Passing the tower now entering the bay, they headed towards the tunnel entrance of the sewers. Blaring from the speakers inside the helicopter,
"Going to tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John
He claim he has the misery but he has a lot of fun"
Staring out the open window of the helicopter, Jake thought about what laid ahead. His attention went to the SEAL team.
"Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Having me some fun tonight"
The Captain was quiet properly thinking just as hard as Jake. Well, maybe not as hard as Jake. With his rosary out, Lookout prayed that they will survive this. Buzz and Sarge were laughing about something. Boomer worked on one of the charges he was going to need. And Mouse was asleep causing Jake to slightly laugh. Here they were on the eve of a battle, and Mouse was snoring like a baby even had a bit of drool running down his chin.
"Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed
She got everything that Uncle John need"
Running through Jake's slow moving thoughts was what Blood could truly do. Was he a magic user, a summoner, or was his only power the ability to control a younger generation? Was he a skilled fighter, or was he physically weak?. What was they facing? Was he using magic to upgrade the abilities of his Cybots? And how is it that so many were being replaced so quickly. Too many damn questions. Why are there so many questions? Cause Jake you're not a thinker.
"Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Having me some fun tonight
Yeah"
And what about the Titans? Had Blood gotten control over all of them, or did he just capture them and hold him while he gloated about his supposed victory? Was he, oh god, using Jinx again as a toy. What about Cyborg, is he even still alive? And the Titans East. Were they being used as toys as well, they were students of Blood once before?
"Well, I saw Uncle John with bald head Sally
He saw Aunt Mary coming
And he ducked back in the alley"
Then there was Cray. A student of Blood and a hunter. It was almost a sure thing that he was dead, Jake knew that.
"Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Having me some fun tonight"
The pilot called out over his shoulder, "LZ is coming up in five minutes."
"Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed
She got everything that Uncle John need"
"Final weapons check," ordered the Captain, "lock'em and load'em."
The SEAL team readied their weapons, and Buzz nudged Mouse to wake him up.
He wiped his chin and went to work like the others.
"Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Having me some fun tonight"
Pulling out and loading a round into the chamber of his pistols, Jake carry heavy weapons like the others, so he went back to thinking. A long tiredness trip though that void of useless brain matter, only to end back on the subject of Raven. Was she ok? Was she in pain? Was she even alive? That last thought hung heavy in his mind. If Raven were dead, hell would seem like a vacation in the tropics for Blood. He would see to that personally. He does like to make empty promises.
"Well, I saw Uncle John with bald head Sally
He saw Aunt Mary coming
And he ducked back in the alley"
His claws were aching to cut up someone. Staring at the back of his hand, he was surprised not once since his return to the living had they wanted to come out. Actually Jake you used them on Buzz. Your short term memory does suck.
"Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Having me some fun tonight"
Beast Boy thought they were kind of cool and had the idea of making Jake go into rage. He asked Jake at least once a day to see them. Nightwing was no better, always trying to get Jake to train with them. Yeah, Jake you're not a bright boy.
"We're going to have some fun tonight
Going to have some fun tonight
Have some fun tonight
Everything's alright
Have some fun
Have me some fun tonight"
His fear of entering into raged state when using his claws was still there. When he fought Marcus in the tower in the presence of Raven, he had complete control. He was angry, but he still was in control. He thought about it several times, several long times. He couldn't come up with a reason. It just didn't make sense. Again, you're not a thinker.
His thoughts were interrupted by an white energy shot from a ground Cybot that missed them.
The port side M60 shredded the robot as more appeared to fight them.
"Go for air born insertion," called the pilot trying to keep the helicopter steady against the thick barrage of sonic cannon fire.
"Roger that, ropes out," ordered the Captain.
Being on the outside seat of the port side, Jake grabbed the rope anchored to the inside of the chopper as Boomer grabbed the one across from Jake.
"Go! Go!" shouted the Captain.
Boomer and Jake with Sarge and Buzz from the other side bailed out, dropping with the ropes in hand.
Where the others had to take a minute and risk breaking their legs from the 25-foot drop, Jake fell like a rock. Hey, a healing factor had something going for it after all. That was a good thing, cause they popped out of joint when Jake hit the ground.
Jake anchored himself to the ground to let Mouse follow him down. Mouse was half way down when Jake's legs popped back in place allowing Jake back on his feet and crouching down to stay under the cannon fire.
Mouse landed onto the concrete that led into the sewer, as the Captain and Lookout landed next to Buzz and Sarge. Sarge fired into the group of Cybots, as Buzz was the anchor for the other two SEALs. The moment that the three of them were down, the chopper picked up altitude and got the heck out of there.
"Move to the tunnel. Sarge, Buzz, covering fire," ordered the Captain.
Buzz moved next to Sarge, bringing his SAW up to bear. As they opened fire, the rest of team moved up to the entranceway. Cybots were ripped apart from heavy machinegun fire. After a moment, they seem to reassemble. Didn't expect that.
Once inside, the Captain and Mouse took up both sides of the entrance.
"Cover fire, Sarge, Buzz," shouted the Captain, "get your ass out of there!"
He and Mouse opened up, and Sarge and Buzz turned and got out of the firing range of the bots.
"Sir," called Lookout looking through the scoop on his M14 rifle, "I've got something in my sight, it looks like a relay of some kind."
"Do you have a shot to take it out," he called back.
"Yes, but only if I can brace it on something, its to tight of an area to get a clear shot in," he reply.
Squaring up his shoulder, "Well, take aim sniper," replied Jake going to one knee,
Looking at Jake then the Captain nodding the ok, Lookout moved behind Jake.
Placing the rifle on his shoulder, "Hold still," after a moment, "This is gonna hurt, kid."
"I'll live," Jake replied.
After another second, he pulled the trigger. With the end of the barrel was only inches away from the front of Jake's face, the gunshot was louder then Jake ever heard.
"Argh, son of a…!" Jake cried out as Lookout raised the rifle.
Behind the Captain, Jake saw Buzz and provide extra covering fire as Sarge got to the entranceway. Cybots got hit and stayed down. The relay must be the key to the Cybots reconstructing quickly.
Once Buzz and Sarge both got inside, "Move into the tunnel," ordered the captain.
All Jake heard was ringing. Trying to clear up his hearing someone grabbed him then dragged him into the tunnel. It was Sarge as Mouse fired outside.
Inside the tunnel, Jake still heard ringing. Stopping for a rest, Jake stepped over to the wall and placed his forehead against it. Ram your skull through the wall, see that helps.
Slowly breathing, trying to clear his head in order to stop the ringing when someone touched me on the shoulder. It was Boomer and his lips were moving still Jake got ringing.
"I can't hear you, that shot screwed up my hearing."
He blinked, then the Captain walked out saying something.
Shaking his head, "I can't hear you sir, I can't hear anything."
Taking a moment, then asked something from Lookout who pulled out a small pad of paper and a pencil.
Writing down, "Are you going to be ok and will you still be able to fight?" then showed it to Jake.
"Just give me a minute or two to let it clear up, then I'll be good to go."
Nodding, he said something to the others.
Returning to Jake, he wrote, "You have two minute while we reprep our gear and the explosives are prepped."
Sitting down against the wall, Jake pulled out the one pistol he used and changed the magazine. He didn't have to worry about ammo for the time being. Not only did he have a dozen magazines in the belt pouches, he had a crossway bandolier across his chest with an extra ten magazines. All totaled ammo wise, Jake had over three hundred rounds between two pistols. Laying his pistol beside him, his hearing finally started to come back.
Waiting for the ringing to stop, he went back to thinking. Guarantee waste of time. The first fight and it really wasn't that bad. Blood was going to be a tough fight for Jake.
'If we manage to live that long," he thought, "who knows what were going to run up against down here?" Thanks for the optimism.
Buzz must've made a joke, because he, Sarge, and Mouse, while watching the tunnels, were laughing. The Captain studied the tunnel maps. Boomer worked on the charges.
"I hope someone makes it out of this alive," thought Jake as long as you stay died.
