Chapter 12
Extraction
"No!" Wolf screamed as Rayne stumbled back. Wolf caught her and gently lowered her to the grass. How cute. A crimson tide was rushing from the wound in her side. 50 caliber bullets tend to have that effect on people.
"You're an idiot," whispered Rayne. Anderson 2.0 nearly burst out laughing. Wolf did let out a laugh as Rayne's eyes closed. He stood, looking back at the possesed form of Fang. Anderson/Fang smiled, knowing Wolf was to emotional to hear the noisy arrival of the Mi-35. A thick, black cord dropped from the cargo doors and the original Anderson slid down it, landing softly on the forest floor. Wolf stupidly chose to rush Anderson 2.0. The Anderson clone twisted to the side and grabbed Wolf's arm, twisting it behind him. But he kept on turning. His leg slammed into his side and he doubled over, trying to find oxygen. That's when the original chose to step in.
"Good afternoon, Wolf," Anderson said casually. Wolf just flipped around and punched him in the jaw. Anderson didn't even flinch. He just raised an eyebrow.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"What do you think?" Wolf retorted. He turned to see the copy standing up, and he attempted a punch. The copy just stopped the flying fist with his outstretched palm. Anderson quickly drew his Desert Eagle, holding the barrel to Wolf's head. Wolf finally seemed aware of the chopper. Fang/Anderson stepped away just as more rope uncoiled from the chopper and more Erasers dropped into the forest, already in full morph. They formed a ring around the prone Wolf. An Eraser strode casually over to Rayne and slung her over his shoulder.
"Put her down!" Wolf screamed, trying to rush toward her. Anderson twisted his arm with a little under the pressure needed to break a bone. He gritted his teeth and stood. The helicopter landed in the clearing and the Eraser's climbed in. Anderson stepped away and jabbed Wolf with the gun. The chopper blades started again. The Russian built chopper was just about primed for take off. Anderson stepped away from Wolf and the gun went with him. Anderson pistol whipped the experiment on the side of the head and he fell to the ground. The Andersons got into the copter and it rose up off the forest floor.
"Did we leave a team?" yelled Anderson over the whirr of the blades, his suit blowing in the wind.
"Yes!" answered the pilot. "We left your guys a ways down in the woods."
" Drop me off there!" said Anderson. The chopper banked left and headed toward a second clearing. it hovered over a makeshift campsite. Anderson uncoiled a rope and slid down into the clearing. Then the chopper flew away, the whirr of the rotors fading into the distance. Walker, Hall, and King mulled about the campsite. A few normal Erasers lounged about as well.
"What have we got?" asked Anderson, glancing about. Agent Walker answered him.
"We've got a GMC Denali XL and a Cadillac CTS-V. We've got a duffel bag of guns in the Caddy, and a couple of grenades in there as well," Walker said. Anderson glanced at the two black vehicles, the huge SUV dwarfing the tiny sedan.
"What do we have for weapons?" asked Anderson.
"There are a couple of Uzi's in the Caddy, and we put a G36 in the GMC." called King from across the clearing. Anderson was satisfied. He smiled.