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:: ARKANSAS & VERMONT ::
Arkansas drops down, unsheathing his katana, well, infact, not his katana, his katana was replaced (for now) with a rounded metal version, no blade and more of a thick baton on a katana grip and runs upto the marine as Vermont runs upto the other.
Arkansas whacks the baton-katana into the marine's helmet, making him slam into the wall and fall down onto the floor, with a thud while Vermont kicks the other Marine's leg, making him gasp and falls onto his knees, Vermont reaches his hand over his mouth quickly, pressing down and pushes his head into the ground, rather hard, slipping his hand away at the last moment, another thud is heard.
They both stalk their way into the locker room, as a single marine stands alone, his back turned.
Arkansas looks to Vermont, nodding. "Let's do it." Vermont slowly but surely walks up behind the marine, who is reading a book aloud. "And the two men walked behind the lone ranger." The marine says as if he is re-hearsing a play, Vermont ducks behind his legs and Arkansas walks infront of the Marine, saying: "Oh hey, you're the new guy, right?" The Marine nods, Arkansas sighs with relief behind his helmet. "Hey! I'm one of the old...guys." Arkansas says awkwardly, looking around himself, the marine simply nods and holds out his hand, presumably for a handshake. "Lovely to meet you, sir.", Arkansas takes his hand, shaking it, "You too." Before pushing him back, he falls over Vermont and onto his back with a loud thud, he groans in pain. "Urgh! That's not exactly nic-" Arkansas walks upto him, his baton-katana out and whacks him in the face, knocking him clean out. "Sloppy." Vermont says quietly.
"Nuh-Uh!" Arkansas exclaims, they both stalk out of the room.
"Oh fuck." Arkansas boldly says as they leave the room, several shots are heard outside.
:: DELAWARE & MONTANA ::
Delaware shoots two 'sleeping' darts at the two marines, who witnessed the sniper's unconscious body land in-front of them. "Got them for you." He says through the radio, chuckling to himself.
Montana kicks a rock into a tree, like a child. "Why can't I go in there- Fuck it, I'm going in there."
Delaware protests. "No, you're bloody not! You stay right there!" Montana laughs. "Ha! Am I fuck going to let them take all the glory, I'm better than all of them!" Delaware laughs, "That's why you lost you in last man standing?" Montana huffs. "Well, I would've had you if someone didn't interrupt, like this."
Delaware looks over to him, "Wha-" Montana kicks him in the helmet, and jumps on him, grabbing his head and begins punching him several times as he yells out in pain. "Montana, let the fuck go!" Montana reaches into Delaware's pouch, ripping out a sleeping dart and rips off Delaware's helmet, Delaware would have combed black hair and a growing stubble with dark green eyes, a scar across his cheek and a cross-hair tattoo on his neck. "Get th-" Montana hits him in the cross-hair, the sleeping serum sending Delaware to sleep quickly, letting out a few groans into his radio. "Montana-...loose..."
:: MONTANA ::
Montana chuckles while running down the hill, hopping over the fence quickly and drops down, rolling.
He again, chuckles as he runs up to two marines, kicking one in the balls and rolling over him and grabs the others' throat, slamming him into the ground and quickly turns to the other. slamming the other ones face into the ground also, both completely out cold, picking up a shotgun.
"C'mon then you fuckers!" He fires a shot into one of the marine's heads, his head blowing apart into several pieces, he kicks the body into another marine and quickly turns, shooting another marine in the chest, ripping his kevlar apart and blood spraying onto the floor, he laughs and runs up to the facility door and raises his shotgun to the door, aiming in the middle of it and fires.
Arizona walks up to the door, which is shot open by Montana, some of the shot hitting her in the gut, blood pushing out of the open wound "UGH! M-M-Montana! Oh my god!" She falls onto the floor while gripping the wound. Montana stays silent for a moment...
"Oh! I'm sorry, did that hurt?!" Montana yells, happily. "I'll just say you were shot by one of these fuckers...sorry, love." He aims the shotgun higher and towards her head. "You'll just have to imagine my promotion." Arizona looks upto the barrel, moaning in pain. "Urgh, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" She exclaims, grunting in pain.
Virginia runs down the hallway, who Montana sees doing so, she yells: "Montana! What are you doing! We're supposed to be doing this with caution! Not going in guns-blazing! Where is Delaware?!"
He laughs. "Not here! I think he's in his nest, with a sleeper in his neck!" Virginia's hands curl into fists as she runs at Montana, who raises his shotgun. "Ah-ah-ah! Not so fast, Virgin." She slows down and actually looks at Arizona, who's blood is starting to run onto the floor.
Several marines show up at the end of the hallway, firing shots at the freelancers. "Fuck!" Montana yells, Arizona quickly raises his foot and slams it into his crotch, he screams out in pain and fires randomly in the marine's direction, almost hitting Virginia.
"Fucker!" She unpins a flash-bang and throws it down the hallway. "Present, fuckers!" She faces away quickly and picks up Arizona as fast as she can, grunting slightly and runs through the door as the flash-bang goes off, the marines inside yelling and firing their weapons randomly, probably killing each other.
Meanwhile...
Arkansas kicks off Vermont, punching the marine in the face.
Vermont drops down, sweeping two other marines, kicking one of them into another marine, who face-plants into the ground, Arkansas ducks under a punch, kicking the marine into Vermont who wraps his arms around the marine's waist and pulls him up into the air and drops down, the marine's face hitting the ground, a loud crack is heard as blood rushes from his nose and he...is knocked out,
Arkansas straight after kicking the marine goes to catch another marine's fist, unsheathing the baton-katana and whips another marine in the face, the marine flips in the air and slams against the ground, moaning in pain and faces towards the marine (who...for some reason stayed completely still out of fear) who's hand is 'devoured' by Arkansas', he pulls the marine forwards and headbutts him, the marine drops down and hits the floor.
"Ark, Vermont! Montana has gone crazy! Delaware is either dead or unconscious! I'm under heavy fire, I need your help! Arizona is also hit, courtesy of Montana!" Virginia yells through her radio.
Arkansas sheathes his baton-katana and picks up a battle-rifle. "Arizona?! I'll be right there!" Arkansas begins to run down the hall, Vermont following close.
Arizona screams out in pain as she moves closer to Virginia, yelling: "If - ...I don't make it!" Virginia looks over the wall, firing several shots from the SMG. "If I don't make it, me and ark...we've been...together...for a real long time now..." Virginia looks down to Arizona for a moment, she gasps in shock behind her helmet, she just keeps her stare as the marines fire, a single bullet punctures her shoulder and rips out the other side, she screams out in pain and hits the floor, bullets spraying over the wall and applies immediate pressure to the wound "You-...ARE TOGETHER?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?! WE'RE FRIENDS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" She yells out, to try and keep her mind off of the pain, panting.
"We had to keep it a secret, you know how the Director feels about that stuff!" Arizona sighs as the firing stops. "What the-"
"Hey, kids." A black colored Freelancer says, appearing from out of no where. "We heard you needed help."
"We need medical assistance..." Arizona nervously says.
"Luckily enough, York! Come here!, Arkansas runs around the corner. "Hey, err...Agent Texas, thanks for the help back there, we really needed it..."
Tex simply nods as York moves to Virginia and Arizona, a green holographic man also appearing.
Thanks for reading, as explained in Chapter four, I wrote this at 3 A.M so, sorry for any sloppiness!)