Well, I guess its chapter 8……

Well, I guess its chapter 8…….um…yeah…..kind of reminds me of Rambo.

Chapter 8: Hunted

Brett Sasaki was finally done. The last of it was out and his patrol seemed to call him. "Well, then…." Brett buckled his pants and shuffled off into the woods. The glint of a knife flashed, and the cold metal pressed against his throat. "Don't move…." A gruff voice spoke from behind…."Who-who are you!?" Brett shuddered. "I have no name…." Brett soiled himself and after hearing a brief grunt of satisfaction from his captor, crumpled to the ground, his head throbbing and the darkness taking him.

Meanwhile…

Johnny Grant was in a tree. The guards were moving in. The Big Boss guards. He had thought of calling them Big Boss's sons, but that was taken, so he just decided to calling them the Rooks, after all they were just the strong outer layer, just behind the pawns. They were hiding somewhere in the trees. John cursed himself for not wearing Camouflage and tried to dully hide by rolling in a large puddle of mud (reminding him of his childhood) and hiding in small spaces. He had to find a way out of here quickly.

BEEP! BEEP!

Roy: Falcon, you have to do it.

John: What?

Roy: Those soldiers saw you; they're on Search and Destroy. What's worse is they're encoded not to stop until you are dead.

John: great.

Roy: They have to report the hit before returning to base and they must report in every ten minutes with morse code.

John: How can I use that to my advantage?

Roy: You can't take them head on, you need to find a way to get them without being seen.

George: You seen The Lost World?

John: Huh?

George: It's the second Jurassic Park movie.

John: Yes! What does that do to help me?

George: Pick 'em off one at a time. Don't let them spot you and be sure not to take out the lead until last.

John: That just might work……

Roy: Okay, listen to George. It's a good plan.

John: Alri-wait…….why doesn't he have a codename?

Roy: Well, technically….

John: So I guess the enemy could find him easy after this….

Roy: Well….you see…..

John: I'm hanging up……

Beedlybeep!

John needed a weapon and he needed to find the last guard. Wait. John paused and found a small branch on the tree. Hm…..John lined the ends with copper wire so it made a neat trap, slicing up the next man it came in contact with. There were….6…..

John climbed down gently, silently creeping through the woods, stalking the guards. He had almost no weapons left. There had been a severed hand in the river…..and John had pried the empty gun from its dead fingers, but that didn't serve much purpose here. John DID however have some equipment. Using a vine from a tree and some band-aids, he fashioned a small loop. Okay……

The last guard was somewhat smaller than the others…..scrawnier. He wasn't any less powerful either. Virtually ignored by the others. All but ignored when he slipped out of sight due to the small loop around his feet. Ignored are his muffled protests as his captor held him down. Ignored when the large ring of blood began to form around his back, the knife from his belt protruding from his chest. And ignored when the Radioman reported in.

"No located target yet, sir."

The second was pretty regular. He was a patrol, bearing the scorpion in his hands and that inexperienced-but-trained look in his cloned eyes. John had chosen to use the last victim's knife. "Okay….." his hands were heating up. They weren't just heated. SEARING. He was burning. "GOD!" he yelped before dropping it.

BEEP!BEEP!

John: Colonel, what was that?

George: I'll explain instead.

John: Okay.

George: The patrols in that area, those not on Reserve are equipped with fingerprint scanners. Only the identical guards can use them. You're lucky you got the knife. A gun would have sent 100,000 volts up your arm.

John: …..

George: Well…..I guess that means you won't get any guns…

John: I gathered.

Roy: That gun you got in the river was a Reserve's. You can use it.

John: Thank you!

Beedlybeep!

John found a stick and sharpened the end of it on a rock. It was now a spear. The next guard was going to die quickly. John appeared behind him quietly, almost materializing in thin air. A hand clasped over his mouth, and a spear in his chest. For Big Boss guards, this was relatively easy.

The third guard was more of a Support team. He had a SOCOM and a large riot shield. John was lucky he had wandered off. "CQC" he mumbled. The guard couldn't even react. John slammed the shield into his forehead and disarmed his gun, jamming the clip in his mouth to quiet him and then almost like lightning, he broke his neck.

The fourth was probably their leader. He had a large Pump action shotgun cradled in his arms and an AK-74u strapped to his back. Tough, John resolved, but not impossible. John waited until he was closer, then released the branch he had set up with wire into him. It sped up his heart rate and blood spilled from the piercing wounds, but the guard was stunned and unable to cry out, so he died with John's need to quiet him. John had found a clip to his Reserve weapon on him.

The fifth was the radio man. He was hunched over it, eating his rations. Easy prey. John pressed the gun to his head. With cat-like reflexes, the radioman spun, knocking the gun from John's hand and slamming his palm into John's face, knocking the wire out of his nose and causing him to bleed profusely. John countered with a jab, but the guard managed to get in three more low blows before drawing his own pistol. John leaped into the guards view and knocked the gun from his head, rolling back for his own. He managed to snatch it up and empty two rounds into his target, in the head and groin.

"Damn." The sixth guard was now running towards the woods. John quickly tapped in the code, "Intruder eliminated," then before a reply was returned, dashed off after the final guard.

Also, I apologize for the fuzziness of the last chapter. Fanfiction won't change the Font type, so it turned out confusing. Anyway, chapter 9 soon.

No Rocky...sorry...:)