Chapter 17
The Escape
Agent Anderson sat in a beautiful chair in the office of Dr. Thomas Werner Mittlewerk. They were in the San Diego branch of the Hanso Foundation, a genetics company that had partnered with Itex. Dr. Mittlewerk sat behind a desk looking over some papers. Mittlewerk was wearing a light purple shirt and a black tie, and a white labcoat was draped over that. He had a very pale, bony face, and his light silver hair was tied into a long ponytail down his back.
" Thank you for the fine specimens you brought us. I assure you they will be put to good use," said the Dr. in a clipped, possibly South African accent.
" It doesn't really matter what you do with them Dr., as long as it's particularly unpleasant," replied Anderson with a wry smile. Mittlewerk smiled back.
" You know, I like you. I think I'll tell you what we're going to do to them. First, we'll take a DNA sample from their bone marrow, which is extremely painful. I've heard that if you have DNA taken from your marrow, the pain is so intense you won't be able to sleep for the rest of your life. Next, we'll study them. And finally, we'll execute them and submit their organs to our Life Extension Project," listed Mittlewerk. Anderson stood.
" They're in good hands, Dr." At that moment a loud alarm sounded and before Mittlewerk could do anything Anderson was gone and a police officer stood in his place, completely confused.
Seconds later on the rooftop, Anderson, Walker, Hall and King were piling into the Mi-35. In seconds it had taken off. It descended a few levels, below the roof. They had modified it with stealth capabilities, so even Wolf wouldn't be able to hear it until it was right on top of him. They waited a few minutes. Then Wolf came sprinting down the hallway. He froze and looked left. Anderzson gave a little wave and started the chaingun. A mechanical whirring noise filled the air. Wolf figured out what was about to happen just in time to see two nose mounted mini-guns beginning to rotate. The chain-guns mounted on the chopper's nose were revving up. Wolf ran just as the first one hundred rounds ripped from the dual spinning barrels. Each barrel consisted of six metal tubes that spun each time a round of shells were fed into the weapon. A cacophony of loud gunshots ripped through the air. Until now an ambient whirring noise was all that could be heard from the shopper blades. The chain guns shattered the dull, ambiant humming with ease. Those high velocity rounds ripped from the twin mini-guns. The windows were utterly shredded. It was incredibly chaotic. Glass flew, dust spurted from the walls, and Anderson was imagining somewhere that the full orchestral version of Ode to Joy was playing. Wolf ran down the hall through the rain of bullets, and Anderson cackled. The mini chain-guns finally came to a stop, ending on an electric sounding whine.
Anderson hovered after Wolf just as he passed through a door into an armory. Anderson could see Wolf picking up an M16, which he promptly unloaded at the chopper. Anderson put himself on loudspeaker and his voice echoed through the air.
" Oh, what a fun game! You're like a stupid little fly, buzzing around my head. Well, dance fly, DANCE!!!!" Anderson ended his speech and fired a missile at the room. It exploded and tore a hole in the side of the building and it burst into flames. Anderson followed Wolf as he ran down a hall, waiting for the chain gun to reload. Wolf bumped into Katy, Max, and their little gang. He said something, which Anderson thought was " Run!!!!!!" They looked up an spotted his chopper. Their expressions were priceless. The chaingun finally finished reloading and he fired again, decimating that side of the building. The hallway finally ended in a big room with plenty of columns to use as cover. Anderson rubbed his hands with glee; this was a fun day after all. Wolf had grabbed some weapons from the armory and was tossing them to everybody. They fired at him in vain. He fired another missile, decimating a few columns. Wolf pulled out a bazooka. A bazooka. How'd he get one of those? He took aim, fired, and watched as a shell struck the chopper. Anderson retaliated by firing the chaingun and two missiles at the same time. At least 5 columns were wiped off the Earth. The chopper shook again as another shot from Wolf pounded it. Anderson let off all he had, the chaingun, dumbfire missiles, and anti-tank missiles were fired at the same time in a devistating barrage of death. The room looked like a scaled down apocalypse, fire everywhere, the ceiling collapsing. He loved it.
The group stumbled out from behind the nonexistant columns, all bruised, bloody, and scarred in some way. The chaingun was revving up for a final barrage as Wolf took aim and fired. The shell slammed into the chopper and that was it. Flames burst out and it spun haphazardly through the air, towards the building. Anderson guided it into the room and there was a massive explosion, a fireball of glass and black smoke. Flames were everywhere and the building was collapsing. Challenging them to escape, Anderson died, only to be reborn seconds later by possesing another person. He would stop Wolf from escaping if it was the last thing he did.
A/N: Soory I haven't written in a while, it's just that I have been splitting my time between two other stories and this one, and I DO have a life outside of writing, so it's been a bit hectic. So, the building is collapsing in sections, and Wolf and the good guys need to escape, but Anderson needs to stop them. P.S. Dr. Mittlewerk and the Hanso Foundation are the property of ABC and Lost, not me. Please review if you read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!