A/N – Usual disclaimers apply, I do not own anything and if I did then M7 and Sentinel would still be going.
Sorry for the slow update, real life has been manic been helping a friend move house and stuff. Please review as like to know what people think.
Sentinel Legend.
Buck could not believe what Billy had said, he could see that literally every other person in the room was hanging on their every word.
"How do you know Chris Larabee?" Guy Royal looked at the handsome moustached sentinel.
"He's my best friend, and he was a latent sentinel." Buck wondered when and how Chris had come online, and why it had happened now after nearly forty years. "I haven't seen him for nearly a year."
Buck had to leave Chris because the man had finally driven him away, and Buck had not wanted to watch as Chris self destructed.
"I believe a sentinel and guide team should be sent to his home so that he can be brought here and tested." Guy Royal almost rubbed his hand in delight at the thought of getting his hands on the man, he now new his name so there was no escape for the man. "Also if he's feral we need to help him get control of his senses."
"I think that's a mistake." Buck did not trust these men to look after Chris's best interests. "I could bring him here, he trusts me."
"We need to take this to a more private area." Guy Royal waited for the men to follow him.
"I want to be involved." Judge Orrin Travis calmly spoke.
"You don't need to be involved." The Director did not want a man as powerful as the Denver ATF Director involved.
"I have power of attorney if Chris is incapacitated and I want Judge Travis to be involved." Buck hoped that Chris had not altered his paperwork otherwise he could possibly be in trouble.
"As you wish." Guy Royal would allow this for now, but he could get a judge to sign of custody of a sentinel to the SGF if that sentinel needed it.
Guy Royal, Judge Travis, Buck and The Alpha Sentinel and Guide all moved themselves to the directors office, he turned on the shielding so that they would not be over heard.
"Buck can you tell us more about Sentinel Larabee?" Judge Travis was curious to hear more about the man who had all of the Denver Sentinel and Guide Pride in uproar.
Buck thought about what information to give to these men, he knew that most of the things he would be telling them could be found by searching the Chris's records.
"Chris has been a Seal and a cop, he left the force after his wife and son where murdered in a car bomb meant for him." Buck took a depth breath as the hurt from their deaths had still not eased. "He lives on a ranch about an hour out from Denver."
"I will send Sentinel Spikes and his team to bring Larabee in." Alpha Stuart James informed the gathered men, he knew that Spikes was loyal to him as he was the second in command of the Denver pride and another Alpha sentinel. And he would bring in the sentinel regardless of him being feral or not.
"I will bring him here." Buck again tried to get the men to agree to him bringing Chris in for them to test and help.
"No you can advise the team but you will not get involved, do you understand Sentinel Wilmington?" The Director barked.
"Fine." Buck would see what happened when he got to Chris's ranch.
Chris walked Pony back to his ranch, he could feel a blinding headache building behind his eyes, he allowed the horse to chose its own path as the newly rising sun was blinding in its intensity, and the noise from the horses hooves as they struck the ground beneath him made Chris headache ten times worse. Chris knew that he was in trouble, but at the moment he could do nothing to help himself.
The man and horse tiredly entered the barn, Chris dismounted and he unsaddled his horse, he took a brush and began brushing the stallion down, he found the repeated motion soothing, Chris could hear Pony's heartbeat and he allowed himself to focus on the slow steady beat. The pain behind his eyes began to ease slightly, the stallion gently nudge the man with his huge noble head as blond man tiredly rested his weary head against the warm side of the horse.
"Good boy." Chris murmured as he closed the stable door and made his way unsteadily to the house, he went straight into the bedroom and flopped on the bed, pulling a pillow over his head, Chris tried to relax. The bed dipped and Chris felt a cold wet nose touched his neck, he reached around a patted the wolf's large head, Chris felt his tension ease as he relaxed, as sleep claimed him, Chris felt satisfied for helping the children.
Robert Spikes was a level seven sentinel who did not have a guide of his own, he was the beta of the Denver pride, and he was a confident arrogant man, who thought that mundane where not in the same class as sentinels or guides. He led a team of sentinel's and guide's who normally worked in conjunction with law enforcement officer's within the Colorado state.
He had overheard everything about this new sentinel and he was keen to meet the man, and if necessary show him that he was in charge and he would not give up his position for no sentinel no matter how special he supposedly was.
His team had been given Larabee's address and they where heading out to the man's ranch. He would bring in the feral sentinel even if he had to tranquiliser the man to do it.
They had initially left Wilmington at the SGF building as he was still speaking with Alpha James and the Director as well as the mundane Judge. Spikes was happy about this as he felt threatened by the jovial man, who was a higher rated sentinel.
The blond head lifted from under the pillow, a low growl rumbled from the mans throat as he heard the vehicles pull up infront of his home. Silently stalking to the bedroom door he waited for the man to knock on his door.
Spikes looked at the dark clad man who opened the door before he had a chance to knock. The green eyes where red rimmed and Spikes could see a rash on the man's skin, obviously the sentinel was in trouble as his bodies reactions must be uncomfortable.
"Christopher Larabee, my name is Bob Spikes and you need to come with us to the Sentinel and Guide Foundation." Spikes hoped the man would come quietly.
The door slammed shut in spikes face, as Chris went into his kitchen getting himself a glass of water he listened as the people outside moved back to one of the large van's they had arrived in.
Spikes indicated his team should enter the van he turned on the white noise generator so that they could not be overheard.
The Dark Sentinel snarled, his head tilted as he listened intently to the conversation in the van, he pushed through the bubble generated by the white noise generators. He smiled as he listened to the intruders plan on how to take him.
"We can use whatever means necessary to help this sentinel." Spikes looked at each of his team mates in turn. "So we'll use the flash bangs first to try and disorientate him."
The team moved into place, the sentinels listened for the man in the house heartbeat and found it slow and steady and nowhere near the doors they where about to break in.
The Dark Sentinel smiled as he moved closer to the front door, he waited patiently for the intruders to make the first move.
Simultaneously the front and back doors where kicked open and the small flash bangs where thrown in, the dark sentinel had dialled down his hearing and sight as soon as the bombs where thrown in, and immediately after the sound and flash had dissipated he ramped them up as soon as the two men entered the front of the house the sentinel in the lead found himself spun round and a fist caught him in the jaw, knocking him out, the second man tried to protect his partner, but as soon as the guide touched Chris, his barriers where overwhelmed by a sense of anger, the guide groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head. The Dark Sentinel caught the guide and gently lowered him to the floor, he moved the two men closer together so that the sentinel instinctively shield the downed guide.
The second team advance slowly into the large single story ranch house, Chris moved silently to the kitchen door, he waited for the men to enter, once again he attacked the sentinel, the smaller guide again tried to come to the sentinel aide, but he found himself pinned by feral green eyes, as the lean man dropped the sentinel on the floor, the guide raised his tranquiliser gun and pulled the trigger the dart hit the growling sentinel, but to the guides horror it seemed to have no effect. Panicking the guide tried to reload, Chris reached him and gently took the gun from his hand, the guide blinked confused he expected the man to turn on him, instead he was pulled closer and sniffed, the sentinel rumbled annoyed as he pulled the guide behind him and to the front door, he pointed to the dazed sentinel and guide who where just now beginning to stir.
"Out." The Dark Sentinel snarled.
The guide quickly helped the dazed pair to their feet he pushed them towards the door and once they where outside he returned for his partner. The green eyed sentinel watched as the guide struggled to help the moaning sentinel to his feet, the man did not appreciate the help and he growled at the guide. Suddenly the feral sentinel had moved the guide gently out of the way and he had pinned the sentinel to the floor and was snarling.
"I'm sorry." The sentinel yelped as he felt the coiled power from the other man, he felt cowed and bared his throat in a sign of submission. The shocked guide could only watch as the man almost whined in terror.
"Protect the guide." The Dark Sentinel almost inhumane voice snapped, the chastised sentinel slowly got to his feet as he was released, he did not shake off the hand the guide held out to help him the two men left. Chris calmly reclosed his front and back door, he once again listened as the sentinel called Spikes berated his men.
Director Guy Royal sat in his office with Judge Travis and Sentinels James and Wilmington, he could tell that Wilmington wanted to leave but Royal was determined to give Spikes and his team as much time as he could to bring in Chris Larabee.
"Do you have video feed to Spikes and his team?" Judge Travis asked, he knew that Royal was delaying the other man deliberately.
"Yes." Royal led the men into what he described as a situation room, he could see a communication technician was working on the feed from the communications van that had gone with Spikes team. "Has Sentinel Spikes checked in?"
"No Director." The technician informed the five men.
"Get him on the line I want a progress report." Royal snapped he waited impatiently for the man to appear.
Bob Spikes appeared in front of the camera, he looked upset and angry.
"What's going on Spikes?" Alpha James growled at his second in command.
"We asked Sentinel Larabee to come with us and he refused, and so we used flash bangs and that was unsuccessful." Spikes could not understand how that man had taken out his two pairs, with seemingly little trouble. "I may need more resources sir."
"Was anybody hurt?" Judge Travis asked concerned he did not want to see anyone hurt.
"A few bumps and bruises and Guide Williams barriers have gone but he's had a shot of dampener so he's able to function." Spikes looked at the four members of his team who where being looked at by the team medic, the other two pairs of sentinel and guides where not keen to try and capture this man.
The two guides who had entered the house sat side by side.
"He didn't hurt me." Guide Simon Wallace, did not get how he had not be hurt by the feral sentinel.
"He just blew my barriers away." Guide George Williams hated using the chemical dampeners. "But he mad sure that Sentinel Jones shielded me, it's like he doesn't want to hurt us."
"I think it's going to take more that us here to capture that sentinel." Sentinel Frank Jeffers spoke quietly to the guides, his jaw hurt but he realised that the sentinel could have done much more damage than just knocking him out. "I wonder what Alpha Spikes wants to try next."
"Who knows but its bound to be painful for someone." Guide Wallace grimaced.
Buck stood up.
"I'm going to the ranch and hopefully I can talk Chris into coming here voluntarily before someone gets hurt." Buck waited to see what the other men would say.
"Fine Sentinel Wilmington but I'm sending more people to Spikes in case you fail." Director Royal snapped at the handsome man, he had never liked the sentinel he always struck him as to jovial and fun loving and not as respectful for the role of Alpha or Director as he should be.
"Take the helicopter as it will be quicker, I assume there is a landing site at this ranch." Alpha James wanted the matter resolved quickly.
"An excellent idea Alpha James." Director Royal gushed at the other man, who regally nodded his head in acknowledgement.
Buck just watched the interplay between the two men and kept his disgust to himself.
Judge Orrin Travis decided that he did not like either the Director of the Denver SGF or the Alpha Sentinel, the Alpha guide had hardly said anything but something about her made Travis's skin crawl.
Buck rushed to the helipad he could see a second team of sentinels and guides about to board the helicopter, he also noticed a sentinel and guide stood off to one side, he recognised the guide as a doctor who dealt in sentinel/guide medicine, he was glad the doctor was coming along, but he could tell the man's bear like sentinel was not happy. Finally Buck and the rest of the group took off and headed to the Larabee ranch.
"Let's try smoke grenades and see how he does with that, and have both the tranq guns and pepper spray to use on him." Spikes ordered. The two teams would again assault the house from the front and rear. "This time take him down, he's one sentinel and you are supposed to be the best Denver has to offer."
Chris snarled and growled as he listened to the man who wanted to take him down. The wolf raised its head and howled, the sentinels and guides outside the house froze, Spikes growled at his team to move.
Once again the doors where kicked open and the four men entered the house after throwing in a couple of smoke grenades, the smoke should incapacitate the man inside. The team entering the rear of the property moved away from the door, the guide hoped that this time they could get there target before they ended up like the first assault team. He looked around, nearly jumping out of his skin as a shadow suddenly appeared next to him, before the startled guide had a chance to react his mask which stopped the smoke from affecting him was ripped from his head, his eyes immediately began to tear and he began to cough. His sentinel partner swung around, but before he had a chance to react his mask was ripped off and thrown across the room, the sentinel began to choke and gag. Both men where pulled towards the broken back door and pushed into the bright sunshine.
Spikes groaned as he noted his stumbling choking men, he rushed over and pulled them away from the house, he could only hope the other team had better luck.
The sentinel listened hard for the man who was causing all the trouble, he felt the guide behind him, allowing him to focus intently and not zone. He moved forward and fired the tranq gun at the shadow that seemed to detach itself from the doorway he was coming to, he was sure he had hit the man but again the man showed no effects, even though the darts should incapacitate him. Dropping the gun the sentinel raised his hands to defend himself, before he had a chance to hit the man, he found himself thrown through the air, landing with a bone jarring thump the protective mask was ripped from his face, the sentinel immediately began to choke from the thick smoke being given off from the grenades.
The guide stood, he did not know whether to pepper spray the snarling feral sentinel or go to the aide of his partner, he rushed to the downed sentinel.
"Dial down your sense of smell and sight." The guide shouted, he felt panic from the gasping sentinel which threaten to overwhelm him, his barriers began to fail, shuddering he tried not to panic himself. A hand gently rested on the back of his neck, he felt the feral sentinel bolster his barriers, the man moved so that he was closer to the guide. The guide felt a sense of calmness, he worked on helping the panicked sentinel regain control, as soon as he felt the man calm the hand at his neck was removed, the guide almost wept at the loss of contact. Looking up he saw the gifted sentinel smile down at him, he pulled his partner to his feet as the green eyes watched him leave.
Spikes wanted to kick something, how in the hell could this be possible, this Chris Larabee was a nightmare, how was he meant to take him down if the man did not seem effected by things that would put any normal sentinel into distress or a major zone. What Spikes also could not understand was that the man had not hurt any of his team, other than a few bruises and the like everyone was more or less healthy.
Chris leant against the wall, he felt sick and his vision was greying out, exhaustion and pain where making him want to find a dark corner to crawl into. But he was determined that these strangers would not take him away from his home. He focused on listening to the leader of the sentinels, Chris could hear a strange noise getting closer to his ranch, he realised that it was a helicopter which landed on the paddock in front of his house, Chris watched as more men and women exited the large craft, Chris focused on one man in particular, he smiled as he recognised his best friend, but then he growled, as he saw Spikes shouting at Buck, he focused on listening to the heated conversation.
"You're an idiot Spikes." Buck growled he did not back down from the larger man who invaded his personal space. "You're lucky no ones been hurt."
"Who do you think you are Wilmington, I don't take orders from you?" Spikes snarled at the other man. "Just stay out of the way."
Spikes stormed away from Buck, who growled in frustration, he looked towards the house and sighed.
"Sentinel Wilmington, can you tell me more about your friend?" The black guide moved closer to the tall man. "My name is Nathan Jackson and I'm a Guide as well as a Doctor."
"I need to get in there and see if I can talk Chris into coming out before someone gets hurt." Buck moved towards the communications van with Nathan following.
"One of the guides said they had hit him with atleast to tranquiliser darts, which should be enough to put anyone to sleep for quite some time." Nathan quietly spoke to the blue eyed sentinel, Buck stopped and turned to focus on him. "I want to help him before these idiots hurt him, or cause some kind of irreparable damage."
"I'm going to talk to Director Royal." Buck entered the van he moved next to Spikes who was advising Royal, Travis and Alpha Sentinel James and Alpha Guide Wickes.
"So we'll attempt another entry to the house, this time I'll send in more that four people." Spikes confidently told the people on Denver.
"Director Royal I think you need to let me try and get Chris to come out without resorting to any more of these dangerous tactics." Buck struggled to keep calm. "Chris is not a criminal and Spikes actions are just going to keep him in a feral state and eventually someone is going to get seriously hurt."
Director Royal wanted to deny the man the opportunity to help his friend but before he had a chance to respond the Judge spoke.
"You have my support Buck, and if you can resolve the matter without anyone being hurt then do it." Judge Travis dared the Director to disagree with him. "And if you can prove that you have Larabee's power of attorney if he's incapacitated then you are well within your rights to have Spikes and his people ejected from the ranch."
"You can try to bring him out but I want him brought to the SGF to be assessed." Royal glared at the Judge who starred back without blinking.
"Fine." Buck was relieved now he just had to hope Chris was not to far gone and that he would listen to Buck.
"Sentinel Spikes you are not to interfere with Sentinel Wilmington's attempts unless he is in danger from Larabee." Royal ordered. "Guide Doctor Jackson I want Larabee sedated as soon as you are able so that he can be safely transported to Denver SGF building."
Nathan nodded at Royal, he followed Buck out the van.
"Good Luck Sentinel Wilmington." Nathan went to his medically supplies and loaded a syringe he would hopefully not have to use the drug.
Buck walked towards the house he used to call home, he noted that the house was in good repair although the front door was damaged from the assault from Spikes and his goons. Buck kept his breathing slow and even he projected a calm air, he slowly entered the and took a look around, luckily for him the smoke from the smoke grenade had disappeared, he could hear Chris's heartbeat which was racing.
"Come on Big Dog it's me Buck." Buck quietly spoke while he waited for the man to show himself. "I want to help you Chris."
"Buck."