Authors note: Sorry for the delay in upload, had a lot of fringe science to research and to make up for it I'm posting an extra long chapter that I hope will soon become the normal-ish length of my chapters… Enjoy everyone, especially Porgles, who reviewed multiple times. If I get more reviews I will be motivated to write faster.

Now without further delay is chapter six:

The Breakout.

474 Hours until the Death in the engine room.

Staff Sergeant Don Sullivan was overlooking his post, A Large landing strip housing an air speeder in displeasure. "Fuckin' cold!" he muttered, striking a match and lighting a cigarette. 'Why the hell did he have to guard eggheads researching in a patch of snow in Alaska anyway?' he took a long draw. 'Who would break into Camp Sand-trap?' "Why the fuck is it called Sand-trap anyway Palma?" he looked to his left at the shivering Corporal. "Nothing but snow and icy water for miles."

The Corporal shivered again. "That's just what Kimball named it, so that Troops that earned selective assignment would find this place more appealing than an island in the Fuckin Bering Sea. Mostly misdirection." Palma replied, wishing he had a cig. The Staff Sergeant was already halfway through his; Sullivan had a questioning look about his face. "Then why are you here Corporal?"

'Why am I here?' he thought to himself. 'Wasn't like the Majors daughter said no to dinner, OR what happened afterwards. She told me she was 18, like what am I, a human age detector?' Well after that the Major had given him two options: Special Assignment or Tribunal. "Should've taken the fucking Court Marshall." Palma said out loud. That didn't answer Don's question but he decided to ask something else then press.

"Palma what are we here guarding anyway? Who here is going to steal a air speeder?" Gesturing to the Generals Personal Craft the two were tasked with guarding. The Staff Sargent wondered why it was so important, he had only just arrived on base the previous day, and Corporal Palma had been there for 3 weeks. So he constantly had to degrade himself by asking him everything about the base all day.

Palma Shrugged. "All I know is that were guarding a team of eggheads, Their zoo and a boy that Dr. Darla refers to as 'John W-0173' Kinda creepy if you ask me, Making a fabricated human. But as Kimball always Fuckin' says…" And the two said in unison:

"Project Foresight must accomplish its goals no matter how many laws of nature the process breaks." Kimball's mantra, the General put posters up and everything. He wanted to make sure the project ran smoothly, and that meant taking care of the human element. It worked fascinatingly well, Don was on base a little less than 18 hours and he already knew the location of every poster the island outpost had to offer.

Suddenly a large amount of snow fell apon the watchmen. They both cursed and looked up at the cliffs edge where the cold attack came from. Above them on the slope was Private Stasny. The lucky bastard got to pilot a Libery Walker. The 6-ton walker rose from the snow, its cold steel grey against the night sky. The Libery light walker had the most outrageous deign that Palma has ever seen.

He worked alongside them for years and seen them in jungle, sand, artic and urban environment's, and by far the jungle paint job was the best. The reason was because that no matter what paint job the Libery had, the 88mm cannon was always Olive Drab. The dull green contrasting against the white snowy pattern of the hull and 2 legs along with everything else on Hall Island.

"Stasny! Take your Cucumber Dick walker and get out of here! It's cold enough without your walker bringing down the fucking cliff on us!" The Staff Sergeant called up. The Private Laughed. "Dr. Know-It-All Wants to see ya Sarge, probably wants someone to fuck" Stasny Yelled back, lowering a chain down the 25˚ Slope. "Climb on up you lucky bastard, if you get some head tell me all about it."

Sullivan sighed turned to Palma. "Can you handle things here while I see what the Doc wants? And please Don't steal that air speeder while I'm gone." Palma nodded. "I don't know Sarge, I could fly to Both St. Petersburg's in that baby, take probably 12 hours either way but at least in Florida it isn't colder than Santa Clauses Nutsack." Palma said and then seeing the look Sarge gave him cut his hands up. "Alright Sarge you convinced me. I wont escape this icy hell… tonight."

"Damn Straight." Stasny said from above.

"God damn it Stasny shut the fuck up!" The two yelled up. Sullivan took grasp of the chain and let Stasny pull him up the ridge. Wondering why Darla wanted him. He wasn't a scientist, the only things he could do well were kill, cuss, drink, fuck, and paint. "We'll see what she wants…" He said to himself.

As soon as he step foot inside the research building Dr. Darla was on him, radiating excitement and talking fast. "Staff Sergeant! I'm so glad you're here! Jon made his first request asking for you! He wasn't told you were on this outpost or that you even existed! But he recited your name in full, height, weight, eye color and your report file to the letter! Isn't that exiting?" She yelled ecstatically. "Do you know what this means? The project was a success!" Then her expression got serious. "You need to tell me everything he says to you."

"Wait wait wait." Sullivan said. "You're not going to be present during our little meeting?" The Scientist looked at him as if he had two heads. "Heavens no!" She shouted "he said he wanted to talk to you and you alone. Besides I need to type up my report on all of this!" she said leading him to an Oak door. She grasped the handle and opened it, showing a well-lit room with a bed, desk, record player and a massive library that spanned one wall.

The walls where painted blue and green, setting a calm thoughtful atmosphere

Sitting at the desk facing away from them sat a boy drawing something, what exactly he was drawing was covered by his form. Sullivan took a step into the room trying to get a good look at the kid… He looked very young. Almost as young as Sullivan was when he sighted up for Uncle Sam's Country Club. 'Christ. Kid looks barley fifteen.' He thought to himself.

"Actually Staff Sergeant, I turned sixteen on April 6th." The boy said in a cool, calculated, yet kind lighthearted voice. Not looking up from his drawing he addressed Dr. Darla. "Vivian, remember to replace your ribbon on your type-writer, you put the replacement box in the left drawer this time." Dr. Darla shrieked in excitement and shut the door, running down the hall to her desk in lab 2b.

With that note the boy turned around, giving Don a good look at the kid. He was tall, physically fit as if he just came out of boot camp, but not in a toned muscular sense but in a subtle way. His hair was stark white, kept prim and proper in a Reg 5 Flat top hair cut. Don gasped when he saw his eyes. The boy had both Heterochromia iridis and iridium! His eyes fascinating and horrifying at the same time, Divided in perfect sections.

The entire bottom half was stunning semi-circle of Fucking Purple and the tops cut into sections of Blue, Brown, and Green. The top pattern set so that he blue was on the side nearest his nose, the brown sitting on top, and the green facing outward.

This was obviously the work of the fabrication process or experiments he most likely had undergone since his birth. He had an all right looking face Don supposed. The boy's cheekbones level with his nose to the point of artificial precision. His nose a smallish and slightly pointed shape, like that of a baseball player, His jaw was rugged, resembling that of the actor Tyrone Power.

The boy cleared his throat. Seeking to call attention away from his face and more to small talk, and then business.

"Would you like a smoke Staff Sergeant? Yours looks to be almost out. Besides, I do happen to have your favourite brand. He pointed to a small nightstand by the door, 1 exact foot from his bed and door. On said nightstand sat 4 cartoons of differing cigarette brands, 1 box of lucky strikes, 1 of Murad's, a box of Fatima's and 1 brand new carton of Philip Morris Special.

"How did you get these?" Don asked the boy. "They give me anything I want, as a sort of recompense for being experimented on or something." He responded. "The experiments did nothing more then give me minor headaches and odd color urine for a day or two. Not that bothersome really."

Don could do nothing but nod his head dumbly. "So why am I here?" he asked. It had been pressing his mind since Stasny told him that Doc needed him. The boys face showed a look of displeasure, but in a way as if he knew Don would ask that question. As He spoke again, the young Staff Sergeant felt as if he was being talked to in a slightly but well masked condescending way.

"Why Staff Sergeant." The boy started. "Why don't you ask me other questions before circling back to that? I have some exposition to offer if you ask the right questions."

Don thought for a moment and decided to ask a few painfully obvious questions. "What is going on with your eyes?" the boys face changed to one of gratitude. He responded kindly and this time there was no condescending manner, but one of respect.

"Oh this?" he said, his eyes shifting the colors around, first purple taking over the entirety of his eyes. Then disappearing into four sections, the blues and greens growing into crescents and the Brown sections acting as a divider between the two colors. Then back to the way Sullivan had first seen "My eyes change color depending on weather or not I'm using my foresight, or 'mind reading' abilities."

"Although the foresight isn't what you would expect. Instead of seeing the future as for what will happen, I see all of the timeline branches and possibilities for each moment." He said, then smiled "allow me to explain it simply, I can 'see' possible futures, like of Kimball gets word that we are meeting and is currently on his way here, which would mean that In 34 seconds he will burst through that door and end our parlay before id like it too"

He then looked at the intricate clock on the wall and counted off on his fingers 34 seconds. After that he spoke again. "I do hope this is the one where we are not impeded in our efforts. But I'm getting ahead of myself, your probably still confused so let me explain it like this…" he said and pulled out from his desk drawer a map like sketch of a river.

He pointed at the source of the flow and traced his hand to where it branched off into a hundred smaller streams then into a lake, speaking as he went. "This river flows into a lake, but there are multiple ways of getting to that point, so if you were to drop a leaf into the river, you would have to watch it so see were it goes, it might make it to the lake and it also might not." He said pointing at streams that simply ended and others that pooled into small ponds.

"The Leaf could go to any of these paths, but you only observe the one path that it actually takes, and only in real time. Where as I can see all of it, every path and flow, curve and outlet the river has and what the leaf could follow, and all from before you drop the leaf into said river." He looked up at the Staff Sergeant, and then continued.

"I can look at all the possibilities and see everything that can happen, although it is a pain in the ass." The boy said. "But it has its perks, like I can see into the future and listen to music that artists will make over 100 years from now, but that takes a lot of concentration. But I'm getting off topic back to possible futures."

He took a pencil off the desk and began marking off streams. "Normally I can rule out most, but sometimes I cant. Depends on the circumstances. And don't worry if I'm explaining too much I just want you to have a basic understanding of my abilities, works out better in the long run most of the time…"

"Don't worry about it I'm following along well enough, you can see all possible futures, even the bad ones. And you focus on the more probable ones and how to get your preferred future." Don said, he wasn't incredibly smart but he felt smarter than most people. "So I feel that you have more to say but I heard mind reading… care to explain that."

The boy laughed in amusement. 'This is turning out to be very intersecting.' He set the paper down and looked at the Staff Sergeant. "Well if I focus hard enough, I can read the minds of others, but more of forethoughts, I've been able to read the subconscious once before, it didn't work out too well." He said trailing off. "Anything else?" he asked.

"What about that guitar, you play? Don asked. Pointing to a nice well-worn guitar lying against the corner on his bed. "Also what's your name, Palma says its John but what do you go by?"

"Yes, I can play well. And I got to choose my own name so I chose Jonathan, but you can call me Jon for short, thus making me Jon W-0173, as that is my specimen ID." Jon said. "Now that a bit of exposition is out of the way, I can answer your initial the reason I asked you here is because I need your help, I had an incident during yesterdays experiment and it caused me to see a possible future that cannot happen, therefore I need your help in escaping this base and taking me to Gatchina." He said calmly, a stark contrast to that of Don Sullivan's reaction.

"You want me to what?" He said, his voice instantly on edge, this boy was asking him to help him escape after only moments after meeting him. He took a breath and tried to see the bigger picture at hand; if he helped him escape he would be branded a traitor and court marshaled. On the other side this possible future sounded bad. He needed more information to make his mind

"Jon, I want to know why you want me to help you escape from this island." He said, his voice cautious. Jon sat up in his chair. "Because escaping with you offers the highest chance of success. Also because you're the most capable out of every soldier on this base." Jon paused for a moment and looked at the door, he counted off again and then relaxed. "Its paramount that I get to Gatchina before the Leviathan."

Alarm bells rang, The leviathan was Britain's Pride and joy in regards to their air service, a bit weak compared to the Roxanne but still a formidable ship in and of itself. If he wanted to get aboard that whale, the Staff Sergeant knew that there would be major trouble following.

"If it helps make your decision faster." Jon said, perfectly well knowing it would. The leviathan will be heading to Italy soon; as Italia is going to declare war on England about noon tomorrow."

Jon was indeed correct in that assumption, Italy was a lot warmer than Alaska, that combined with the fact that a boy who could see into the future told him he needed his help. He knew all about the greater good, and what Jon was talking about sure sounded like just that. "Alright Jon I'll help you escape, just answer me one question." Don said after a moment. "How do you expect to escape from the island undetected?"

The boy laughed, his smile showing near perfectly aligned teeth. "The beauty in my plan is that we will not slip away without anyone noticing." Jon said, beaming at a plan only he knew. "But if we get caught mid escape then you don't return home a traitor." He smiled once more at the Staff Sergeants look of confusion. "Allow me to explain…"

30 minuets later:

"General Aaron S. Kimball! I want you to order Staff Sergeant Donavan R. Sullivan, to accompany me on my travels and keep me safe until I return. If you do not then I will be forced to kill him now." Jon Shouted into the icy wind, dawn was creeping up and he was running out of time. Kimball Stood next to an injured Palma and Stasny on the walker, his face staring daggers at the young man. Jon decided he needed further incentive so he moved the muzzle of Palmas Colt 45. Away from Don's head precisely 15˚ to the south and fired.

The shot rang out against the windy night, Startling Vivian who was standing on the ridge above the runway. Finally after a moment of thick, tense glaring the General relented. "Alright alright alright, calm down." He said putting his hands up slightly in surrender. "Staff Sergeant, You are hereby responsible for the wellbeing of Subject W-0173, and Project Foresight as a whole, Bring him home safe."

After this Jon aimed his pistol at the walker and fired. The bullet struck the Steam Gauge Assembly, Making a sound reminiscent of a train engine sounding its horn. Jon pulled Don into the air speeder and shut the door and ran to the controls, he initiated the startup sequence and strapped in, calling to Don to do the same.

As the engines began to roar, the prototype plane began speeding down the runway, the wings generating the lift necessary to bring the air speeder off the tarmac and into the night sky. Jon grasped the controls and made the necessary adjustments, pointing the craft towards Gatchina and raising their altitude to a ceiling of 5,211 feet, and speed to the maximum of 350.

"Alrighty then Sergeant, you can sleep, I will wake you in 6 hours for your shift explain how to fly. We shall arrive in Gatchina, Russia in a little under 12 hours." Jon said to Don who nodded, he was staring at Jon's eyes. For the first time since he met Jon's eyes were in their "original State for longer than 30 seconds. The blue and green crescents divided by tea brown splotches. Don got up moment later to explore the medium sized craft.

"Don't worry Alek, Ill see to it you make it out of this war alive." Jon said to himself quietly. Hoping that he could keep his promise to Vivian in the process…

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