use. Five more golems, varying in height and muscle size came at us unarmed. I managed to take two down, while Fisher was still giving me support with his P90. Unfortunately, they got to close, thanks to their speed, so I was reduced to a hand to hand battle with the beasts. I could hold my own thanks to the mitochondria, but I got stuck in a chocking contest between one of the golems.
I won the contest and broke its neck, then drew my revolver and looked around. Fisher came to sight, literally being thrown across the hall and sliding across the floor. He took one of the golems down by himself, but his second hand gotten to close. With and expert skill with pistols, I wielded the revolver easily and fired two shots at the golem. The first got his head, the second placed excellently in his chest.
However, the golem was only brought to his knees, but had enough strength in him to fight. Sheathing the magnum, I kicked the golem in the face, sending him on his back. He quickly got up, and we began to duke it out. I dodge all of his attacks, and the only thing I really had to do was give him a good uppercut which got him off of his feet. Back on his back, I reached down and snapped his neck. Yet his arms kept moving, so I drew the revolver and placed another shot in both his chest and his head.
"God damn," I said, putting the revolver away and picking up my shotgun. I began to reload it, seeing as it was used in battle. "You alright, Fisher?"
"Yeah, he just winded me," he said, getting back up.
"Good to see you two are alright," said a familiar voice.
"Aya?" I said, turning around to face her.
"Thanks John," she said, a little flushed. "You saved me."
"I didn't do it alone. Samantha and Fisher here helped me out."
"Sorry I couldn't help with the golems here," she said, a little disappointed.
"So they are called golems," I said, thinking back to the old files that I've seen in Aya in over the years. "These things are friggin' big. Wanna get a couple guns to help us out with 'em?"
"I'd love a few new toys."
Took awhile to finish huh? Well, i've seen longer... I wanted to sleep those times. Well, I'm sure action will ensue, so enjoy the next chapter... once I write it.
Well, later.
ZF
