Chapter Five
"Becker; probably a stupid question, but where the hell did you find that tank?" Connor asked, a confused look written all over his face.
"It's a present from Lester…he has finally got me a tank; and as you can see- it's in black" Becker said smugly, giving his large Challenger Tank an affectionate pat on the side.
"Really? How the hell did you manage that?" Connor said, looking from Becker to the large black tank that was currently sat in the ARC's underground car park
"Dunno actually, I just found the keys on my desk and a post-it saying 'It's yours- in the car park'. So I came down and found this" Becker said excitedly, grinning at Connor, who smiled.
"Why hasn't he given me a present or something" Connor mumbled grumpily looking at Becker.
"I dunno Connor; maybe he likes me more then you" Becker laughed, turning away from Connor and climbing up onto the turret of the Challenger.
"He can't like you more; he's known me longer" Connor said, pouting at the military captain, who laughed.
"Stop sulking and get up here Connor" Becker said, holding out his hand for Connor to take; Connor stepped forward and took Becker's hand in his, letting Becker pull him up onto the tanks body.
"So what do we do now?" Connor said, looking around the ARC's fairly empty car park, before turning back to Becker.
"Shall we take it for a spin" Becker said excitedly; he reminded Connor of a kid in a sweet shop.
"A spin…?" Connor said "This isn't some Ferrari…or BMW…it's a tank. It's a killing machine used in wars" Connor laughed, watching as Becker pulled open the hatch.
"Get in Connor" Becker said, before climbing into the cabin of the tank. Connor laughed before following Becker into the seating compartment of the Challenger-
Becker's eyelids slowly fluttered open as the bright, morning sunlight flooded into his bedroom- giving himself a moment to adjust to the light in the room; he then thought about the dream that just ended. 'Why do I want a tank so badly?' Becker thought to himself, smiling slightly. He then rolled over and glanced over at the clock on the bedside cabinet; the neon numbers told Becker it was 8:15am. Sighing and rolling onto his back, he looked up at the ceiling- contemplating going for a run before he attempted to get Connor up for work.
As Becker lay in bed, he relished the silence and began contemplating what the day may bring, before this was interrupted by some rather loud coughing coming from outside the room. Sitting up in bed, Becker threw back the covers and climbed out of his low bed; he then fished for a pair of tracksuit bottoms, pulling them on; he then went to investigate the source of the coughing.
Becker stood up and walked through his somewhat tidy bedroom, he then opened the door and stepped into the corridor; he could hear the coughing clearly now, it was coming from inside Connor's room. Becker hurried down the corridor and knocked on his flat mate's door, there was no answer so Becker pushed the door handle down and walked inside. He found Connor asleep in bed, the covers wrapped round him tightly. The coughs were worse now, and he looked rather uncomfortable; Becker was about to go over and wake Connor up when the coughs subsided. Becker could only smile when he saw Connor smack his lips slightly and clutch the covers around him.
Satisfied Connor was okay; Becker slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind him. As quietly as he could, Becker walked into his own room to find a t-shirt and his running trainers. Finding them and throwing them on; he grabbed his iPod of the shelf and left his room; he then padded down the corridor towards the front door. Opening it and letting the crisp, morning breeze hit him; he jogged down the steps and began his run.
Wiping the sweat away from his forehead, Becker slowly walked up the stone steps that led to his front door. Slotting his key into the lock, he turned it and pushed the front door open and stepped inside. The flat was dark and silent; and Becker assumed that Connor was still in bed; glancing down at his watch on his wrist, Becker thought that 9:00 was late enough for Connor to have a lie in so he decided he would wake him up before he went to grab a shower.
Walking through the corridor towards Connor's room, he hesitated for a moment before opening the door and stepping inside.
It was then Becker began to feel concerned.
Connor was lying on his back, the covers thrown back to reveal his bare chest; and he was covered in sweat. His body was rigid and he looked like he was in pain.
"Connor; are you okay?" Becker said loudly, moving further into the room. When there was no reply from Connor, Becker started to feel anxious. He reached the bed and knelt down, resting his hand on Connors shoulder.
"Connor…Connor. Wake up now" Becker said forcefully, panic was really starting to set in "Mate; wake up now" Becker shouted, shaking Connor's shoulders harder. When Connor didn't react, Becker knew something was seriously wrong, he pulled out his Blackberry from his pocket and dialed the first number that came to mind.
He held his phone up to his ear with a shaking hand, hoping and praying that the other end would pick up. He then placed the back of his hand to Connor's forehead; he was boiling hot. Becker then heard the call connect and an Irish voice answer.
"Matt Anderson"
"Matt" Becker said desperately, keeping his eyes on Connor; who was pale and seemed to be in more pain.
"Yes Becker, what can I do for you?" Matt replied, he sounded wide awake and alert.
"Its Connor, something's wrong" Becker said, looking at his flat mate "He's covered in sweat and looks sick. He's not waking up either" Becker said into the phone.
"Okay Becker, calm down and stop panicking" Matt said "And tell me exactly what wrongs" Matt said, concern thick in his voice. Becker took a deep breath to steady his breathing before continuing.
"Connor's sick Matt…i went out for a jog and when I got back, I found Connor in bed, he's sweating and not responding to anything. He seems to be in pain and he's burning up; I think he has a fever of some kind"
"Okay Becker- I need you get Connor to the ARC. I'll have a medic team ready when you arrive. I'll be with them. Yes Becker" Matt ordered, and Becker could hear the concern in his voice.
"Yeah…okay" Becker said, disconnecting the call and shoving his phone into his pocket. He then ran out of the room and grabbed his car keys from the small counter in the hall. Opening the front door, he pointed the keys at his Volkswagen Golf GTI and pressed the unlock button; seeing the Golf's light flash, Becker then ran back into Connor's room, before bending down and throwing back the covers; relived to find Connor wearing a pair of black PJ bottoms. He then scooped his flat mate up in his arms and hurried out of the room; determined to get him to the ARC before his condition worsened.
A/N- Three chapters in one day! I hope you enjoyed that and please me a reveiw and tell me what you think! :)