Chapter 5

Cid took a few steps back and Sef did the same. Both were shocked that they would be fighting one another.

"What's wrong, I told you that you were going to fight my best, and Sef here fits my idea of the perfect solder."

"Commander," Sef started," isn't there another way to let him join? He's right, this is Cid's fight as well as ours!"

Hollender took a step forward towards Sef.

"What's wrong, don't know if you can fight Cid. Don't you have a back bone?"

"That's a low blow Hollender, striping one of your men's pride like that."

"I can do that if I want to," Hollender replied," besides Sef has no say. Only you do Cid."

Cid was ticked off about the whole string of events. All he wanted to do was pass threw Central City instead of having to travel around the city perimeter. But now he some how got involved with an Organization threat to the world's capital, and he couldn't let the Organization exist on this part of the world. Cid then looked down at Sef. The snow fox looked like he didn't want to fight, and to tell the truth, Cid didn't either. However, the only way he could get involved with the incident at hand, was for him to fight Sef, one of his few friends.

"Ok Hollender," Cid said in a low tone," I'll fight Sef."

Hollender Smiled; as if he wanted the two to fight.

"Excellent, I'll prepare VR chamber 15. The fight will start in one hour, and you can't see each other until then."

Sef was the first to leave the room, leaving Cid behind with Hollender. Cid just stared at Hollender before speaking.

"So I can see that you still love pitting people against each other."

"What can I say," Hollender responded," I love watching people fight against each other, it's so exhilarating!"

Cid slammed his fist into the wall.

"Ya, I'm sure it is, after all, I lost about halve my men to your sick ideas."

"Oh come on they were just waste!" Hollender was laughing at this point. To him it was all just a game, and he loved it.

"I lost my friends, and you didn't stop there. I'm glad that Hellsung refused to send his men to you, and I'm glade I stopped too. It's not all surprising that Chrono got rid of your sorry ass! I've just have one question."

Hollender turned away from Cid," What?"

Cid stepped into the dark area of the room.

"Why the hell did G.U.N pick you up?!"

It was then that the door behind them opened up, and a man stepped into the room.

"Because we wanted a man who has worked in the organization. Hello Cid."

It was Ross, the man who was responsible for bringing Cid into the fight in Metropolis City. However he was about two years older now, and he started to have a bit of gray hair.

"Ross, I didn't know that you still worked with G.U.N."

Ross then took a few steps towards Cid. He then looked at Cid's sunglasses.

"To tell you the truth, promoting Hollender was my last action of commander. So you still wear these?"

Cid took his sunglasses off. He looked at them and sighed. Cid has been wearing the same pair of glasses since he was promoted to Elite status in the Organization. He even wore them during the incident in Metropolis City.

"You know me," Cid began," I hate scaring the people who have information. Besides, only a few people are used to my eyes."

Ross laughed and walked up to Hollender.

"Cid, if you could please give us some time alone. I need to discuses something with Hollender."

Cid shook Ross's hand, and then left the room.

"Well," Cid began as he looked at his watch," I've got about thirty minuets left. Might as well go to the armory to load up on ammo."

It was at this time that Sef was stepping into the armory. The snow fox flicked his tail as he walked down the isles, looking for the right weapons to use in his fight.

"Knowing Cid, he'll be using his sword quite a bit," Sef mumbled to himself as he looked at all of the blades. The blade rack was equipped with all sorts of cutlery: knives, swords, and reapers. Sef took a step back and sighed.

"Unfortunately with that flame sword of his, none of our swords stand a chance against it. However…." Sef turned around and walked towards the back of the armory, towards the lockers. Sef pulled out his key card and proceeded to swipe it on the console. His tail, which was once stationary, started to flick up and down as if he was excited about something. It's true, Sef was excited. As he opened his locker, he found a big black attaché case. Reaching inside the locker, Sef pulled the case out and laid it on the floor. The case was about six feet long, and on the right side of the case were two locks. One was a key lock and the other a word combination lock. Sef inserted the key and entered the word "Snow".

"Maybe," Sef told himself as a smile appeared on his face," this should do me well."

Inside the case was a gunblade. The handle of the sword was the handle of a revolver, including a six shot cylinder and trigger. The barrel of the gun was built into the blade, but never exited the blade at all. What the user of the blade did was insert six blanks into the chamber. Then when they are about to make contact with their opponent, they pull the trigger to fire the blank. The heat from the blank heats up the sword, and making the blade five times deadlier than normal. Sef placed the sword on his back and grabbed several cases of revolver blanks. He then proceeded to pick up ammo for his Tech Nine machine gun. He also picked up a rifle for safe measures. As he was exiting the armory from the west side, Cid was entering from the east side. Like Sef he was walking down the isles looking for the right equipment. He then sighed as nothing in there could be used for his revolver. Unlike most revolvers of the time his was special. It was a .60 cal revolver that he stole from an Organization facility. It was modified to handle the fierce firepower, and had a custom double barrel. Not to mention that the chamber had twelve slots instead of the usual six or the rare seven. He then looked at the gun.

"Damn, twelve shots. I guess I should have grabbed more ammo back at the last supply facility."

With only twelve shots left, he knew that he needed an extra gun or two. Then it hit him.

"Say, I don't suppose they still have that one pistol that they confiscated from me back in the day."

Cid then left the armory, and headed towards the north exit. Without thinking he took a right, then a left, then another left, and stopped behind a wall. He took a quick glance from the corner of the wall.

"Bingo!"

The room that Cid was looking at was the weapon evidence room, complete with two machinegun cameras. The lock of the door was a keypad, and it also had a fingerprint scanner as a failsafe. Cid reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a chaff grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it around the corner of the wall. After a few seconds the grenade went off, crippling the camera's electronic equipment for about ten seconds. Cid jumped out of the wall and quickly disabled the cameras by taking out the lenses. He knew that they send a man to fix it, so he had to hurry. He then took out a keypad descriptor and placed it on the lock. Now the big issue was trying to get pass the fingerprint scanner.

"There's no way I can get passed this, and trying to blow up the door is just foolish."

"Hey what did you do?!"

Cid tuned around to see a solder behind him. He had his gun pointed at Cid, and had a box of tools next to him.

"Sorry," Cid began," I was walking down this hallway when the cameras started to fire at me, so I did what came natural to me."

The solder sighed and placed his gun back in it's holder.

"Do you realize how much shit I need to repair now Mr."

"Draco," Cid quickly answered," Marc Draco."

"Thanks Draco, thanks a lot!"

With the guard now in front of Cid, Cid quickly hit him on the back of his head, knocking him out. He then placed the guard's finger on the scanner, and luckily enough the guard had access to the room. Cid then stepped into the room. The room was pitch black with a small beam of light coming out of the door. Cid felt around for a light switch, and turned the lights on. The whole room lit up to revel that the room was bigger than the armory.

"Shit, this could take all day. Not to mention I only have fifteen minuets left before the match begins."

Cid started to scourer around the room, trying to find out where they might have put his old gun. He then found an isle that caught his eye; it was labeled Metropolis Incident. Looking down the isle it was all there: the experiment that escaped, the old gas guns that the organization used, the shells of bio-nukes, and Voski's old gun. This room brought so many tragic memories back to Cid, memories he tried to forget. There was one thing that Cid saw, a huge anti-tank rifle that was a crimson red color. And next to it was the gun he was looking for. It was his old custom gun that used napalm explosive shells to which bore it's name: Solar. The trigger was made like a paintball gun trigger: fast as hell. The magazine capacity was about fifty rounds. Next to it was a shelf with a ton of ammo on it. As Cid reclaimed his gun and started taking ammo, his mind wondered back to the rifle next to him.

"Was that my rifle? How on earth could I carry that thing?"

All of a sudden Cid had a migraine, which brought Cid to his knees. He soon blacked out.

When he opened his eyes, there was black all around him.

"Where am I?"

"In your locked part of your mind. The one section you managed to block off for about two years now."

Cid looked up at the thing in front of him, but the strange thing was that it was him. However he looked like a demon of sorts, and fire was shooting out of its body.

"No, it can't be!" Cid shouted.

"Yes it is, your personal demon, the same one who inherits your body: Calamity.

And with that Cid woke up to find himself back in the weapon evidence room.

"Shit, I don't know how or why, but it's back."

Cid then looked at his watch to discover that he hade five minuets to reach the VR room.