A/N: I know what your thinking I turned this story from a total romance into a gut churning adventure. But I didn't like the whole me writing about something that happens everyday. So I had to spice it up a little and that's why were here now. Aside from that I was running out of normal things for them to do. And just to give a shout out to my friend that Im making read this story. Hey Ryan -shakes hand in air furiously-
ps: this is the last chappie in this story. look out for the sequel.
Disclaimer: I do not own MR characters and other things that originated in the series of books.
Ch. 8
The reason Im called Jag
The next day
I woke up in an all white room, there was a computer in the corner and a lamp on a small
table by a queen sized bed. On the bed Sam was crying into a pillow. I got up and walked over to
her, " What's wrong?"
" Where are we, they keep saying were at some kind of school and that we'll be out of
here soon if we cooperate? What are we supposed to do?" wow she hit all the perfect questions
right on the head.
" This place is the School, remember I told you this is where they made me what I am?
They're probably going to try to make me do what they made me for, and they're going to use
you and everyone else to get me to do it." I explained to her while getting my memory back.
" What did they make you for?" she asked both sad and confused at the same time.
" They made me to be a super soldier. I am able to withstand all kinds of poisoning and
can take extreme amounts of damage. They taught me everything I know about chemical warfare
and make-shift bombs and every other form of weaponry I know about. But they taught me too
much, I escaped, taking Max and the flock with me. We traveled together for a year, then they
got captured by the Erasers again. Before I could go and get them, my dad said they were safe,
and to never be seen again." I stopped so Sam could take this in.
"So, they brought you back so you could like, win a war for them, or something like
that?" Sam asked a little confused.
"Exactly, I am supposed to turn the tide of a war that no one knows about." I stopped so
she could think.
" How does no one know about it?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.
" It's the second Cold War. The soviets started it up again a couple years ago and now
they're threatening to bring they're struggle public." I said as the door behind me opened.
" Experiment 23118, you're wanted in the conference room." A regular old security guard
said while holding a rifle.
" Im coming. Sam remember just keep your spirits up and I'll be back for you asap." I
kissed her forehead and walked out the door. I followed the guard down the hall past several
rooms filled with operating equipment.
We stopped outside a door with a large metal sign on the door that read, 'Conference
Room, doughnuts on Wednesdays', "So where are my doughnuts?" I asked to the guard while
sitting down in front of a white-coat and two guards.
" Hello Jag, nice to meet you. My name is Troy, have you been alright in your room?"
one of the white-coats asked while handing me a cup of a brown sticky liquid. " Oh don't worry,
it's soda, Cola to be precise."
I drank the soda, " So lemme guess you guys are going to tell me to fight in this war or
else you kill my family, right?" they all looked at me not saying a word. " AM I RIGHT!?!?" I
saw one of the guards wave a stun gun at me.
" That is why we made you. We are going to offer you a chance to get your family out of
here without any tests or experiments." I rolled my eyes. " We need you to stop this war before
they detonate the nuke." my eyes widened.
" Nuke? The soviets made one? What about them going public, I thought they weren't
going to take any action until then?" I asked a little in shock.
" They did go public, as of two hours before we got you. That is why we need you now
more than ever." I sat back in my chair and put my hands behind my head and smiled. " What is
so funny?"
" Just now the cards are in my hands and I have the choice to do whatever the flying fuck
I feel like. You guys are in no bargaining position anymore. I am going to help save the world,
but under one condition." They all got the idea because the guard unlocked my handcuffs and
put down his weapons. " I want my family, including the flock, to be out of here at the same
time I go off for training. Second, I want a laptop with a camera so I can talk to my family
whenever I feel like. And last, you guys will leave my family and me alone after this is all over.
Got it?" They all nodded.
"You are already recruited in the army. You leave tomorrow, we'll let you say goodbye to
everyone." I got up and walked out the door not even looking back to see if my guard was
following. I was a free man after I won the war. If I win the war, if not then it's all over.
The next day
" Oh Jag, we'll miss you, Don't forget to write or email or call. Just do something
because we love you and if you leave us hanging then what are we supposed to do." that was the
shortest thing I ever heard Nudge say. Angel gave me a hug and left it at that.
Sam came over and gave me a kiss. "Be safe, I need you to help me take care of the baby,
and I love you." I kissed her back.
" Heroes can't die, remember? Plus, I gotta see my baby fly, even if it's just for a
second." She moved out of the way so Max could come through.
She gave me a big hug and said, " See you when you get back, big bro. Remember, fight
dirty." I chuckled.
" Dude if you die then who the heck is going to teach the baby to build bombs or make
extreme acids? It's not going to be me, Sam said if I did she would blow me up with it."
Fang didn't say anything, he just stood there and gave me a look that said, You better be
careful. I nodded and walked to the terminal where my recruiter was.
" So private... Jockley? Is that a real name?" I nodded " Whatever. Just hurry up and get
on the plane." He was a nice guy, about an inch shorter than me with a small little moustache,
Sgt. Johnson I think his name was.
I waved goodbye to my family and got on the plane. The next time I saw them could be at
our funerals or it could be the day that I am a hero and the world openly recognizes us Avians
for what we really are. This is the next step of the rest of my life. All I could think about is that I
had to get this done so my baby could live a happy life.