Another choppy chapter, thanks to Fanfiction. Here's another, hope I fixed the problem.
Chapter 9: Sightings (sounds more exciting than it is. Don't worry; it'll play into later chapters)
John raced through the jungle, still hobbling on his leg, but keeping pace with the fleeing soldier. John loaded the clip into his gun, thumbing off the safety and checking his cracked Solid Lens for nearby patrols. Luckily, he found none. Strange enough, his radar was being interfered with; there was strange chatter from nearby. He listened to the chatter. It was like a whisper. Were they…train stations? John almost decided not to fire, but then on instinct, raised the gun and unloaded a round. It missed the soldier and slammed into the nearest tree. "Damn…." He mumbled. John was losing stamina quickly. He could already see himself in a bloody torture room, the strange hands of unknown men feeling him and probing around, and the sharp pains of his human rights being violated, and the horrible knowledge of death being inevitable, and wishing it would all just end and he could die and that maybe he had a chance and….and….
John pushed away the thought. He had been trained not to crack by FOXHOUND specialists. Not traditionally, but in VR. He hadn't been informed. They had placed him in it in his sleep. He awoke to find his room stormed by armed gunmen, and taken to an unknown location and beaten until he talked. He was graded and retested again, but in different scenarios until he finally learned not to break. It was gruesome, inhumane, but it trained him. He would die before he leaked information…
His train of thought was broken by a bloodcurdling scream. Ahead of him was the soldier, hunched over in pain, his feet dragging. John squinted to see the man, who was dripping blood from a wound on his back. John was astonished. Not by the wound, but by the small glob of blood suspended in mid-air behind the soldier. "What the hell…." John gasped a sound of fascination as the electronic buzz revealed a form and electricity slid around the blade now revealed to be the source of the glob. The form wasn't fully revealed, but Dave knew it wasn't fully human. All he saw was the bright light on the thing's head: glowing a healthy shade of red. "Who the hell are you?" John demanded, aiming the gun at the eye. The eye seemed to give the impression it paused to think, and then John heard a mechanical voice speaking through the mask.
"I am neither enemy nor friend."
Then the eye and the body left, leaving the man's body behind.
Meanwhile….
The dirty blond-haired man known to some as Desert Eagle hid in the bush. His real name was Derek, but that was completely irrelevant to the mission. All that mattered now was his mission. Derek stared at the airstrip in front of him. There were a few planes, but his interest was of the outdated helicopter on the landing platform nearby. It had been built recently as well, still fresh. There were many helicopters on the waiting platform, but the one he was interested in was still being loaded with supplies. Derek removed his binoculars. There were Big Boss Guards standing at attention, and Reserves loading boxes into the cabin. Derek slowly made his way behind a box and looked closer. The pilot was wearing a gas mask and a body suit, but he couldn't completely make him out.
"ATTEN-TION!!"
The Big Boss guards all formed a neat line, obscuring Derek's view. "Damn" The Reserves stopped loading boxes and saluted from wherever they stood. Derek watched a little longer, enough time to see another man board. Because of the Guards, he couldn't see more than a brown trench coat or jacket. The helicopter revved the engine and the rotors began to turn. The guards boarded the chopper and the Reserves cleared the tarmac. A guard closed the cabin door and the large Hind D helicopter lifted off the ground and rose into the sky.
Short, but important. I'm no longer wrapped up in my troubles and I will work on the a little more often. Leave feedback, if you read this far. (I doubt it) I will write another new chapter before I leave on my vacation (if you call seeing a bunch of old buildings a vacation.) and then I'll be busy playing MGS4, so I won't be on for a while. I'll be trying to work that into my story.
Thanks everyone.
10 days until Metal Gear Solid 4!