Posted Mar 15 2012 - 05:58 PM
“Listen Rotor can I talk to you in private?” Garry asked as he closed the door behind him.“Sure,” replied Rotor.“Good,” replied Garry. “Come on.”Garry led Rotor towards his bedroom, closing the door behind him before he sat down.“Listen, Rotor,” Garry said. “What are we going to do about these... prisoners of yours? We’re not designed to hold anybody.”“We’ll just have to improvise,” replied Rotor. “They’re prisoners after all. They tried to kill us. They were with XERRD trying to destroy the world. They’re not even megablockn’ human beings. Just lock ‘em up in a storeroom.”“It’s not like we have much choice,” replied Garry. “Maybe we should just take them out back and shoot them now.”“Nah,” replied Rotor. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, they might have information. I just saw a lot of my boys die in the past few days trying to take on that fortress I think we have the right to know as much as we can.” The rest of the group had gathered in the rec room.“So what exactly brings you all out here?” Mac asked curiously as he took a sip of his beer. “Isn’t there something going on out on the front lines?”“Yeah,” replied Cabin. “I wasn’t there. I was out looking for survivors. That’s when I found them.” She motioned towards the two prisoners, who were sitting on a couch.“The camp was overrun by mutant dinosaurs,” replied Johnson. “A handful of us were able to escape into the jungle. I was with two others when we left, and then we found Cabin.”“You say the camp was overrun?” Mac asked.“Yeah,” replied Johnson.Mac turned toward Windows. “You might want to go wake the Doc,” he said. Windows nodded and ran off. He came back a few minutes later accompanied by an elderly man.“What is all this,” the man said somewhat grumpily as he followed Windows into the rec room. “Who are all you?”“A couple of agents who just arrived,” Mac explained. “Apparently the rear guard camp was attacked. These few made it here.”“I see,” replied Copper. “In that case I think I might want to go up. Mac, do you think you could fly me there.”“At this hour,” replied Mac. “I’m not totally sure. It is pretty dark.”Copper thought about it for a moment. “It’s up to you Mac,” he said. “If you don’t want to fly, we don’t fly. I can drive if you’d prefer it.”Mac thought about these words for a moment. “This is a medical emergency,” he finally said. “Come on, Doc.”Mac put down his beer and walked towards the door followed by Copper before turning back to Windows. “Tell Garry it’s an emergency,” he said. “We’ll be back as soon as we can.”Windows nodded as Mac left the room. “I think you the rest of you should get some sleep,” he said as he turned back toward the group. At that point, Garry and Rotor came in.“Where exactly are Mac and Copper going?” Garry asked.“They’re investigating the rear guard camp,” Windows explained. “Apparently they were attacked.”“Any survivors?” Garry asked.“There’s these people here,” Windows explained. “A few others back at Outpost 4,” replied Cabin. “You might want to contact them and let them know we’re okay.”“So there’s more?” Windows asked.“Yeah,” replied Rotor. “We even got Lance Williams.”“Lance Williams,” replied Windows. “The surfer?”“The very one,” replied Rotor.“Alright,” said Garry. “Windows, get on the radio, contact Outpost 4 and tell them their companions are here. Once you’re done with that get in touch with the mainland. Tell them we’re going to need reinforcements and possibly a few doctors.”“Yes sir,” replied Windows before running off. Barry Jackson lay shivering on the cold, muddy and damp ground of the jungle. He had slept in worse conditions before. This was nothing new, but it had been so long since he had to do this, not to mention that he was all alone now. For the first time in his life he felt genuinely scared, longing for some form of human contact. The sound of a helicopter passing overhead briefly caught his attention, but sadly it did not give him the hope he wanted, so he lay there still. It had been at least a day since he fled the camp in the midst of the rampage. He had no idea where he was, but he knew what to do. As a soldier, he knew the best way to survive was to keep moving, but for now he was tired, and so he lay there, cold and hungry, trying to fall asleep. The T-1 finally made a landing in a small clearing filled with broken tents. Mac looked around as he climbed out of the cockpit. “What in megablock’s name happened here?” Copper asked as he climbed out of the back. “Mutant dinosaurs, no doubt,” replied Mac. He briefly climbed into the back of the helicopter, and came out a moment later with a lantern, which he promptly turned on.In the dim light, it was hard to see anything. As they searched the camp there were bodies and debris everywhere.“Hello!” Mac called out. “ANYONE HERE! ANYONE!”There was a moment of silence before a voice called out. “WHO’S THERE!”Mac turned around towards where the voice seemed to be coming from and noticed a somewhat intact tent with light coming from inside and a few silhouetted figures. As he approached, he saw a young man standing in front.“Elite Agent Kurt MacReady,” Mac said as he lowered his lantern and held out his hand. “This is Doc Copper, and you are...”“Standard Agent Hertz,” replied the man.“Any other survivors?” Mac asked.“Yes,” replied Hertz. “They’re inside.”Hertz led Mac and Copper into the tent. Inside there were four other doctors, two men and two women, along with a few patients.“I’m Dr. Copper,” He said to the other men as he knelt before the unconscious woman. “I’m Wade,” replied another medic who looked like he was dressed for combat.“Pierce,” replied another doctor who was sitting on his own. “Over there is Crusher and Carver.”“What’s the status of your patients?” Copper asked nervously.“Most of them are fine,” replied Pierce. He motioned towards an unconscious woman. “We won’t be able to do anything for her unless we can get to a real hospital.”“I see,” replied Copper. “I’d better get you all out of here. Pierce can you give me a h-”“He’s got a broken leg,” replied Wade. “I see,” replied Copper. “Mac, get back to the chopper. Get me a stretcher.”Mac nodded and ran outside.“I think we can get most of you to Outpost 7,” Copper explained. “We got an actual infirmary there and I can give them a proper examination.” “So you’re actually from this region, are you?” The pilot keenly asked the black-clad gunslinger sitting in the back of the T-1 Typhoon.“Yeah,” replied the gunslinger. “Well then, this will be like coming home,”“Indeed it will,” replied the gunslinger with a smile. “It’ll be just like the good ol’ days.“Don’t forget your mission objective now,” said the pilot. “You got a job to do.”“I know,” replied the gunslinger. “Unfortunately I can’t leave El Paso until my contact arrives.”“That’s true,” replied the pilot.“I can enjoy myself a little bit. Get a drink, maybe meet up with some old friends,” replied the gunslinger.The pilot smiled as he turned his attention back to the desert in front of him. The city was in approaching, and he started to make a landing. A number of confused citizens turned their attention towards the street as the helicopter touched the ground, spraying a cloud of dust.When the dust cleared and the helicopter took off, all those people saw in the middle of the street was a lone gunslinger, clad in black with a thick mustache. Some of them seem to recognized him, and watched in terror as he casually marched down the street.The gunslinger casually looked at all the faces of the local townsfolk. They knew who he was, there was no doubt about it.He turned towards a large building which was labelled “Saloon”. Inside he could hear piano music and men laughing, but as he opened those two doors and stepped inside the room fell into a silence. The gunslinger coldly walked through the room, the only noise coming from his spurs. He stopped right at the counter. A young barmaid showed a look of unease as she put down the glass she was cleaning.“Make it a whiskey,” he said. The barmaid got a bottle and poured him a glass. “So you’re back in town?” the barmaid said keenly.“Yes,” replied the gunslinger as he lit his pipe.“What brings you out here?” The Barmaid asked.“I’m here on business you see,” replied the gunslinger. “I’m actually expected to travel to gold city to help a couple boys.”“Them boys in that there Dino Attack team hired you?” The barmaid asked.“You bet,” replied the gunslinger. “I’ve just got to wait for my partner to get her you see.”“Partner?” Asked the barmaid. “You ain’t no man who works with no partner.”“Well in this case I’m making an exception,” replied the gunslinger. “Let’s just say he’s... a golden-haired angel.”This seemed to catch the barmaid’s attention. “Well, he should be along soon,” she said.The gunslinger took a sip of his whiskey. “In the meantime, I think I ought to know my way around town. You got a name?”“Maria,” replied the barmaid.“Ah yes,” replied the gunslinger. “Beautiful name. I like it. Where’s the best place to pick up supplies.”“That’d be McPherson’s general store,” replied Maria. “It’s down the street.”“Good good,” replied the gunslinger. The conversation was abruptly cut off by the sound of the door opening. He turned around to see a group of drunken men standing there.“Well, well, well,” said one man in the lead. “Word has it you is back in town. When I heard you was back I figured I’d settle an old score. You remember that bank job all them years ago.”The gunslinger smiled. “Well, I still ain’t forgiven you for what you did to ma buddies. You ain’t got no right to lynch my brudder.”The two stood for a moment as Maria watched in concern. The man went for his gun but before he could the gunslinger drew his revolved and shot him. One of his men drew in response, the gunslinger shot him. Another man drew his weapon, but shot rang out and he fell dead, and the remainder of the group quickly fled.The gunslinger smiled and turned back towards the counter where Maria was holding a rifle. “I don’t tolerate no trouble in here,” she said as she lowered it.The gunslinger smiled, adjusted his hat, and turned back toward the door.