Project Shadow Ch 2
like I said, plenty more action in this one. Enjoy.
"You know, for a Black Ghost test facility, this place isn't that well guarded." GB said as he knocked out another guard. The others knew he was right; when they arrived, there were almost no guards outside and inside the soldiers were very scattered.
"Nonetheless, we should still stay alert; they could be expecting us." Albert said before looking over at Jet, who still looked uneasy. "Still thinking about what you heard?" he asked.
"Of course I am, but there's something else that's bothering me." Jet explained.
"What?"
"Those two know about Black Ghost, and they knew we do too; this proves even more that they're hiding something, but I still don't know what!"
Making sure that the others weren't watching, Albert placed his arm around Jet's shoulders to comfort the upset teen.
"I told you already," the German said as he pulled Jet closer to him. "We'll find out together, Jet."
Slowly, Jet started to relax, but the feeling was short lived. Suddenly, from up ahead, there came a loud explosion followed by alarms blaring all across the Testing Grounds. Following his instincts, Jet tore himself away from Albert and bolted ahead of the cyborgs in front of him.
"002 come back here!" Joe yelled.
But Jet didn't listen to him. He wasn't sure how, but he knew his answers were ahead at wherever that explosion came from. Then, just as the young American reached the end of the corridor, something slammed into his left side with enough force to knock both over. When the others saw Jet hit the ground, they rushed over to help and found a young, 18 year old boy with reddish-brown hair, dark green eyes, and light skin lying on top of him. He was wearing a blue uniform with four large red buttons and had a long red scarf around his neck
"Hey, why don't you watch where you're going, you runt?!" Jet growled.
"Big talk coming from someone like you, scarecrow!" the boy said, his voice sounding strangely familiar. But Jet was more focused on the insult he was given as he drew back his fist to punch him.
"There you are flyboy." A second voice said. The team looked over and saw a 19 year old boy with black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin wearing the same uniform. "Are you alright, Dimitri?" He asked as he pulled the red haired boy off Jet.
"I will be as soon as I pummel the pridurok who ran into me!" He growled.
"What are you talking about; you ran into me!" Jet said.
"Dimitri?" Joe exclaimed. "You're Carlos, right?"
"009 I presume." Carlos replied. "And might I ask who your friends are?"
"This is 004, 007, and 006. And the one Dimitri ran into is 002."
"Wait, this pridurok is part of the rescue team?" Dimitri said. "We're doomed!"
"What is a pridurok, anyway?" Chang asked.
"It's Russian." Carlos explained. "Roughly translated, it means 'moron'."
"OK, THAT does it!" Jet yelled. "You want some, prison boy?!"
"Bring it on, bird-nose!" Dimitri replied as he lowered into a fighting position.
"Guys, cut it out!" Joe said.
"I agree." Carlos said. "Let's get out of here first, and then you two can settle your differences, sí?"
"Fine." They both replied.
"Well this is going to end badly." Albert murmured.
Suddenly, another explosion came from the direction that the two boys were running from, followed by approaching footsteps.
"We'll have to save the rest of the pleasantries for later." Carlos said in a hurry. "Right now we have to move. Vamonose!"
"Oh, come on," GB began, "we barely ran into any soldiers on the way in, how many could there possibly be?"
"Da, the reason there were so few guards is because most of them were waiting to watch us get tortured!" Dimitri replied.
Then as if to prove his point, dozens of soldiers came from every direction and surrounded the group with their weapons aimed at them.
"Anything we should be aware of?" Joe asked.
"Don't get hit by their weapons," Carlos answered. "You won't like the effects that follow."
"Well that's easy enough." Jet said.
"Have you noticed the position we're in?" Dimitri yelled. "There's no way we're all getting out of this unscathed, hose-nose!"
"Hey, Russian boy," Albert said, "shut up, and leave him alone! Besides, we've gotten out of worse situations before."
"How can we possibly get out of this alive?!"
"Like this." Joe said as he switched on his accelerator and knocked the soldier's weapons out of their hands. As he came out of his acceleration mode, Albert took up his machine gun hand and opened fire at the ground in front of the soldiers blocking the way the team had come in, forcing them to move aside. At the same time, GB transformed into a lion, gave a loud roar, and scared off the remaining soldiers. Dimitri stared at the cyborgs in clear shock, but Carlos, not missing a beat, said, "Well that answers several questions, so once again, I say it; vamonose!"
And with that, the group made a break for the exit. A short time later, Dimitri spoke up, this time he sounded a little worried.
"Uh, guys," he said looking over his shoulder. "I hate to be the nositelem plokhie novosti, but-"
"The what?" GB interrupted.
"'Bearer of bad news'." Carlos translated.
"How is it a Mexican can understand Russian?"
"I'm not from Mexico; I'm from Spain!"
"-We're being followed!" Dimitri finished.
The team turned around and sure enough, a group of soldiers was chasing them.
"My turn." Chang said as he inhaled deeply and blew out a wall of fire, blocking the soldiers' path.
"Not bad." Carlos said. "But that's not going to keep them away forever."
"Leave that to me." Albert replied smugly.
"How?!" Dimitri said. "Unless you have a bazooka up your sleeve, we're in trouble!"
"Well, it's not up my sleeve." He chuckled as he opened up the missile launcher in his knee.
"Wait," Carlos said a concerned look on his face, "shouldn't there be seven of us; because I count only six."
Albert looked around and to his horror Jet was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, there was the sound of a scuffle from the other side of the flames. Soon after, Jet came flying through the flames; as he landed, Jet collapsed onto his knees, breathing heavily. Once he had landed, Albert fired a round of missiles at the ceiling, causing large amounts of debris to fall, keeping the soldiers from getting to them, and then rushed to the young American's side.
"Jet, what happened? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine; one of those guards jumped me." Jet answered.
"Now that we're all here and well," Dimitri said, "can you explain kak vy eto sdelali?"
"What?" Joe asked.
"He's asking how you did that." Carlos replied. "And you already know the answer, Dimitri; they're cyborgs."
"Hey, how do you know we're cyborgs?" GB asked. "And again, how is it you can understand Russian?"
"Your names are a dead giveaway, and I'm fluent in ten languages. Can we leave now por favor?"
"I agree;" Joe replied. "Let's get out of here before they clear away that rubble."
As the group got closer to the exit, Carlos suddenly stopped a look of both shock and horror in his eyes.
"What are you stopping for?!" Dimitri yelled. "We're almost out of here!"
"We forgot something." Carlos answered.
"What could we have possibly forgotten?!"
"Whatever's in Bunker 14!"
At which point, Dimitri's eyes widened in horror and his face turned as pale as a sheet.
"H-how did we forget about Bunker 14?" he trembled.
"What's Bunker 14?" Albert asked.
"It's a testing bay in this facility." Carlos answered. "Unfortunately, we don't know much else about it."
"Then what's so important about it?" Jet said.
The looks on both their faces were never more serious than they were before that moment.
"When the scientists aren't working on us, they're working on whatever's in Bunker 14." Carlos replied grimly. "We may not know what's in there, but from what we've been able to piece together, it's probably a weapon, and definitely lethal."
"To put it simple," Dimitri added, "we need to get to Bunker 14, and take care of whatever is in there, now!"
"Do you know where it is?" Joe asked.
"Da, we pass it going to and from our daily torturing."
"Hold on," Jet began, "we just got ourselves out of trouble, 009, now you want to put us back in trouble on a hunch?"
"What's the matter, pridurok?" Dimitri taunted. "Too scared of what you'll find if you go?"
Jet then grabbed Dimitri by his uniform collar and pulled his fist back to punch him. "Go ahead and punch me." The young Russian continued. "It'll just prove I'm right."
Jet stayed frozen in his position for several moments, glaring at Dimitri, before finally answering.
"Just show me where Bunker 14 is so we can get out of here." He growled. "But if this is a trap, I will break your nose like a piece of glass, you rotten Ruski bastard!"
And with that, Jet shoved Dimitri into the wall and started to walk away from the group.
"Uh, 002 is aware that he has no idea where Bunker 14 is, right?" Carlos asked as he helped Dimitri onto his feet.
"Don't worry about him; he just needs some space." Albert replied. "Besides, once he realizes he has no clue where he's going, he'll come back here."
"In all honesty, I can't believe you took 002 calling you that, Dimitri." Chang said.
"Eh, I've been called worse." He grumbled.
"You're like a 002 whisperer! How did you do that?!" GB said in shock.
"I know a street boy when I see one. And street boys hate being called chickens."
"Are we going to find Bunker 14 or not?" Jet complained as he rejoined the group.
Carlos and Dimitri exchanged looks, nodded, and both said to the cyborgs, "Follow us."
Despite having to take several detours to avoid soldiers, the group finally found a large door with the number 14 above it.
"So, how are we going to get in there?" Jet said.
"That's where the trick comes in;" Dimitri began. "We're looking at a DNA recognition system on a fire proof, bullet proof, laser proof, and blast proof, six inch thick door with a super strong magnetic lock."
"Wow, they really don't whatever's in there to get out." Chang said.
"So, how do we get in?" GB asked.
"Get out of my way, and stand back." Carlos said as he cracked his knuckles and walked up to the door. Everyone did so, Dimitri stood back strangely farther than the others. As Carlos touched the door, it started vibrating. Then it started to make a strange groaning sound. No sooner did it start making that sound, the young Spaniard ran away from the door, yelling, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Suddenly, the door leading into Bunker 14 seemingly self-detonated, sending shrapnel flying everywhere that would have killed a normal person. As the smoke cleared, the team saw Carlos standing there as if nothing happened; the only one who didn't look at him in complete shock was Dimitri, who just walked up to him and said, "Now that you've had your fun, can we please get this over with; I'd like to leave this place sometime today."
Before anyone could ask what Carlos just did, however, a large barrage of laser fire came down on the group. Fortunately, everyone was able to get out of the way in time.
"Chert poberi, now what?!" Dimitri complained.
"Looks like a security system." Carlos said, glancing inside.
"One that you set off!" Jet yelled.
"How was I supposed to know that would happen?"
"Jet, this is no time to be pointing fingers!" Albert said.
"He's right, 002." Joe said. "We right now need to get past those lasers."
"Leave that to me." Dimitri said.
"Are you sure about this?" Carlos asked, grabbing Dimitri's arm.
"You've already had your fun; now it's my turn." He said as he yanked his arm away from Carlos.
"Noquearse." Carlos sighed.
"Carlos, I speak only English and Russian; not Spanish!"
"I said, 'knock yourself out'."
"Oh I wouldn't count on it."
And with that, Dimitri jumped into the air and literally started flying into the laser fire; dodging and flying over, under, and around blasts, causing them to hit each other, all the while cursing in Russian. At the same time, the team could do nothing but stare at the flying teen, surprised. Jet, however, was more focused on what he heard than on what he saw; it was the same sound he heard over the transmission. It didn't take Albert long to figure out why Jet was trembling the way he was. The German placed his hand on the teenager's shoulder and said, "Well at least you got your answer."
"Yeah, but now so many more questions are brought up." Jet replied.
"Take it easy, Jet, you'll…we'll have our answers soon."
After a moment, Jet looked back at Albert and, after making sure that no one was watching, he smiled and nodded. As he landed, Dimitri sighed and said, "That was easier than I thought. Well, shall we?"
"Vamonose." Carlos said.
"I'm not taking one step until you two explain what you just did!" Chang said.
"For once, I agree with him!" GB said.
"How did you guys do that?" Joe asked.
"You're kidding, right?" Carlos smirked. "You can move impossibly fast, 006 breathes fire, 002 can fly like Dimitri can, 007 can transform into I'm guessing anything, and 004 is a walking arsenal, and you're asking how we did that?"
"Wait, you guys are cyborgs?!" Jet said.
"The scientists here call me 0015 and they call Dimitri 0022."
"Why didn't you tell us before?" Albert asked.
"We thought you already knew; why else would we be in a Black Ghost test facility?" Dimitri answered. "Now, can we please finish up here; the sooner we leave the Testing Grounds, the better I'll sleep at night"
"I'm afraid things just got muy complicated; look." Carlos said, pointing inside. The group looked inside and saw large pieces of machinery and at the end of the room, in the center of it all, was a cryogenic pod…containing a young girl.
To be continued
Well, there's Chapter 2, finally uploaded. Again, this is my first fanfic, so go easy on the comments. Also, while it's still on my mind, I apologize if i used any OC's that someone else has used in the past; I thought they were original before I looked through the other fanfics online.