(A/N) Hey everyone, time for our weekly Saturday update! And it's an Alaska chapter! Now who's wondering how these fights turn out? Well read on!
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Chapter Fifty-Seven – Ass-Kicking 101
Agent Alaska
Written by Avalanche Wolf
"It's fine to celebrate success, but it is more important to heed the lessons of failure." - Bill Gates
"Please, you don't have to do this."
Alaska was tired of hearing it. Ever since he accepted the challenge from that new guy, what was his name? California? Something like that. Ever since he accepted the challenge, Moi was trying to convince him to back out. Moi was always concerned for him, but this time, he was getting annoyed. Her auburn hair was back in a ponytail, with some bangs on the side. Her silver eyes were worried and scared for him. He was having enough of this.
"It is done Moi. I will set him in his place. No amount of talking will change my mind."
Moi moved ahead of him and placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. "But at what cost? Is it worth you losing your very integrity to do it?"
Alaska looked at her, his eyes steely. "Moi, get out of my way."
"There are other ways to deal with this. Better ways to handle this kind of thing."
"Moi. Move." His patience was beginning to wear thin.
"You don't need to do this. I think that if you just..."
A loud slap.
Moi fell to the floor. Alaska glared down at her as she looked up at him, her elegant hand on her now cherry red cheek. "I have no time to listen to your excuses. I am going to do this. If you don't like it, then leave!"
He walked around her and she spoke softly. "If this is how you want to fall, then may you feel bliss before you hit the ground."
Alaska glanced back and saw nothing. He then started to continue his way to the training room, shaking slightly with barely controlled anger. He walked in and saw Carolina and Virginia waiting for him. He bowed to them deeply. "Greetings, lovely ladies of war. I trust that Hera and Athena are ready to do battle alongside Hades?"
Carolina leaned back and crossed her arms. "The sentiment is nice, but not wanted, Alaska. This is serious training."
Before he could talk, the others came in. The rookies were leading the way with his fellow 'Firsts' behind them. York walked ahead and placed his hand on Alaska's shoulder. "Try not to beat them up too bad, buddy."
Wyoming moved past them as well and looked back at the rookies, a look of regret on his face. "Good luck chaps. You're going to need it more than anything. Especially against these three."
Carolina turned to the window of the training room and pressed a button. "F.I.L.S.S., prep the training room for exercises."
F.I.L.S.S. spoke out, her artificial voice ringing out through the room. "Training room ready. Please state the training requested."
Alaska made his way up to the door. "Knife combat for two." The door opened and Alaska walked through, glancing back at California.
"Walk to the grave, rook."
He continued down to the training room and grabbed one of the knives that were ready for them. The knives weren't dangerous at all. Barely an edge and their points had been rounded off.
F.I.L.S.S. explained the rules as Alaska and California walked onto the training floor. "This will be a simulated knife fight. No pillars will be activated. Kill attacks will only result in a point. The best out of five points will be victorious. Round one, begin."
California dropped into a ready stance, holding the knife backwards and up. Alaska sighed and shook his head and he twirled the knife in his hand. "Your stance is all wrong. You're all rigid and stiff. The knife should flow. It should glide easily."
California charged ahead to strike, but Alaska sidestepped, grabbed his arm, and brought his own knife against his neck. "You see? It should flow."
F.I.L.S.S. spoke out as he pushed California away. "Point one awarded to Alaska."
California turned and got ready to fight again. "I'm not losing to you, old crab!"
Alaska twirled the knife again and held it ready again. "You're nothing but small fry. It will all be too easy."
Alaska ran forward and slashed at California. His charge was blocked and California tried to counter, only to have his hand grabbed and stopped. Alaska used his strength to headbutt California hard, sending the younger freelancer reeling. He pushed ahead and delivered a deadly blow to the stomach.
"Point two awarded to Alaska."
Alaska pushed California away and tossed his knife in the air, catching it with ease. "It's all too easy."
California paused this time, apparently attempting to control his anger, and weighed up his options for a moment, before launching into attack, this time slipping down under Alaska's attack and going right under his arm where the armor didn't cover. He then swept his leg around and knocked him down, pulling the knife across his throat. "Point three awarded to California."
Alaska stood back up and dusted himself off. "Not bad, it's been a long time since I had a decent fight. But it's time to end this."
California ran ahead and was aiming for Alaska's chest, but at the last moment Alaska grabbed his wrist and spun him around, kicking him away from his back. Alaska brought his knife down on California's back, but he was caught and twisted around, faster than he would have believed possible. California brought his knife to Alaska's throat and slashed again, drawing the scores level.
"Point four awarded to California," California spoke with a smirk in his voice. "Looks like the old dog ran out of tricks."
Alaska got up and rolled his neck. "I'm warmed up. Now, I can start reaching for my bag of tricks."
California charged again, slashing furiously, his blade almost making contact with Alaska's torso, but his had was caught and crushed just before the contact was made, forcing him to drop his knife. Alaska reached back and punched him in the face, maybe harder than he should have. California flew back and landed on the floor. Alaska calmly walked up and placed the tip of the knife on his chest.
"Point five awarded to Alaska. Round complete. Winner: Agent Alaska."
Medics ran in, pulling California onto a stretcher and taking him out of the training room, leaving Alaska with the last word. "Don't worry buddy. You'll be able to win when the sun turns to dust."
Alaska walked back up to the observation room, only to see Michigan being held back by the other rooks.
"You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!"
Michigan was mad. Obviously, California was a friend.
Alaska shrugged. "You'll get your chance buddy."
He walked over to the console and looked out as Carolina got the next program ready. "F.I.L.S.S., next training match consists of weapons training."
F.I.L.S.S. opened up some weapons stations as Virginia and South walked into the training room. Alaska watched as South chose a battle rifle and magnum against Virginia's sniper rifle and magnum. A horrible combination, in his opinion.
"Seven minutes."
The one called North turned and looked at Alaska. "What are you talking about?"
Alaska crossed his arms. "That's how long it's gonna take for Virginia to win this round."
Arkansas glanced at him. "How can you be so sure Virginia is going to win?"
Alaska kept his eyes out on the two. "Because I've seen what Virginia can do. She'd rather die than lose."
F.I.L.S.S. spoke out as several pillars started to rise from the floor in a random order. "This will be a simulated gun fight. Paint rounds will be used. Pillars will be activated in a random order. The first to fully lock their opponent will win. Round one, begin."
As soon as the pillars finished rising, South drew her battle rifle and fired a burst at Virginia. She was fast, Alaska had to admit that was true, but sadly, Virginia was faster and far deadlier.
Virginia turned to the left and ran behind a pillar, the rounds hitting the wall behind her. South moved up and aimed down where Virginia ran off to. Alaska smiled a bit as he watched.
She was playing with South.
Alaska looked over the layout of the training room. Several of the pillars formed a high area. Virginia would be going there. But not now. She would confuse the rook. Make her second guess. Jump at shadows. Then Virginia would have her. And that is what she did. From time to time, Virginia would appear and shoot South with her magnum.
South managed to land a couple hits. An arm and a leg hit. But it didn't worry Alaska. Virginia only needed one arm to kill twenty guys before she went down. South soon found Virginia on the high pillars. She ran up and got ready to shoot, only to have just a sniper rifle waiting.
The move was smooth and flawless, it was like liquid. Virginia rolled from behind a pillar, firing paint rounds and covering South is the nasty pink armour lock paint. With the same style and grace as Alaska had, she walked up behind South and shot her in the head. Virginia tossed the weapon aside and walked out of the room as technicians ran in and managed to get South out. It was going to take them weeks to get all the lock paint off her armour.
"Round complete. Winner: Agent Virginia." Alaska let himself feel some satisfaction as he heard the rooks talking. There were now nervous. Alaska knew what they were capable of.
They were "First's".
The first at everything. The top pick. The rooks were just training dummies.
Carolina rolled her neck and walked out to the training floor with Arkansas. Alaska shook his head. "Poor kid. He'll be lucky to walk."
F.I.L.S.S lowered the pillars as Carolina and Arkansas took their places. "This will be a hand to hand simulation. No unauthorized moves will be allowed. The first combatant who is unable to continue to fight will lose. Round one, begin."
Arkansas was a patient one. He waited for Carolina to make the first move, for her to charge ahead and attack. But Ark managed to block and counter, despite the flurry of blows Carolina was landing on him. She spun around and swept her leg, knocking him to the ground. He managed to roll and recover, taking a few steps back from Carolina. Alaska watched on. "He's going to lose."
Carolina waited. She could wait forever if she wanted. Arkansas finally took a chance and attacked. This time, Carolina grabbed his arm and gave a hard twist. Even with the re-enforced glass, everyone in the observation room heard the loud popping sound. Carolina punched him in the head hard and kicked him away. He struggled to get up, but it was obvious he was beaten.
Some of the other rooks ran down to help their fellow rook as medics came in. Alaska looked at Carolina as she came back into the observation room. "Looks like the rooks will know their place."
Carolina walked past him and to the door. "It wasn't about teaching them a lesson. It was about helping them get ready to go to war."
Alaska watched as she left. He looked over at the training room and saw Moi in the observation room. She spoke as a single tear fell from her eye, her body slowly disappearing. "What's done is done, and cannot be undone."
