Post by raiden on Feb 21, 2009 19:39:57 GMT -5
"I'm afraid this will be the last time we meet, Jack." the man in the white coat said as he disconnected the wire from Raiden's port, taking a look at him one last time.
"What makes you say that?" Jack asked as he looked up at the scientist before him.
"I'm through getting our names on the most wanted list. We need to lay low, at least... I do."[/i] he stated as the helicopter continued to thunder along the outskirts of the city.
"You'll be meeting people here that are willing to help you. They run the resistance here."[/i] he stated firmly as he took off his glasses and revealed his eyes.
"You're sending me off to fight with a bunch of ineducated, and untrained kids?" Jack asked as his eyes flared.
"Not exactly, I knew his father."[/i] he stated as he gazed into the eyes, feeling the additional weight act against thier chests as the helicopter turned with the wind.
"Were do I meet them?" Jack asked as he glanced at the crate at his feet.
"You'll be meeting them in the metrostation. I'll be contacting the leader for the last time to let him know you arrived." the man before him stated as he glanced out the window.
"What's in the crate?" Jack asked as he gazed down at the large olive drab box.
"Gifts, for your new hosts."[/i] he smiled, Jack unclipping the locks, and lifted the lid, noting the pressence of numerous rifles and handguns, with the supplied ammunition, to include grenades and military grade plastic explosives.
Jack glanced up at the man with a concerned eye, "Not only do you know them, you've been supplying them as well?" he stated.
"More or less, it's an insurance policy."[/i] the man stated as he adjusted his jaw.
"Take these aswell..."[/i] he said as he hinted at the other crate, which stated MEAL, READY TO EAT.
"Food, hunh?" Jack asked, gazing back at the man before him.
"It's the best I could do, even if their practically kids, they're still people, and they still have stomachs that need to be filled."[/i] he hinted as he leaned back, grabbing a large coat.
"Wear this..." he demanded as Jack caught it within his grasp.
"Makes you look less... well, machine-like."[/i] he hinted as Jack pulled on the coat to cover his hest, standing to let it fall down to his heels, tying the belt that came with it.
"Can you trust them?" Jack asked as he sat back down, feeling the helicopter speed up through the wind channels.
"Jack, you'll be fine..."[/i] he said as he placed a palm on the ninja's shoulder.
"A man with your talents is worth alot of money. There are corrupt governments world-wide that would committ genocide just to have their hands on you." he smiled.
"Should I be greatful?" he grinned in response.
The man placed the question to the side, and instead, jumped straight to the point.
"His name's Keenen, establish contact, present him with the supplies, see where it goes from there."[/i] he said as he glanced out the window, the UH60 Black Hawk making it's descend on the metro station, the blades whirling and whining as they pounded against the streets.
"And how will I know it's him?!" Jack shouted over the screaming blades.
"They lack implants! -Your TSF visor won't be able to lock on to their signature! -They're naked!"[/i] he shouted as he pulled up on the latch, and pulled the door to the side, the wind snapping through his hair and coat as dust and pebbles whirled around.
"For what it was worth! -You were my best friend!"[/i] the man said as he stood inside the helicopter, Jack standing and taking a step out side, being sure to keep his head low from the whirling blades.
"It was fun!" Jack said as he took the two crates, placing them to the side, when the man leant out his hand in shake, Jack taking it, and returning it.
"The name's Ben. -I know I never told you before, but I was afraid if they captured you, and you linked back to me, we'd be in a world of shit."[/i] he stated as he placed his hands on the door.
"Good luck, Jack."[/i] he said as he patted the pilot on the shoulder, who glanced over his his, and gave a swfift thumbs up, pulling up on the throttle, the thunder of the engine growing louder as Jack grasped the crates and began to move them.
The coat snapped under the wind as the helicopter began to lift off the ground, leaving him behind, -on his own.
He glanced around, noting that the area was completely deserted, not a soul in sight, not a single breathing life form, under the exception of a few ravens that squaked in the death-felt silence.
He lunged out his leg and threw the door open with a crack, rays of dusty light pouring in throught he windows as he set the crates down on the unkept floor.
It was amazing, how once a completely populated city became a ghost town, not a soul in site. He glanced at his hands once more, and knew, that at one point -those hands used to be human... human like everyone else was at one point. These were the hands that had killed so many, that had mocked death as if it were all a game to him. That had never truly felt the pain that he gave so effortlessly. And here he was, waiting for a new contact, waiting for his next job, like a teenager ready for his first job interview with the manager.
And of course, he came overprepared, he didn't bring a resume', or an ID, instead, he brought a P90 submachine gun, and a MK 23 .45ACP pistol, a short sword, a high frequency blade, and a scout knife to meet the threats that were looming in this city.
The coat concealed most of his body, but it didn't hide the fact that he wasn't normal, the obstruction of metal lining his throat and lower jaw, as well as the back of his skull was enough to clearly state who he was... -what he was.
He took a seat on what used to be a lobby chair, folding his legs across and waited, gazing at the weapons crate before him.
He opened it, picking up one of the assault rifles, noting that it was an M-4 CUSTOM, a fine rifle, not the government issue, high precision, special forces modified. These kids were getting quite a treat, a rifle like this could easily run from four-to-five grand per rifle, and they had thirty or so of them all stacked in a row. And then there was the AK-74s, and the AK102s he had stacked in there. It was amazing how many guns you could pack into a single CBRNRC (Chemical-Biological-Radiation-Nuclear Resistant Case) and it appeared that it was Ben's specialty. He returned the gun to it's case and sealed the lid once more, leaning back in the chair to wait.
"What makes you say that?" Jack asked as he looked up at the scientist before him.
"I'm through getting our names on the most wanted list. We need to lay low, at least... I do."[/i] he stated as the helicopter continued to thunder along the outskirts of the city.
"You'll be meeting people here that are willing to help you. They run the resistance here."[/i] he stated firmly as he took off his glasses and revealed his eyes.
"You're sending me off to fight with a bunch of ineducated, and untrained kids?" Jack asked as his eyes flared.
"Not exactly, I knew his father."[/i] he stated as he gazed into the eyes, feeling the additional weight act against thier chests as the helicopter turned with the wind.
"Were do I meet them?" Jack asked as he glanced at the crate at his feet.
"You'll be meeting them in the metrostation. I'll be contacting the leader for the last time to let him know you arrived." the man before him stated as he glanced out the window.
"What's in the crate?" Jack asked as he gazed down at the large olive drab box.
"Gifts, for your new hosts."[/i] he smiled, Jack unclipping the locks, and lifted the lid, noting the pressence of numerous rifles and handguns, with the supplied ammunition, to include grenades and military grade plastic explosives.
Jack glanced up at the man with a concerned eye, "Not only do you know them, you've been supplying them as well?" he stated.
"More or less, it's an insurance policy."[/i] the man stated as he adjusted his jaw.
"Take these aswell..."[/i] he said as he hinted at the other crate, which stated MEAL, READY TO EAT.
"Food, hunh?" Jack asked, gazing back at the man before him.
"It's the best I could do, even if their practically kids, they're still people, and they still have stomachs that need to be filled."[/i] he hinted as he leaned back, grabbing a large coat.
"Wear this..." he demanded as Jack caught it within his grasp.
"Makes you look less... well, machine-like."[/i] he hinted as Jack pulled on the coat to cover his hest, standing to let it fall down to his heels, tying the belt that came with it.
"Can you trust them?" Jack asked as he sat back down, feeling the helicopter speed up through the wind channels.
"Jack, you'll be fine..."[/i] he said as he placed a palm on the ninja's shoulder.
"A man with your talents is worth alot of money. There are corrupt governments world-wide that would committ genocide just to have their hands on you." he smiled.
"Should I be greatful?" he grinned in response.
The man placed the question to the side, and instead, jumped straight to the point.
"His name's Keenen, establish contact, present him with the supplies, see where it goes from there."[/i] he said as he glanced out the window, the UH60 Black Hawk making it's descend on the metro station, the blades whirling and whining as they pounded against the streets.
"And how will I know it's him?!" Jack shouted over the screaming blades.
"They lack implants! -Your TSF visor won't be able to lock on to their signature! -They're naked!"[/i] he shouted as he pulled up on the latch, and pulled the door to the side, the wind snapping through his hair and coat as dust and pebbles whirled around.
"For what it was worth! -You were my best friend!"[/i] the man said as he stood inside the helicopter, Jack standing and taking a step out side, being sure to keep his head low from the whirling blades.
"It was fun!" Jack said as he took the two crates, placing them to the side, when the man leant out his hand in shake, Jack taking it, and returning it.
"The name's Ben. -I know I never told you before, but I was afraid if they captured you, and you linked back to me, we'd be in a world of shit."[/i] he stated as he placed his hands on the door.
"Good luck, Jack."[/i] he said as he patted the pilot on the shoulder, who glanced over his his, and gave a swfift thumbs up, pulling up on the throttle, the thunder of the engine growing louder as Jack grasped the crates and began to move them.
The coat snapped under the wind as the helicopter began to lift off the ground, leaving him behind, -on his own.
He glanced around, noting that the area was completely deserted, not a soul in sight, not a single breathing life form, under the exception of a few ravens that squaked in the death-felt silence.
He lunged out his leg and threw the door open with a crack, rays of dusty light pouring in throught he windows as he set the crates down on the unkept floor.
It was amazing, how once a completely populated city became a ghost town, not a soul in site. He glanced at his hands once more, and knew, that at one point -those hands used to be human... human like everyone else was at one point. These were the hands that had killed so many, that had mocked death as if it were all a game to him. That had never truly felt the pain that he gave so effortlessly. And here he was, waiting for a new contact, waiting for his next job, like a teenager ready for his first job interview with the manager.
And of course, he came overprepared, he didn't bring a resume', or an ID, instead, he brought a P90 submachine gun, and a MK 23 .45ACP pistol, a short sword, a high frequency blade, and a scout knife to meet the threats that were looming in this city.
The coat concealed most of his body, but it didn't hide the fact that he wasn't normal, the obstruction of metal lining his throat and lower jaw, as well as the back of his skull was enough to clearly state who he was... -what he was.
He took a seat on what used to be a lobby chair, folding his legs across and waited, gazing at the weapons crate before him.
He opened it, picking up one of the assault rifles, noting that it was an M-4 CUSTOM, a fine rifle, not the government issue, high precision, special forces modified. These kids were getting quite a treat, a rifle like this could easily run from four-to-five grand per rifle, and they had thirty or so of them all stacked in a row. And then there was the AK-74s, and the AK102s he had stacked in there. It was amazing how many guns you could pack into a single CBRNRC (Chemical-Biological-Radiation-Nuclear Resistant Case) and it appeared that it was Ben's specialty. He returned the gun to it's case and sealed the lid once more, leaning back in the chair to wait.