Chapter 5
Adam's Evening
All four M.E.R.C's fired their T.A.T.R-14's at once. Aiming to cripple instead of kill, which was as they we're taught when fighting humans. Bang.
Either the room was black, or he had his eyes closed. Either way he heard voices.
"That was too easy." One said, as he heard footsteps.
"I know, but still, an easy job with big pay is better than a hard job with none." Another said to his left. He let out a low groan as he moved.
"He's awake. Ziizika, you on left, Jackal, you on right. Hold him down okay?" said someone. He felt two extremely strong people holding down his arms and legs.
"Good evening Mr. Davison" He still couldn't open his eye's, but someone said his name, so he simply replied with another groan.
A thumb opened his right eye and flashed a small light, checking his pupil. His headache became a migraine.
"Okay Boo-Boo, I think we've established he's alive," Said the first person.
"If a bit concussed…"
"Alexia 131, she was that Girl from Sydney right?" said one man, who was wearing a suit which suggested a funeral more than a meeting.
"Yes, and she was also the top of the line in the… covert operations section of her training" said another, who was a mirror copy of the first, but for a large scar that crossed his eyebrow. A woman walked in.
"How nice of you to join us Katherine, We were just talking about the assassin you have chosen for this Op. impressive record. But it say's here that she's prone to acts of random violence,"
Katherine looked around the room seeing the faces of doubt.
"With all due respect sir's, H.U.N.T.E.R. was disbanded more than a year ago. So your handpicked team is really just those stragglers right?"
Everyone just stared, they knew
"How well do you think this psycho will go with our hand picked team?"
"Well then. She's perfect for this mission."
"Hit me." Boo-Boo said, throwing down a card.
"No, no, no. Look. For one we're not playing poker, and secondly you don't throw the card down when you say 'hit me' in poker either" replied Ziizika, passing the card back.
"It's not my fault; I've never played this before." Replied Boo-Boo.
"What are we playing?" said Silence, Roger walked in.
"Has anyone checked in on Davison?" he said, as he sat down at the table.
"This is bullshit" said Ziizika, making slapping motions at Silence who was trying to read her cards.
"I'll take that as a no." replied Roger.
"The game"
"Really now"
"Yes"
"Who's flying the ship?"
"Jackal"
"Bullshit?"
"No really, look for yourself"
Boo-Boo sat wide eyed at the two of them bickering until Silence whispered something to her,
"This could take a while"
The cockpit started to flash red. Jackal fell from his chair in surprise
"I didn't do it, I swear!" said Jackal, as he picked himself up off the floor.
Ziizika swept past and took the controls,
"Someone's locked onto us, what should I try and avoid them sir?" she said, while dropping the ship into an orbit around the closest planet, missing two MI4 class missiles by inches. Watching as the missiles crashed into some space debris.
"It's a class D planet, glassed but habitable in some areas.
"God damn it! Not a moment of peace is there? Well, let's take them down." Roger said, as he ran to the armoury.
"It's another Long-sword, same model as we got." Jackal said, reading the ACRTD panel.
"No, it's too fast, and it's fading in and out of my scans, like it's not a registered vessel. We're breaking through the Ionosphere" Said Ziizika, as they dropped into the planets Gravity, taking a beating from the ship behind them, which was trying to force them to land.
Fire erupted from the rear side.
"Either that's really bad or really good." Ziizika said, taking the ship to five hundred meters.
An alarm started bleeping.
"Well, it sure as hell isn't good" shouted Jackal as the ship started to fall lower and lower.
As the ship hit one hundred meters, they could see a city below them. Roger came out of the armoury with a Battle rifle attached to his left thigh, his knife set to the right, which now included a long Machete, there were also two Mark IV Fragmentation grenades and a smoke grenade in his belt, which complimented the T.A.T.R-14 which crossed with a S.A.M. attached to his back.
"Everyone else get suited up, I'll take the bird down myself." Boo-Boo was last to leave, following the other three into the narrow hallway she turned and watched, as Roger moved towards the chair, then turned and moved to the armoury.
"What an inspirational man" she said to herself, dragging Adam behind her.
Roger took the controls and moved the ship with more grace than a bird. Left right up down spin, only three or four of the hundreds of shots fired at them hit, and even they weren't enough to do any substantial damage. He stopped the ship in mid-air and spun it, so it would end up behind their attackers, it worked, and he shot several of their MI4's at them in turn.
The ship was hit, but they skimmed into each other, sending them both into a spiralling decay of height.
Then everything went black