Chapter 27: Lines are drawn

The whole student campsite was flooded by police men and army agents, yellow tape surround the courtyard with a line of officers placed outside it, keeping the journalists and the nosy people away from the crime scene to stop them getting any information. However, they couldn't hide the fact that something big was going on with the amount of emergency vehicles surrounding the area and also out in the city trying to catch the evil people behind this tragedy. It seemed that the weather was reflecting Rockets feelings, since dark clouds hang over the area, threatening to start shooting fiery shots of thunder bolts any second. He was directing officers around the place and barked angrily if his command wasn't followed a second later. If he had his way, Rocket would have been out there on the streets looking for her and tearing every single car and building he found into pieces. Unluckily, the bullet to his shoulder had been pretty bad so he had to sit at the back of an ambulance getting his arm stitched up and overseeing the workforces here –Sonny refused to let him doing anything else until his arm had been bandaged up. To Rocket's annoyance it was taken the medic a pretty long time to clean and stitch up his wounds. The sound of a SUV, caught the soldiers attention and looked up to see Sonny had returned. In an instant his heart stopped beating, as he waited for the characters to get out the car with his Tia all safe in sound. But only two people who got out of the van were his to commanders with grim expressions on their faces.

"What are you guys doing here? You should be out looking for Tia!" Rocket shouted at the two, making the paramedic jump out of fright and accidently stabbed him in the arm with the needle he was using to sow up the wound. The soldier had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from bursting out a cry of pain. D'jok shot his friend an irritated look but didn't say anything because he knew if it had been Rosie or Mei that were kidnapped he would be the same way. Sonny didn't seem to have any emotion on his face which meant he was tied up in full commander mode.

"We've been requested back at headquarters." Was all Sonny said. Everyone in the area seemed to suddenly take a large step back as they could feel the murderous intent that was heating up from Rocket's body; the paramedic quickly made a run for it after he hastily secured the thread.

"How can you say that? We should be out their searching, not going to meetings!" The young lieutenant snapped back at his senior officer, his emotions over driving his intelligence right now. Not use to Rocket's explosive behaviour, D'jok and Sonny could not help but be shocked at this kind of behaviour but forced themselves to recover from it quickly – they had more things to worry about.

"I don't like it either Rocket but we've got to go or so help me I will knock you out and drag you there myself." The commander yelled, not moving his eyes away from the junior figure before him. You could see the sparks flying from his mouth as Rocket grinded his teeth together. His leader didn't give him another option as the old man turned and made his way towards the doors of the car, quickly followed by his son. Right now, the man just wanted to grab Sonny's car and crush it between his hands (with the anger that was in him now it was possible that something like that could actually happen) but knew he had to do what he was told for now. He stomped over to the car and jumped into the back seat and slammed the door as hard as he could behind him. After the door closed and the door vibrated from the intense strength that had gone behind the door closing, Sonny turned around to him and glare at the young man with a face of thunder because of what Rocket did to his car. There were three things you had to remember to not piss Sonny off, first of all you did not harm his family, second would be you did not steal the last piece of his favourite blueberry and apple pie leftover in the fridge and finally... you did not damage his car unless you wanted to die. Usually, Rocket would be terrified (a part of him still was) but he was too annoyed to let the effect control him completely. Knowing how the boy felt about his niece, Sonny decided to let the little temper tantrum slide for not but after this was all over he was so getting his own pay back; big time. Putting his gear into reverse, Sonny drove out of the space and shifted forward to the main road, where it would be the quickest to get back to head quarters. The young soldier had to bite the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper on his tongue so he wouldn't shout at Sonny to faster –even though he was travelling sixty miles an hour in a forty mile zone- and kick the chair or something; otherwise Sonny would actually kill him. His thoughts turned to Tia and how scared she must be now. Sure, she was tough but his lover was in the hands of Jonathan, the sickest bastard in the universe. Just hang in their Tia, he thought, sending his love to her even though he would never know if she could feel it or not. The scene from the battle in the university classroom shot up in his mind again as he remembered his beloved in the arms of the cold hearted robot and the blood that dripped from her face. His hands began to clench and un-clench at the very thought of what that sick, twisted demon did to her. He was going to make sure the bastard pay for it – slowly and painfully. However, his thoughts of vengeance were put on hold when a sudden force like a bulldozer running at full speed crashed into the side of the car. The car bounced and rolled over a dozen times until it slammed on to the pavement and into the side of an office wall. Rocket vision suddenly became blurry and he his ears had a high pitch sound bouncing around in his brain. He wasn't sure how badly injure he was or even take in completely what had happened but all he could hear clearly, Sonny yelling at his son to wake up. D'jok! Rocket panicked and his eyes regained full focus around him. They were still hanging upside down only to be held up right by the seat belts. A grunt of pain escaped Rocket's mouth as he felt his left arm begin to burn with pain and his leg felt sore. Undoing his seat belt, Rocket gracefully landed on to the roof the car ignoring the screaming agony that was coming from his ankle. Now that he was leaning up right and the blood was draining away from his brain, he could hear Sonny shouting into the receiver and calling for medical support. He tried to get to the front so he could see if there was anything he could do but then his passage side window smashed inward, exploring glass flying into his face and two gloved hands reached in and grabbed him. He was too surprised to react back fast enough and couldn't grab anything as he was dragged out of the window. Sonny was shouting out for him but it didn't help, as Rocket started kicking at the men who had taken him. But with one arm out of commission and one of his legs damaged he couldn't fight back as well as he usually and quickly had his hands secured behind his back and his head pushed firmly into the ground. To stop his face from being squished in to the hard concrete pavement, Rocket had to turn his face towards the car, so he could see Sonny still struggling inside the car; completely trapped. His vision of his comrades was blocked suddenly a heavy boot stepped in front of his vision.

"Hello Goldie, long time, no see." The voice hissed dangerously at him. All at once his boy tense and the anger that had once burned inside his body before explored back into existence.

"Jonathan!" Rocket spat, turning his face a little to get a good look at the person he was going to kill as soon as his arms were free. He was shocked to find that half of his face had been burnt off and his mind flickered back to a couple of weeks ago when Tia fully explained how she escaped her husband's wrath – Tia might have been upset by the pain she caused him but Rocket was glad she had left a mark. The ex now reminded Rocket of the Batman villain two-faced but thankfully he had not gone so extreme with the whole different half suits and hair styles.

"Good you remembered me." He smiled happily as he pointed a gun at Rocket's face. The lieutenant made sure he didn't flinch; he wasn't going to let Jonathan think he was scared of him. "Now I get to finish you off." The villain smiled gleefully as he pulled the safe back and place a tighter grip on his finger. Memories of Rocket's life began to flash before his eyes, it wasn't the first time he had experienced something like this, he had been in close situations before and he always saw the same childhood images but this time other additions had been added to the quick slide show and the most of all were ones filled with his precious Tia. When all seemed loss, the sudden screeching of car tyres from behind Rocket and men ordering other men around, made Jonathan relax his hand from Rocket's face and look up. Calvary had arrived as he heard gun shots being fired. Aiming his gun at the new additions Jonathan began shouting. With all the commotion, the guards holding Rocket down had loosen the grip on his back, enabling him to let his arm free and grab his gun that was still strapped to his side – they had not bothered to take it from him yet- and shot the man that was kneeling on top of him in the leg. The agent rolled over, grabbing on to his sore leg, allowing Rocket to twist around and fire at the other soldier who had been holding him down. He turned to point his gun at Jonathan, only to find he had disappeared and the only people who were left were the agents he had left behind. Getting up from his feet, Rocket forced himself to ignore the pain again and forced his way to the reinforcements, only for his mouth to drop open in surprise. The enemy soldiers were getting their asses given to them by Mei and Mary, who were standing together in an untied front. It had been a long time he had seen his sergeant in full action again and was shocked to see she could move just as well as she could back in the day. Not to mention Mei was also showing off some impressive combat moves. Shaking his mind free, he aimed and shot at the other soldiers who were still standing. For what seemed like forever (but was actually a few minutes) the three fighters were able to cut down the reminding forces and force those who knew it was hopeless in to surrender. Once the enemies were tied up, both woman ran to the car and dropped to their knees, not thinking about the spare glass and pieces that were scattered around the area.

"D'jok!" Mei questioned worriedly, as she stroked the side of his face and patted him gently as she tried to wake him up. With Rocket's additional help, they managed to get D'jok safely out of the car while Mary helped Sonny. As gently as they could, the friend and his fiancé moved the wounded soldier away from the car and placed him on the floor. With her husband leaning on her shoulder, mother and father kneel beside their son, while Mei had placed her lovers head on her lap. "D'jok please wake up." She whispered, making Rocket's heart twist at how she must be feeling right now. Thankfully, luck smiled down upon them all of a sudden when the red heads eyes began to flutter opened, making everyone laugh out loud with happiness. His face went completely blank when his sharp green eyes caught hold of his fiancée staring down at him.

"Mei?" He cried out as he tried to sit up but stopped when he suddenly gasped out in pain and placed his hand over his chest. Immediately, Mei began shushing him and stroked his hair to comfort him, as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.

For the second time that day, Rocket was forced to sit down and listen to a doctor tell him what was wrong with him; as if a gunshot wound to the arm wasn't enough. Now he had to pay attention to what his doctor was saying and why he needed to get plenty of bed rest for the next couple of weeks to heal his torn arm and leg muscles. The thing is though he didn't have a week to sit around and do nothing. He had to find Tia! Fortunately, he had made a quick call ahead to Micro-ice to pick up some of necessary items he would need, so he could so nothing now and sit down and wait. However, the long lecture he was getting was interrupted by one of the nurses.

"Sorry doctor but there's a called waiting for Mr – sir!" The nurse said softly. The doctor gave him a warning look that said 'I'd be back' as he allowed the nurse to hand Rocket the phone.

"Hello." Rocket answered after he had waited for the nurse and doctor to exit the room – he didn't want to say anything in front of them if it was Micro-Ice asking his preference over a shot gun or semi automatic.

"Hello Goldie." The chilling voice echoed down the phone, making Rocket's body tense instantaneously. His hand shock in rage and it seemed the phone would snap any second it he gripped it any tighter.

"Where are you so I can come and kill you right now?" Rocket swore down the phone, since all he could think about right now was crushing the monsters neck with his own hands – the soft chuckle down the end of the phone did not help to lighter Rockets spirits either.

"Patience my good friend patience." Jonathan teased down the other end of the phone. "We will meet, eight o'clock but the fourth pier and you will come alone or you will never see Tia again." He hung up. Breathing deeply, Rocket placed the phone on the bedside table and began planning but his thoughts were interrupted halfway through when a knock from the door caught his attention.

"I couldn't decide it I should have got you the automatic or shot gun, so I brought both." Micro-ice shrugged as he tossed the bag on the side of the table. A cruel smile -that scared the hell out of Micro-Ice- creped on to Rocket's face as he thought of all the amazing damages he could do with it.