CDT, Special Forces

By: Theodore 'Blitz' Leung

theoleung@sprint.ca

The pair of bikers stopped outside of the town, pulling their bikes to a halt. Cutting the engine, they pushed the stolen bikes into the nearby bushes, making sure they were sufficiently hidden. Des then tossed his jacket to Tim, who tied up his shotgun with it, covering it from view again. Des disassembled the sniper rifle, replacing the parts into his pack.

"How you holding up?" Tim asked his companion, seeing Des still in pain. The sniper only nodded quickly, before standing up straight, in defiance. He seemed fine, though a wince gave away the truth. Tim shook his head lightly, heading down into Olivine below, Des following him. The sun was already beginning to set in the distance, and the pair were pretty sure their Pokémon were worried about them.

* * * * * *

Tim opened the door to their room, as Des nearly collapsed when it opened. The Pokémon quickly huddled around as Tim half dragged, half carried Des into their chamber, shutting the door behind him.

"What happened?!" Klik exclaimed, nearly bowling over the other pair of Pokémon while approaching his trainer. He glanced down at the now unconscious sniper, before back up to Tim, who placed his shotgun-wrapped-in-jacket onto the nearby table, helping Des onto a bed afterwards. "What happened?!" the Flareon repeated, but still no response. Rocky dragged the Fire Type back, much to the protesting Flareon's objections.

"What was that for?!" Klik hissed at the Rock Type, who only rolled his eyes and glanced towards Tim. Slasher joined the pair in the small conversation.

"Let him do his work…Des is in pretty bad shape, and Tim can't be distracted right now," Rocky answered, beckoning towards the pair of Humans, one fixing the other. Tim was slowly removing Des' vest and shirt. He dropped the shirt onto the ground, blood splatter on it.

"But…!" Klik was about to protest again, especially after seeing the blood on his Trainer's garments. Slasher hushed him.

"If Tim was in the same situation, we'd probably be the same, but it's not like that," the Sandslash told Klik, glancing towards Tim, who was shaking his head and trying to stop the bleeding. "If you distract Tim now, you may just make it worse for Des." Klik remained silent, trotting away from the conversation now and curling up into a ball in a corner of the room, waiting impatiently for Tim to finish with Des.

* * * * * *

Tim flopped onto the other bed in the room, unsatisfied with what he did for Des, but he would only do so much considering the situation and circumstances. He gave the Flareon a quick overview of what happened during their 'trip', the Flareon heading off muttering something along the lines of 'killing all of them'.

The ex-SF soldier sighed softly, glancing towards his Pokémon. They were chatting softly to each other, like they usually do when giving their Trainer a little space and privacy of resting.

"They really want us dead…" Tim thought, closing his eyes and mentally staring at the ceiling now. He rubbed his temples softly, trying to relax and contemplate their next move. He was surprised how fast they were discovered, though it didn't completely surprise him. His thoughts dabbled else where…

"There's two of us now…and I know Carter is alive…I wonder if we'll get reunited?" Tim thought, slowly placing his arms to his side and opening his eyes, now staring at the ceiling. "A reunited trio…" the thought made Tim chuckle a little, hoping the circumstances would become true. He missed their group, how they worked with each other, co-operated, risking their lives for each other.

"I'd like to see the day…" the soldier spoke softly, imagining the grip of a pistol in his right hand, recalling preferences of their trio. It was so long ago, but he recalled them with crystal clear deliberation. He glanced towards Des. "Speed sniper, '1337' hacker, mega whiner…" Tim chuckled at that last thought, remembering in those days. "You've gotten a lot stronger since then, Des…" Tim mentally told his companion, staring towards the ceiling now.

"Carter…suppressive fire whiz, hand to hand elite, leader…" Tim recalled next, remembering how Carter always had a Fryn LMG01201 'Halter' Submachine Gun or Gelanic SAR D34D 'Assassin' Assault Rifle in his hands, laying down the fire.

"What were you using for that one mission?" Tim wondered, recalling a rather precarious situation a while back with their group. "Ah yes, a Damium HSMG Hecta 'Grinder' Machinegun," Tim told himself, recalling the massive weapon Carter 'stole' for that mission from the local armoury…

* * * * * *

"Just what the hell is that?" Des huffed, glancing back at Carter, carrying his massive sized machinegun under his arm, a strap for the weapon slung over his shoulder.

"One of Damium's weapons," Carter answered, glancing back as they rounded the next corner. Alarm sirens blared everywhere throughout the compound as they made their way through the maze of corridors. They botched something earlier, but were determined to complete the mission anyway, despite the orders to retreat from their superiors.

"Damium?" Tim questioned, taking a quick scan of the weapon. "I thought they specialised in light, one handed arms," he asked, keeping his Tyrian ACS 6 'Sylph' Automatic Shotgun ready for any surprises in the future.

"Here's the exception to the rule," Carter replied, running a hand over his belt and his Pokéballs with a free hand. "All my companions are down, how about you two?"

"Wiped," Des answered, Tim silently agreeing with the sniper. Carter only nodded, expecting as much considering the circumstances of their mission.

"We'll make due," Carter answered, motioning to Tim to run by his side. The soldier nodded, doing so as Des took point, pistol ready in his hand. "Here," he told Tim, chucking a grenade to Tim.

"Woah!" Tim replied, fumbling it with one hand before finally catching it and placing it on his belt. "You should use it."

"You're the mad bomber around here, you use it," Carter replied, before picking up the past to catch up with Des. Tim didn't respond, only taking it as truth and glancing back to make sure no one was pursuing. Satisfied with little pursuers, he glanced back forward, seeing his companions dive into one of the many rooms of the complex. He followed behind, a few seconds before a hail of fire blasted through the corridor, narrowly missing him.

"Lucky, aren't you?" Carter joked softly, taking a small cylinder from his vest and extending it. Tim noticed Des quickly getting to work on one of the computer consoles, one of the many that possibly made a mainframe of the area "Grenade, three feet away, off the wall, on my mark," Carter told Tim, spying around the corner with his little portable periscope. Tim nodded, taking a grenade and pulling the pin, but making sure the cap remained on. He waited silently, hearing the quake of footsteps approaching quickly, to eliminate the threat.

"GO!" Carter yelled out, retreating the periscope as Tim tossed the grenade, the cap of it falling to the ground with a soft tingle. The resulting explosion ripped through the air, and throwing shrapnel everywhere. There were cries of pain and stumbling as Carter hefted his machinegun and appeared towards the group, opening fire.

"Ouch…" Tim muttered, wincing at the thought before approaching their hacker, working as quickly as possible. His hand blazed over the keyboard, by passing security protocols and the like. Des' backpack had a cable coming out of it, hooked up to the computer, obviously helping its user into hacking through the system. "Hurry it up…" Tim told Des, who only grunted in response, concentrating on the screen. Knowing not to distract the hacker anymore, Tim stole an extra magazine for his pistol from Des' belongings, ejecting the empty clip still in his weapon and replacing it with a fresh one.

"You owe me for that," Des muttered to Tim, though the pistol clip 'stealer' knew that already. Nothing really got past Des that much, he recalled, holstering the weapon and glancing towards Carter, who was still firing that heavy machinegun of his.

"Don't you run out of ammo!" Tim shouted over the hail of fire, though his question was in vain, or perhaps it is better said as coincidental. The weapon begun to sputter as no more ammo was loaded into the barrel. Cursing softly, he pulled back before the rain of projectiles could come.

"Frag, now!" Carter exclaimed, ejecting the massive cartridge for the weapon. It fell the ground with a resounding thud, mere inches away from Carter's toes. Tim responded by taking his last grenade and chucking it out into the hall. He glanced towards Carter, who was now taking another massive cartridge out of his pack while letting the weapon dangle on his shoulder as he fumbled slightly with the magazine. In the next moment, he shoved it into the machinegun, pulling back the release and taking it in both hands, preparing.

"Done!" Des exclaimed, quickly unplugging his equipment from the computer and drawing his 'Heartbeat' pistol, placing the remaining four rounds of the weapon into the console. Satisfied, he joined his companions, replacing the empty magazine.

"Just had to do that, didn't you?" Carter remarked smartly, before heading out and opening fire down the same corridor again. A motion from his head made the remaining pair realised to head down the other way.

"Cover fire," Tim told Des, taking the point with his Tyrian shotgun, Des behind with his sniper rifle drawn and ready. Carter took rearguard, advancing slowly backwards while unloading the suppression fire from his commandeered machinegun.

"Move it or lose it, whiner boy!" Tim yelled behind him towards Des, pressing his back towards a wall at the intersection and glancing around the corners. It was clear of hostilities.

"Speak for yourself, shotgun lamer," Des replied, turning his rifle around the corner and guarding Tim as he set up their decoy. Placing some wires between his teeth, Tim knelt down by the wall.

"Lamer…someone's been playing online games too much," Tim grunted, slapping a piece of clay like substance onto the wall of the corner. He glanced down the hallway towards Carter, who was still slowly retreating and continuing to fire. Calculating, Tim removed the wires from his mouth and poked them into the clay on the wall, winding them together then taking a small black box device from his pocket, attaching it to the wires before embedding it onto the clay.

"Someone's been around Carter too much," Des retorted, hearing the rounds of ammunition from Carter's machinegun clanging to the floor, the spray of fire ending with no ammo. Quickly, the sniper turned back from the corner and took aim at the closest soldier. Carter dropped the machinegun and broke into a sprint towards the pair, cover fire provided by the sniper.

"It's set," Tim told no one in particular, hastily returning to his feet and taking his shotgun, removing a certain assault rifle from his shoulder. He tossed it towards Carter when he was close enough, who nodded gratefully. He unlocked the safety before turning the corner past the pair and directed his rifle forward, glancing forward and back for anything.

"Move out!" he ordered, rushing down the hallway. "Our ride leaves in three minutes!" Des and Tim needed no more encouragement, following their 'leader' down the hallway. The explosives expert took a remote control out of his pocket and pressed the button, igniting the explosive charges he set earlier. The entire passageway lit up with fire as it incinerated the pursuers, or severely burned them. The trio didn't even look back, making a break for the closest exit, whether it be part of the actual floor plan or if the trio's own make.

* * * * * *

"Tim...close quarters lamer, demo expert EX…" the ex-Special Forces remarked between his breath, snapping out of his dream-like state. He glanced towards Des, who was sleeping peacefully now.

"We've become divided, and we will be reunited…" Tim whispered, closing his eyes. He just wanted to get some rest now, especially after an exhausting day of 'work'.

The door pounded with the rhythmic beating of someone's fist against the door. Groaning, Tim slid out of his bed and headed for the door, wondering who could possibly be bothering them. He placed a hand on the doorknob for the room, and at that moment, the knocking stopped, causing Tim to pause. Silently, he placed a hand on one of his pistols from the belt he still wore and slowly turned the knob.

The door flung open as the force from someone threw it open as Tim quickly rolled backwards, drawing his pistol and pointing it towards the busted in door. The three Pokémon inside were onto their feet, each on guard for whatever was coming through the door. They were greeted by laughter.

"I see you haven't lost your touch, Tim," the figure spoke, stepping into chambers. Tim blinked in surprise, recognising the voice, but unable to believe it true. Though a quick scan of the figure revealed as such that there was no lie.

"Carter!"

Fin