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If you're thinking, 'Where have all the reviews gone!? WTF happened?' well it was due to an error, you see when the change over happened from the old AGNPH to the new one happened, I had to add my Co-authors back on, seeing as it took them off for some unknown reason. Anyway, when that happened, 2 copies of this story were made. I tried to delete the one without co-authors but when I did, it also deleted the other one, leaving me with no copies of blood and love, so yeah, have to re-upload. This is a pain in the ass but I heard that there was a problem with the text in all the older stories that made the text all glitchy, so maybe it was for the best that I re-uploaded it. Fortunatly, 'Blood and love' over at FanFiction isn't fucked up so that should make things easier. Also I've now noticed theres a duplicate 'Blood and love' story floating around, why this has happened I have no idea but I'm gonna try get it deleted. Oh, hears the stats for the story before it got wiped out.Views: 26,000Rating: 4.5Reviews: 59Oh, disclaimer. Yeah, Pokemon, I don't own it and I don't intend to make a profit out of it. This was done just for fun.
Biker bar brawl.
Owen looked over to Richard and asked, "Did you get a chance to look over the rest of the dossiers yet?"
"No, why?" Richard asked.
"Because we're going to be hitting land soon, and we're going to be recruiting the War Hero. You should read up on his background if you're going to be leading him." Owen stated whilst crossing his arms.
Richard was confused as to what he meant. "Wait; 'Leading'? Why would I be leading him?" Richard asked with a mixture of both concern and anger.
Owen sighed, he was afraid that this would be his reaction. "I picked everybody that I'm putting on the team for a reason; I picked you because you're an excellent fighter and leader. I know that you don't want to lead a team, but lives could be lost on this mission if I or anybody else leads the team." He told Richard.
Richard soon realized that he was talking about when he became a leader of a group of mercenaries, the job paid better but he didn't like being responsible for the men serving under him, so he gave up the job and handed it to another guy.
Richard knew he did a good job of being a leader, but that didn't stop him losing sleep when one of his men died, and there was nothing he could do about it. It pained him to think about it. "I don't like this... But, if it means that I save lives, then I'll do it." Richard mumbled.
Tera could see that Richard was thinking about something, and when she looked at his aura, it showed that he was hurt on the inside. Richard felt Tera's paw rubbing his back, she always made him feel better about everything and sometimes she didn't even have to say anything, this was one of those times.
Owen knew that Richard didn't like it, but he was glad he agreed to do it.
"Good, I'll tell you more about the recruit on the way to Vermillion. We should be arriving at Fuchsia City in less than five minutes; we'll take the car from there. There should be cafe near the port we will be arriving at, that's where I will meet you. Don't forget to bring the dossiers too." Owen informed them as he walked off, not even glancing behind him.
7 minutes later...
The ship was now docked and Owen now sat in his car, alone. He checked that he had everything that he needed, that's when a female voice came in through his earpiece.
"Owen, are you there?" The female voice asked.
Owen pressed his finger on the barely visible button on the center of the earpiece. "Yeah, I'm here." He replied as his voice lost his strict professional tone.
"I've got a location update on your next recruit, the war hero, he's in a bar called 'Dan's tavern' just outside of Vermillion. You can't miss it." The mysterious female voice said.
"What about the weapons drop?" Owen asked, still missing his professional voice.
"I'll contact you with more information on that once you have got the War Hero on your team." The voice replied.
"Thanks for the info." Owen said as he started up the car and the engine revved to life.
"Owen, please be careful on this one." The voice says with a concerned tone to it.
"Aren't I always?" Owen chuckled as he drove off towards the cafe. "Right." replied the voice sarcastically.
Meanwhile...
Richard, Tera and Kiara were now in the cafe that Owen told them to meet at. It was still pretty early in the morning and the sun was high in the sky, it shone brightly through the window of the cafe and onto the table they were sitting at.
Richard looked over to Tera; her face was lit up by the sunshine. It all felt so familiar to Richard, it reminded him of the day Tera became part of his 'clan', it brought a smile to his face when he remembered that day, it was the day his life started to be worth living.
Tera noticed him looking at her with admiring eyes, it warmed her heart to be reminded just how much she means to him.
Richard could see her blushing, he loved it when she blushes, it made her already cute face even cuter, somehow.
They both looked at each other lovingly; for what seemed to be hours at a time, yet, in reality, the collapsed time was only a few seconds.
Richard and Tera noticed Kiara's head turning quickly and staring at something out of the window. They both quickly glanced out of the window and saw the same big bulky military car that Owen drove.
Owen waited in the car and watched as the mercenary who turned into a cop, the Lucario whose clan got slaughtered, and the Glaceon whom he knew nothing about walked out of the cafe and got into the back of the car. The team he was building consisted of very mixed individuals; and then his mind wandered to confusion.
What it was about? He wondered what the war hero was like. Owen had heard what the war hero had done to earn that title and he was impressed, but now it seemed that he had become a drunk since then, but he was sure that his skills were still with him.
Or at least hoped.
Owen heard the car door close and he drove the big hunk of metal to the bar where his next recruit was drinking at.
Richard looked at the dossiers in his hands; he shifted through them until he found the one entitled 'The War Hero' which he then opened.
'The War Hero.'
Recruit number: #0985
Name: Bruce Harrison
Age: 29
Background info: He joined Kanto's army despite being born in Johto; he has stated that he did this because 'Kanto was the only one doing a fucking thing about Silas.'
Bruce joined Kanto's army at the age of 21, he was since involved with the battle of Ashford Island where he earned various medals and accolades for recapturing lookout point single-handedly, also rescuing over 30 soldiers whom were to be sold as slaves or executed. He then left Kanto's army at the age of 25, soon after becoming a well known war hero amongst the soldiers within Kanto's army.
He returned to Johto where he then stayed with his sister (Kelly, aged 23 at the time) when an assassination attempt was carried out by one of Silas' elite soldiers (The Black Vipers), the soldier was killed and Bruce's sister (Kelly) was reported being shot during the fight between Bruce and the elite soldier. Around that time, Bruce began his alcoholic stupor and moved back to Kanto.
Height: 5 ft 9.5 inches; last measured.
Place of birth: Johto
Richard stopped reading to look at the picture in the dossier, a picture of Bruce; he had very short black hair, green eyes, and rough stubble on his face. He looked exactly like how he expected a soldier to look like.
Richard set the dossier on his lap, as he felt like he had seen enough.
Owen's eyes scanned the road ahead of him, still no sign of the bar.
Tera rested her head on Richard's shoulder, she still felt a little sleepy, she wanted to just cuddle up to Richard and fall asleep again. He did as well, but knew that the job was a bit more pressing at the moment.
Kiara looked out of the window of the car to see trees zooming past; she wondered how fast they were going.
Richard did smile a little to see her curiosity, it was amusing, just like a Mightyena sticking its head out of a car's window, such he had seen a many times during his job.
Owen's eyes locked on to some kind of building, like a cottage only larger looking and with a car park and a sign saying 'Dan's Tavern'.
I quickly noted that the sign was faded and the place looked like it was over 20 years old.
"We're here." Owen told us as he pulled the car up into an empty parking space. Owen switched the engine off and climbed out of the car, quickly followed by the others.
Richard's attention turned to the motorbikes in the car park. 'Is this some kind of biker bar?' he thought to himself.
Tera looked over to the tavern; it had one large glass window near the front door. The group stop walking towards the tavern when they heard something... Shouting; they heard multiple cuss words and something glass broke, presumably a bottle.
They all jumped back when they saw a man crashing through the glass window and fall to the dirt path.
"Gah... You fucking cocksuckers." The man groaned as he got up off the ground.
The front door of the tavern flung open and a large biker guy came running out along with 3 other biker looking guys.
Richard looked at the man that had crashed through the window; it was the war hero, Bruce. He was dressed in a plain green T-shirt with woodland camouflage trousers and combat boots; he also wore dog tags around his neck. The back of his T-shirt was now slightly ripped, with a short line of blood.
The large biker guy looked like he was over six foot tall, bald and wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with a large emblem on the back of it, he couldn't make out the writing or the small details but there was the head of a Houndoom in the center of it and golden flames around it.
He looked very imposing. The other men were around about the same height as Richard and the war hero, one of the men was holding a pool cue.
The large biker man walked over to Bruce, who stood his ground.
"Did you really think you could fuck with us and get away with it?" The large biker threatened in a deep threatening tone.
"I fucked your sister and got away with it, so yeah." Bruce laughed in a cocky, rough tone of voice.
The large biker darted forward and threw a strong right hook; Bruce ducked and threw his own fist into the biker's testicles. The biker lurched forward in pain; Bruce then threw an upper cut which caught the biker's chin.
The large biker stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
Bruce looked at the shocked, stupid expressions on the other biker's faces, he savored it. Bruce put up his fists and shouted, "FUCKING COME ON YOU PANSIES!"
It was obvious that he had a short temper.
Two of the unarmed bikers ran towards him. Suddenly, one threw a punch which he easily dodged by jumping back.
The other one then threw his fist which Bruce blocked with his forearm and then countered by punching quickly slamming his fist into the biker's nose, then the side of his head, and then the other side of his head with the other fist. Bruce watched the biker drop to the ground.
"Fuckin' dropped." Bruce quickly blurted out before the other biker tried to kick him. Bruce quickly grabbed his leg. "Fucking got ya now." Bruce melodically sung as he slammed his fist into the biker's jaw and kicked him in the stomach, sending him to the ground.
Bruce looked over to his side and saw the big guy getting back up. "Eat the fucking ground." Bruce cussed as he kicked the big biker to the side of his baldy head. Bruce watched him drop back to the ground but he knew he would be back up soon, so he stomped on the big biker's face with full force, breaking the biker's nose, knocking him out cold.
Bruce turned back around to face the biker with the pool cue, he looked young and he could see the fear in his eyes. "You should run... Now." Bruce stated as he glared at the young man.
He then smiled when he saw him shake but still stood in the same place he was when the fight started, he got a devious idea. Bruce slowly walked towards him, quietly, and then suddenly jumped forward and shouted "FUCKING RUN!" which is exactly what the biker with the pool cue did.
Bruce laughed as he watched the tough young biker guy run away, that's when he noticed the group that was watching him. 'Who the fuck are those guys? Eh. Probably just trainers or some shit.' He thought to himself as he walked back into the bar.
Richard, Tera, Kiara and Owen all looked at the downed bloody bruised men. Owen was sure that he had the right guy. "Follow me." Owen instructed as he walked into the bar, the others following closely behind.
They found themselves inside an empty tavern, some of the tables and chairs were overturned and broken, the only people inside the tavern were Bruce who was sitting on a high chair at the bar, and a man talking to him behind the bar.
Bruce downed what remained in the bottle of vodka and looked over to Dan the bartender who was now looking behind Bruce. "Let me guess, the big guy is back for more." Bruce groaned.
"No, there's a group walking over your way though." Dan informed as his eyes went over the mysterious group.
Bruce looked behind him as his hand went over to the vodka bottle, ready to use it as a weapon.
Owen could see this man was ready to attack, so he quickly explained everything. "Bruce, my name is Owen and we need you on our team. Silas is going to launch an invasion, and I need the best to stop that from happening. That's you."
Bruce just grunted and shot back, "Not interested."
Owen knew that would be his reaction, but he knew how to convince him to come along. "If you come along and complete the mission, you'll be rewarded with a large sum of money." Owen persuaded.
This caught Bruce's attention. "Hmm, I still think I need a little more convincing." He said, he was interested to see just far he would go to get him on his team.
Owen's eyes went over to the different vodka bottles scattered around where he was drinking at. "You'll also get a life time supply of vodka." He added to his previous statement; intriguing the alcoholic man in front of him.
Bruce suddenly shot up right in his chair, slammed his fist down into the bar's counter and enthusiastically yelled, "Sign me up!"
Owen wasn't actually expecting him to agree just like that, but he wasn't complaining. "Come with us." He stated.
Bruce didn't know if he was telling the truth, but he didn't really care anyway. Bruce unsteadily got out of his chair and followed the people he knew nothing about. 'What could possibly go wrong here?' his sarcastic voice asked himself in his head.
5 minutes later...
Bruce was sitting in the back of the car, facing the two Pokemon and the man with the faux hawk. Owen had given him some kind of translator, and he was eager to try it out.
He looked at the Glaceon, Owen had said that he was gathering the best, or that's what he told him. "Hey, agent guy. If you're gathering the best then what's the creepy pale blue rat doing here?" As soon as Bruce said this, Kiara shot him a look that could intimidate a Machamp.
"And what is a drunken ape like this doing around here?" Kiara said with venom in her voice.
Bruce had a devious smirk on his face. "Oh, mouthy are we?" He replied with a cocky tone.
Kiara frowned at him, she could tell that this man was going to get under her skin; she could already imagine herself freezing him solid and biting down into his frozen corpse. "Just shut up, and I won't freeze you to death." She angrily threatened.
Bruce enjoyed the hatred in her voice; it made him want to fight. "I'd like to see you try." He provoked as visions of him grabbing the Glaceon and giving her a good solid headbutt ran through his mind.
Bruce's cocky tone got to Kiara more than anything else. "I'd like to see you try stopping me." She shot back with a very serious look on her face.
Bruce could see just how much he was irritating her, he wanted her to attack him, and he wanted another challenging exhilarating fight after the disappointing one with the bikers. Bruce leaned forward in his seat and added, "Bah. I seriously doubt that you could even scratch me."
Kiara looked down to his neck; she resisted the urge to sink her teeth into his flesh. "Sit back in your seat; I'm beginning to smell the alcohol on your breath." She snappily replied.
Richard and Tera watched awkwardly as Kiara and Bruce exchanged looks of hatred and anger.
Owen could hear the hate in their voices, if this carried on then it seemed like they would rip each other apart. "Calm down you two, you're no good to us dead." He told them.
Owen's words fell on deaf ears.
Bruce stared at the Glaceon. 'She is really pissed!' He thought to himself. Bruce didn't hate her, he just loved conflict.
Kiara stared at Bruce as if she was staring into his soul, just being around him irritated her.
5 minutes later...
The car stopped, they were now in Vermillion outside of Bruce's house. There was a strong military presence around the area; soldiers in black and grayish digital camouflage uniforms were everywhere, paroling the streets, carrying their M16 assault rifles in their hands.
They had stopped them on the way into the city, but the commander stationed there seemed to recognize Owen, and let them pass freely.
Bruce climbed out of the car with the military backpack Owen had given him, he was told to pack everything he needs. Bruce closed the car door behind him and walked over to his house which had about a hundred bullet holes in it.
Bruce searched around in his pockets for his house keys. 'Ah, where the fuck are ya little bastards? Aha, there you are!' "FUCK!" He shouted out loud, drawing the attention of some passing by soldiers.
He quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket to look at the small bleeding cut on his index finger. "What the fuck is in my pocket?" He said to himself as he reached in his pocket a second time and pulled out a small shard of glass which he then tossed to the floor and stomped on.
"Fucker." He said as he searched around in his pocket again for his keys. 'Gotcha.' He thought as he pulled out his keys and finally unlocked his front door.
Kiara watched as the most irritating person she had ever met walked into his house. "You know, we could just drive away." Kiara suggested.
Owen was tempted, but the mission came first, not personal preferences. "I know we could, but we still need him." He sighed.
Somehow, Kiara knew he would say that. "But why? Sure he's a good fighter but... Just look! I don't even think he will be any use to us!" She exclaimed as her paw pointed towards the open door of the house and at Bruce who seemed to be downing a whole bottle of vodka.
Bruce dropped the now empty vodka bottle on the floor and made his way over to the kitchen, but not before stopping a second to look over to his smashed window with a M16 assault rifle below it and bullet casings scattered around it.
"Twats." He said as he thought about the slavers that he shot and killed just a few weeks ago.
Blood everywhere and him smiling as he castrated them.
Bruce snapped out of his rather enjoyable daydream of splattering their heads open with bullets and moved into the kitchen to grab what he needed.
He opened the fridge and said, "Hello there my little beauties." as he grabbed various different drinks and stuffed them into his backpack.
Owen, Kiara, Richard and Tera were still waiting in the car for Bruce. Kiara thought about how every second wasted on waiting could be time they could have spent driving away from Bruce, the rough, alcoholic, annoying human. She hated almost everything about him.
Owen was now just staring at the steering wheel now in front of him, and then a familiar voice rang in his ear.
"Owen, update on your weapon pickup. They'll be given to you by a man called Peter who will be waiting for you near somewhere on route 11. He'll be the person with the red bandana, standing besides a black van." The feminine voice informed him.
"Gotcha." Owen responded quietly.
Bruce had cleared his kitchen of anything alcoholic, the drinks clunked around in his backpack when he lifted it up to put it on. He was about to leave, but he felt like he was missing something.
His eyes went over to the window and over to the assault rifle, it wasn't that, it was already broken beyond repair.
'What the fuck am I missing?' his voice growled in his head, then his eyes went over to the table next to the window, and found what he was looking for.
Bruce walked over to the table that had magazines for the assault rifle, most were empty and some were full but that wasn't what he was looking for, it was the small blue teddy bear next to them.
It brought him both happy and awful memories, and he took it with him. He didn't know why he took it, but he thought that it was probably better if he didn't think about it.
Bruce walked out of the house, not bothering to close the door behind him. He climbed back into the car, closed the door behind him and looked over to the Glaceon who had a more than pissed off expression on her face.
"What?" he asked as he took off his backpack loaded with alcohol which made a glassy clunk noise as he placed it on the floor.
Kiara's eyes went to the backpack. "What have you got in there?" She asked curiously yet still keeping her angry tone.
"Booze, now stop staring at me with those big bug eyes." Bruce replied.
Kiara sighed. "Are you going to be a drunken jackass all the way through this mission?" She questioned.
"Hey, I've been a drunken jackass for the past couple of years, why should I stop now?" Bruce happily said.
Kiara had nothing more to say to the man in front of her, nothing pleasant anyway.
Richard and Tera felt like they could cut the tension in the air with a knife. But, what fun would that be?
Owen drove on towards Route 11, although he wasn't looking forward to giving Bruce a gun. Rule number 1 : Don't give a drunk, a weapon that can kill.
2 minutes later.
The car arrived at Route 11 and stopped besides a man; who, coincidentally was leaning against a black van. The man was wearing a red bandana, a red shirt and dark blue jeans. Owen had not yet told Richard or Bruce they were going to get guns.
Bruce looked over to the man besides the black van outside. "Who's the guy with the bandana?" Bruce asked.
"He's going to give us guns, which is all you need to know." Owen replied.
Bruce didn't like his tone, he didn't like Owen. "Don't give me that secretive bullshit." Bruce angrily said. 'I don't mind that blue rat but this agent guy, he's a dick.' He thought to himself.
Owen ignored what he had to say and his only reply was, "Follow me." He stated as he got out of the car.
Richard, Tera, Kiara and Bruce followed Owen who stepped in front of the man in the red bandana and asked, "Peter?"
The man nodded and replied, "I've got your guns, you should each take two, a primary and a secondary weapon. I also have a selection of other weapons too."
Bruce looked over to the man who was now trying to open up the back of his van. "I bet this is going to cost a shitload of money." Bruce added.
The man looked back at him and said, "Actually this wont cost you a thing, the government is paying for your guns. Whoever you guys are going, the government must really want them dead."
The van's door unlocked and 'Peter' opened them to reveal a varied arsenal of weapons. "Take what you want." Peter told them.
Bruce almost drooled over the sight; guns, guns, everywhere and with many a bullets to spare.
He was the first one to step up to the van to get his guns. His eyes went over the guns. 'M16, AK-47, Combat Shotgun... I'm taking that shit!' Bruce thought to himself as he grabbed the combat shotgun, a 9mm semi-auto pistol that came with a leg holster and a machete that came with a sheathe that could be slung around to his back, along with the combat shotgun. He also grabbed some shells for the shotgun and clips for the pistol.
Richard was the second to step up to the van and he immediately found what he was looking for. He grabbed a MP5 submachine gun, he knew there were better guns there but he worked better with that gun.
He felt its weight in his hands, it reminded him of his days as a mercenary, the MP5 and the 9mm semi-auto pistol were the tools of his trade and they saved many peoples lives, as well as ending them.
He then remembered why he wanted to stop being a mercenary, he wondered what would make working for Owen any different than being a mercenary, but he remembered that this time, it wasn't just some random mission, this mission was one to save lives.
Richard put all those thoughts out of his mind as he walked over back to Tera as he slung the MP5 around his back and strapped the holster the pistol was in around his right leg.
Owen was the last to pick his gun, a chrome 9mm semi-auto pistol with an attached silencer. He didn't want to pick anything else; he thought that it would just make him more of a target.
Owen then walked back over to the group; he could see Bruce with a overjoyed look on his face, and Kiara looking a lot less pleased. He then looked over to Richard who had a concerned look on his face; he guessed that Richard was concerned for the safety of his partner.
Tera's eyes went to the guns that Richard now had, she hoped that he wouldn't have to use them anytime soon.
Peter, the man with the red bandana closed the back doors of his van, locked them and then got into his van without saying a word.
Owen was about to open his car door, his hand was on the handle but then the familiar voice rang in his ear again.
"Owen, I have some bad news." The familiar female voice begun.
"Hit me." Owen responded.
"Suspected members of the black vipers have been sighted around Vermillion City, they may be planning another attack. You have orders to track down these suspected members around the City, and watch them." She added.
Everyone looked confused as Owen held his hand to his ear. Richard shot a look at Tera, who shrugged. Bruce took out a small bottle of whiskey and a shot glass from his vest and poured himself a glass. Kiara looked disgusted as she watched him down it all.
"Kanto has given you and your team full clearance around the City, so the soldiers shouldn't be a problem. I'll update you on the suspects as soon as you reenter the City. Brief your team and head out." The female voice informed as it crackled out.
Owen turned to the group he had built up. "I've just got our orders for our first mission, Silas' elites are somewhere inside Vermillion, and we have to stop them from whatever they are about to do." Owen told them all.
Richard's head immediately turned to Owen when he mentioned Silas' elite force, the black vipers. Richard had heard of them, they were said to be trained by Silas himself by coming with him on almost certain death missions.
Richard had heard that the training or selection process kills more than 90% of the candidates, which meant that the people who actually become black vipers are deadly survivors.
Tera could see that something was wrong, Richard had that worried look on his face, the same worried look he had when he approached those men that attacked them, the same look he had when he fought those slavers, and his father.
"What's wrong?" Tera concernedly asked. Richard looked back over to Tera and replied, "Nothing just... Just stay close to me, okay?"
Tera knew that something bad was going to happen, but she also knew that Richard will protect her, and she'll protect him. "Okay." Tera told him. She took his hand and held onto it.
Bruce looked over to Owen. "Wait a sec, you JUST got orders? Where from?" Bruce asked with suspicion.
Owen knew that someone would ask eventually, he was just surprised that the first person to notice was a drunken ass, but apparently a observant drunken ass.
"I received the orders from my contact; she contacts me through my earpiece. Now let's go." Owen commanded as he entered his car.
2 minutes later...
They were all once again in the big bulky car, heading back to Vermillion City.
Bruce couldn't stop thinking about blowing some slaver's head clean off with a single blast to the face with his new gun, but there was something else on his mind too.
'Man, why the fuck does my back sting so much?' He thought to himself as he brought his hand to his back. Bruce put his hand down the back of his T-shirt and felt numerous cuts and scrapes.
'How the... Wait. That big fucking wanker cut my back when he threw me through the fucking window!' He angrily thought to himself. 'I hope I kicked some of that twat's fucking teeth out!' He thought as he looked at the blood on his fingers, one of the cuts had reopened its self.
Kiara watched as Bruce looked at the blood on his fingers. 'Is he bleeding?' Kiara thought to herself.
Richard could see him looking at the blood on his fingers. "You're bleeding; do you need someone to take a look at you?" Richard asked. This man seemed like an ass, but Richard still saw him as a teammate.
It wasn't like this was the first time Richard had to work with someone loud and annoying.
"It's just a scratch, it'll heal." Bruce replied.
Richard just left it at that, he knew that if he insisted he would just end up annoying him.
Bruce didn't like the agent or the Glaceon, but he didn't know what to make of the Lucario and the man with the faux hawk.
Bruce put all thoughts out of his head as he tried to get comfortable in his seat, a hard thing to do when you have a combat shotgun and a machete behind your cut up back. It was times like these that Bruce was glad he drinks a lot, it helps with the pain.
Richard went back to looking out of the window again; they were beginning to enter Vermillion again. He could see soldiers patrolling the area and bombed and burned buildings, he wondered if anyone besides Bruce actually still lived in this City.
Tera looked out of the window too; it saddened her to think about the lives lost at this place, how many clans had been torn apart.
The car soon came to a stop, just outside of the local gym.
Bruce suddenly realized something. "Hey, agent guy. Wont these soldiers do something about the guns we're carrying?"
Owen was surprised the drunk asked such relevant questions. "No, they know about our presence here, they won't do a thing." Owen reassured the team as he climbed out of the car.
Owen looked around him as the specialist team he had built up stepped out of the car and the familiar voice rang in his ear again. "Owen, there's something wrong here. Get your team out of the City ASAP!" The voice ordered.
"But wait, I thought you said the-" Owen was cut off by a loud explosion and the sound of gunfire and shouting soldiers.
The group ducked down, taking cover besides the heavily armored vehicle.
The three male humans armed themselves, Richard with his MP5, Bruce with his combat shotgun and Owen with his silenced 9mm pistol.
Tera stayed close to Richard, just like he asked.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bruce shouted out over the gunfire and shouts as he got ready to blast someone in the face with his shotgun.
Nobody responded, they just looked around for the shooters. Richard was the first one to lean out of cover, to see what was going on. He saw soldiers running and firing down a street, but he couldn't see who they were firing at.
The soldiers seemed to drop like flies, clutching their wounds as the bled out on the floor, who ever was shooting at them was accurate, and deadly. Soon, there were only four soldiers left. One of the soldiers shouted out something that he couldn't hear, but he guessed it was the order to retreat.
The soldiers ran, but three more got gunned down, including the soldier that ordered the retreat. The last soldier ran towards the armored car they were taking cover behind, Richard knew that if they didn't cover him, that soldier may die as well. "COVER HIM!" Richard shouted out as he stood up and aimed his gun down the street.
Owen and Bruce instinctively did the same, and Tera stood by Richard, charging a powerful aura sphere.
The soldier stopped in his tracks for a second when he saw the well armed group, he thought they were going to gun him down, until the man with the shotgun shouted, "Get the fuck over here before they shoot your ass off!"
The young soldier sprinted over to the group and ducked down behind their vehicle.
Although the soldier was now safe with them, they didn't take their eyes off the street that now had dead soldiers littering it.
Richard and Tera stood completely still as they waited for something to happen, something that they would have to be ready for. The wait was killing them, every second felt agonizing, like they were waiting for their own execution. They were both frightened but they hid it, for both their sakes.
The soldier with the black beret who survived now lifted up his sniper rifle and aimed it at the same street he had come from.
They waited there for over 30 seconds, and nothing happened.
Richard looked around the roof tops of nearby houses, windows too, that's when he noticed something glinting from one of the windows, he instantly knew what it was, and it scared the shit out of him.
"SNIPER!" Richard shouted out as he pulled Tera back down into the cover of the armored car. Just half a second after he did this, a bullet zoomed in their direction, thankfully passing overhead. The rest of the group, including the soldier, instantly ducked down into cover, apart from Bruce who shot twice over in the direction of the sniper before ducking into cover.
Richard's and Tera's hearts raced, they almost lost each other, and they both knew it.
Bruce looked around at the group before noticing something. "Where's the rat?" He shouted.
Everybody looked around for Kiara, excluding the soldier.
Bruce didn't particularly like her, but he didn't want her dead. "Shit! We have to find her!" Bruce said before hearing a man's screams coming from the direction of the sniper.
"What the fuck was that?" Bruce asked as he quickly leaned out of cover before quickly going back into cover. Bruce wanted to know what was going on, but he knew it wasn't worth getting his head shot off.
The group waited in silence, until they heard Kiara calling out to them, yelling, "I got him!"
Bruce looked back to the group with a confused look on his face. 'No... No fucking way.' Bruce thought to himself as he quickly leaned out of cover to see Kiara now standing in the window the sniper was in.
Kiara quickly ran back over to the group to tell them what she had seen. "That one is dead but there are more." She told them.
Richard didn't like this at all, this place just felt like a death trap. "How many more?" Richard asked.
"I don't know, maybe fifty?" Kiara answered.
Richard looked over to the solder that was still scanning the area with his eyes; he could see his rank was first class private. "Soldier, how many of you were stationed down here?" Richard asked
"About fifty, but most of them were killed in the explosion and... Well the only other survivors were with me." The soldier reported as he looked back over to the dead bodies of his fallen squad mates.
Richard wondered why they would only send fifty, but he didn't want to discuss it right now. "We have to get out of here, now." Richard suggested.
Owen knew Richard was right; it was too risky to try to fight them off. "Let's get out of here."
Everybody climbed into the car, even the soldier which nobody objected to.
Owen wanted to get out of here as fast as possible so he floored the accelerator and made for the nearest exit out of Vermillion. Before they knew it, bullets were ricocheting off the vehicle and its bullet proof glass.
Owen tried his best to stay out of their line of fire but he couldn't even see them most of the time, fortunately, it appeared that Silas' men didn't have time to block off the exits. Soon they were out of the city, and out of reach of Silas' men.
Richard and Tera looked at each other, their hearts still beating rapidly. They hugged each other, happy that they were both alive and well. Richard never wanted to let go of her, and she didn't want to let go of him.
Tears formed in Tera's eyes, she came so close to losing him again. She was terrified that this would happen again, only next time they wouldn't be so lucky.
Richard rubbed her back as he heard her sobbing lightly, he regretted taking on this mission. So far, it was going bad.
"No, why?" Richard asked.
"Because we're going to be hitting land soon, and we're going to be recruiting the War Hero. You should read up on his background if you're going to be leading him." Owen stated whilst crossing his arms.
Richard was confused as to what he meant. "Wait; 'Leading'? Why would I be leading him?" Richard asked with a mixture of both concern and anger.
Owen sighed, he was afraid that this would be his reaction. "I picked everybody that I'm putting on the team for a reason; I picked you because you're an excellent fighter and leader. I know that you don't want to lead a team, but lives could be lost on this mission if I or anybody else leads the team." He told Richard.
Richard soon realized that he was talking about when he became a leader of a group of mercenaries, the job paid better but he didn't like being responsible for the men serving under him, so he gave up the job and handed it to another guy.
Richard knew he did a good job of being a leader, but that didn't stop him losing sleep when one of his men died, and there was nothing he could do about it. It pained him to think about it. "I don't like this... But, if it means that I save lives, then I'll do it." Richard mumbled.
Tera could see that Richard was thinking about something, and when she looked at his aura, it showed that he was hurt on the inside. Richard felt Tera's paw rubbing his back, she always made him feel better about everything and sometimes she didn't even have to say anything, this was one of those times.
Owen knew that Richard didn't like it, but he was glad he agreed to do it.
"Good, I'll tell you more about the recruit on the way to Vermillion. We should be arriving at Fuchsia City in less than five minutes; we'll take the car from there. There should be cafe near the port we will be arriving at, that's where I will meet you. Don't forget to bring the dossiers too." Owen informed them as he walked off, not even glancing behind him.
7 minutes later...
The ship was now docked and Owen now sat in his car, alone. He checked that he had everything that he needed, that's when a female voice came in through his earpiece.
"Owen, are you there?" The female voice asked.
Owen pressed his finger on the barely visible button on the center of the earpiece. "Yeah, I'm here." He replied as his voice lost his strict professional tone.
"I've got a location update on your next recruit, the war hero, he's in a bar called 'Dan's tavern' just outside of Vermillion. You can't miss it." The mysterious female voice said.
"What about the weapons drop?" Owen asked, still missing his professional voice.
"I'll contact you with more information on that once you have got the War Hero on your team." The voice replied.
"Thanks for the info." Owen said as he started up the car and the engine revved to life.
"Owen, please be careful on this one." The voice says with a concerned tone to it.
"Aren't I always?" Owen chuckled as he drove off towards the cafe. "Right." replied the voice sarcastically.
Meanwhile...
Richard, Tera and Kiara were now in the cafe that Owen told them to meet at. It was still pretty early in the morning and the sun was high in the sky, it shone brightly through the window of the cafe and onto the table they were sitting at.
Richard looked over to Tera; her face was lit up by the sunshine. It all felt so familiar to Richard, it reminded him of the day Tera became part of his 'clan', it brought a smile to his face when he remembered that day, it was the day his life started to be worth living.
Tera noticed him looking at her with admiring eyes, it warmed her heart to be reminded just how much she means to him.
Richard could see her blushing, he loved it when she blushes, it made her already cute face even cuter, somehow.
They both looked at each other lovingly; for what seemed to be hours at a time, yet, in reality, the collapsed time was only a few seconds.
Richard and Tera noticed Kiara's head turning quickly and staring at something out of the window. They both quickly glanced out of the window and saw the same big bulky military car that Owen drove.
Owen waited in the car and watched as the mercenary who turned into a cop, the Lucario whose clan got slaughtered, and the Glaceon whom he knew nothing about walked out of the cafe and got into the back of the car. The team he was building consisted of very mixed individuals; and then his mind wandered to confusion.
What it was about? He wondered what the war hero was like. Owen had heard what the war hero had done to earn that title and he was impressed, but now it seemed that he had become a drunk since then, but he was sure that his skills were still with him.
Or at least hoped.
Owen heard the car door close and he drove the big hunk of metal to the bar where his next recruit was drinking at.
Richard looked at the dossiers in his hands; he shifted through them until he found the one entitled 'The War Hero' which he then opened.
'The War Hero.'
Recruit number: #0985
Name: Bruce Harrison
Age: 29
Background info: He joined Kanto's army despite being born in Johto; he has stated that he did this because 'Kanto was the only one doing a fucking thing about Silas.'
Bruce joined Kanto's army at the age of 21, he was since involved with the battle of Ashford Island where he earned various medals and accolades for recapturing lookout point single-handedly, also rescuing over 30 soldiers whom were to be sold as slaves or executed. He then left Kanto's army at the age of 25, soon after becoming a well known war hero amongst the soldiers within Kanto's army.
He returned to Johto where he then stayed with his sister (Kelly, aged 23 at the time) when an assassination attempt was carried out by one of Silas' elite soldiers (The Black Vipers), the soldier was killed and Bruce's sister (Kelly) was reported being shot during the fight between Bruce and the elite soldier. Around that time, Bruce began his alcoholic stupor and moved back to Kanto.
Height: 5 ft 9.5 inches; last measured.
Place of birth: Johto
Richard stopped reading to look at the picture in the dossier, a picture of Bruce; he had very short black hair, green eyes, and rough stubble on his face. He looked exactly like how he expected a soldier to look like.
Richard set the dossier on his lap, as he felt like he had seen enough.
Owen's eyes scanned the road ahead of him, still no sign of the bar.
Tera rested her head on Richard's shoulder, she still felt a little sleepy, she wanted to just cuddle up to Richard and fall asleep again. He did as well, but knew that the job was a bit more pressing at the moment.
Kiara looked out of the window of the car to see trees zooming past; she wondered how fast they were going.
Richard did smile a little to see her curiosity, it was amusing, just like a Mightyena sticking its head out of a car's window, such he had seen a many times during his job.
Owen's eyes locked on to some kind of building, like a cottage only larger looking and with a car park and a sign saying 'Dan's Tavern'.
I quickly noted that the sign was faded and the place looked like it was over 20 years old.
"We're here." Owen told us as he pulled the car up into an empty parking space. Owen switched the engine off and climbed out of the car, quickly followed by the others.
Richard's attention turned to the motorbikes in the car park. 'Is this some kind of biker bar?' he thought to himself.
Tera looked over to the tavern; it had one large glass window near the front door. The group stop walking towards the tavern when they heard something... Shouting; they heard multiple cuss words and something glass broke, presumably a bottle.
They all jumped back when they saw a man crashing through the glass window and fall to the dirt path.
"Gah... You fucking cocksuckers." The man groaned as he got up off the ground.
The front door of the tavern flung open and a large biker guy came running out along with 3 other biker looking guys.
Richard looked at the man that had crashed through the window; it was the war hero, Bruce. He was dressed in a plain green T-shirt with woodland camouflage trousers and combat boots; he also wore dog tags around his neck. The back of his T-shirt was now slightly ripped, with a short line of blood.
The large biker guy looked like he was over six foot tall, bald and wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with a large emblem on the back of it, he couldn't make out the writing or the small details but there was the head of a Houndoom in the center of it and golden flames around it.
He looked very imposing. The other men were around about the same height as Richard and the war hero, one of the men was holding a pool cue.
The large biker man walked over to Bruce, who stood his ground.
"Did you really think you could fuck with us and get away with it?" The large biker threatened in a deep threatening tone.
"I fucked your sister and got away with it, so yeah." Bruce laughed in a cocky, rough tone of voice.
The large biker darted forward and threw a strong right hook; Bruce ducked and threw his own fist into the biker's testicles. The biker lurched forward in pain; Bruce then threw an upper cut which caught the biker's chin.
The large biker stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
Bruce looked at the shocked, stupid expressions on the other biker's faces, he savored it. Bruce put up his fists and shouted, "FUCKING COME ON YOU PANSIES!"
It was obvious that he had a short temper.
Two of the unarmed bikers ran towards him. Suddenly, one threw a punch which he easily dodged by jumping back.
The other one then threw his fist which Bruce blocked with his forearm and then countered by punching quickly slamming his fist into the biker's nose, then the side of his head, and then the other side of his head with the other fist. Bruce watched the biker drop to the ground.
"Fuckin' dropped." Bruce quickly blurted out before the other biker tried to kick him. Bruce quickly grabbed his leg. "Fucking got ya now." Bruce melodically sung as he slammed his fist into the biker's jaw and kicked him in the stomach, sending him to the ground.
Bruce looked over to his side and saw the big guy getting back up. "Eat the fucking ground." Bruce cussed as he kicked the big biker to the side of his baldy head. Bruce watched him drop back to the ground but he knew he would be back up soon, so he stomped on the big biker's face with full force, breaking the biker's nose, knocking him out cold.
Bruce turned back around to face the biker with the pool cue, he looked young and he could see the fear in his eyes. "You should run... Now." Bruce stated as he glared at the young man.
He then smiled when he saw him shake but still stood in the same place he was when the fight started, he got a devious idea. Bruce slowly walked towards him, quietly, and then suddenly jumped forward and shouted "FUCKING RUN!" which is exactly what the biker with the pool cue did.
Bruce laughed as he watched the tough young biker guy run away, that's when he noticed the group that was watching him. 'Who the fuck are those guys? Eh. Probably just trainers or some shit.' He thought to himself as he walked back into the bar.
Richard, Tera, Kiara and Owen all looked at the downed bloody bruised men. Owen was sure that he had the right guy. "Follow me." Owen instructed as he walked into the bar, the others following closely behind.
They found themselves inside an empty tavern, some of the tables and chairs were overturned and broken, the only people inside the tavern were Bruce who was sitting on a high chair at the bar, and a man talking to him behind the bar.
Bruce downed what remained in the bottle of vodka and looked over to Dan the bartender who was now looking behind Bruce. "Let me guess, the big guy is back for more." Bruce groaned.
"No, there's a group walking over your way though." Dan informed as his eyes went over the mysterious group.
Bruce looked behind him as his hand went over to the vodka bottle, ready to use it as a weapon.
Owen could see this man was ready to attack, so he quickly explained everything. "Bruce, my name is Owen and we need you on our team. Silas is going to launch an invasion, and I need the best to stop that from happening. That's you."
Bruce just grunted and shot back, "Not interested."
Owen knew that would be his reaction, but he knew how to convince him to come along. "If you come along and complete the mission, you'll be rewarded with a large sum of money." Owen persuaded.
This caught Bruce's attention. "Hmm, I still think I need a little more convincing." He said, he was interested to see just far he would go to get him on his team.
Owen's eyes went over to the different vodka bottles scattered around where he was drinking at. "You'll also get a life time supply of vodka." He added to his previous statement; intriguing the alcoholic man in front of him.
Bruce suddenly shot up right in his chair, slammed his fist down into the bar's counter and enthusiastically yelled, "Sign me up!"
Owen wasn't actually expecting him to agree just like that, but he wasn't complaining. "Come with us." He stated.
Bruce didn't know if he was telling the truth, but he didn't really care anyway. Bruce unsteadily got out of his chair and followed the people he knew nothing about. 'What could possibly go wrong here?' his sarcastic voice asked himself in his head.
5 minutes later...
Bruce was sitting in the back of the car, facing the two Pokemon and the man with the faux hawk. Owen had given him some kind of translator, and he was eager to try it out.
He looked at the Glaceon, Owen had said that he was gathering the best, or that's what he told him. "Hey, agent guy. If you're gathering the best then what's the creepy pale blue rat doing here?" As soon as Bruce said this, Kiara shot him a look that could intimidate a Machamp.
"And what is a drunken ape like this doing around here?" Kiara said with venom in her voice.
Bruce had a devious smirk on his face. "Oh, mouthy are we?" He replied with a cocky tone.
Kiara frowned at him, she could tell that this man was going to get under her skin; she could already imagine herself freezing him solid and biting down into his frozen corpse. "Just shut up, and I won't freeze you to death." She angrily threatened.
Bruce enjoyed the hatred in her voice; it made him want to fight. "I'd like to see you try." He provoked as visions of him grabbing the Glaceon and giving her a good solid headbutt ran through his mind.
Bruce's cocky tone got to Kiara more than anything else. "I'd like to see you try stopping me." She shot back with a very serious look on her face.
Bruce could see just how much he was irritating her, he wanted her to attack him, and he wanted another challenging exhilarating fight after the disappointing one with the bikers. Bruce leaned forward in his seat and added, "Bah. I seriously doubt that you could even scratch me."
Kiara looked down to his neck; she resisted the urge to sink her teeth into his flesh. "Sit back in your seat; I'm beginning to smell the alcohol on your breath." She snappily replied.
Richard and Tera watched awkwardly as Kiara and Bruce exchanged looks of hatred and anger.
Owen could hear the hate in their voices, if this carried on then it seemed like they would rip each other apart. "Calm down you two, you're no good to us dead." He told them.
Owen's words fell on deaf ears.
Bruce stared at the Glaceon. 'She is really pissed!' He thought to himself. Bruce didn't hate her, he just loved conflict.
Kiara stared at Bruce as if she was staring into his soul, just being around him irritated her.
5 minutes later...
The car stopped, they were now in Vermillion outside of Bruce's house. There was a strong military presence around the area; soldiers in black and grayish digital camouflage uniforms were everywhere, paroling the streets, carrying their M16 assault rifles in their hands.
They had stopped them on the way into the city, but the commander stationed there seemed to recognize Owen, and let them pass freely.
Bruce climbed out of the car with the military backpack Owen had given him, he was told to pack everything he needs. Bruce closed the car door behind him and walked over to his house which had about a hundred bullet holes in it.
Bruce searched around in his pockets for his house keys. 'Ah, where the fuck are ya little bastards? Aha, there you are!' "FUCK!" He shouted out loud, drawing the attention of some passing by soldiers.
He quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket to look at the small bleeding cut on his index finger. "What the fuck is in my pocket?" He said to himself as he reached in his pocket a second time and pulled out a small shard of glass which he then tossed to the floor and stomped on.
"Fucker." He said as he searched around in his pocket again for his keys. 'Gotcha.' He thought as he pulled out his keys and finally unlocked his front door.
Kiara watched as the most irritating person she had ever met walked into his house. "You know, we could just drive away." Kiara suggested.
Owen was tempted, but the mission came first, not personal preferences. "I know we could, but we still need him." He sighed.
Somehow, Kiara knew he would say that. "But why? Sure he's a good fighter but... Just look! I don't even think he will be any use to us!" She exclaimed as her paw pointed towards the open door of the house and at Bruce who seemed to be downing a whole bottle of vodka.
Bruce dropped the now empty vodka bottle on the floor and made his way over to the kitchen, but not before stopping a second to look over to his smashed window with a M16 assault rifle below it and bullet casings scattered around it.
"Twats." He said as he thought about the slavers that he shot and killed just a few weeks ago.
Blood everywhere and him smiling as he castrated them.
Bruce snapped out of his rather enjoyable daydream of splattering their heads open with bullets and moved into the kitchen to grab what he needed.
He opened the fridge and said, "Hello there my little beauties." as he grabbed various different drinks and stuffed them into his backpack.
Owen, Kiara, Richard and Tera were still waiting in the car for Bruce. Kiara thought about how every second wasted on waiting could be time they could have spent driving away from Bruce, the rough, alcoholic, annoying human. She hated almost everything about him.
Owen was now just staring at the steering wheel now in front of him, and then a familiar voice rang in his ear.
"Owen, update on your weapon pickup. They'll be given to you by a man called Peter who will be waiting for you near somewhere on route 11. He'll be the person with the red bandana, standing besides a black van." The feminine voice informed him.
"Gotcha." Owen responded quietly.
Bruce had cleared his kitchen of anything alcoholic, the drinks clunked around in his backpack when he lifted it up to put it on. He was about to leave, but he felt like he was missing something.
His eyes went over to the window and over to the assault rifle, it wasn't that, it was already broken beyond repair.
'What the fuck am I missing?' his voice growled in his head, then his eyes went over to the table next to the window, and found what he was looking for.
Bruce walked over to the table that had magazines for the assault rifle, most were empty and some were full but that wasn't what he was looking for, it was the small blue teddy bear next to them.
It brought him both happy and awful memories, and he took it with him. He didn't know why he took it, but he thought that it was probably better if he didn't think about it.
Bruce walked out of the house, not bothering to close the door behind him. He climbed back into the car, closed the door behind him and looked over to the Glaceon who had a more than pissed off expression on her face.
"What?" he asked as he took off his backpack loaded with alcohol which made a glassy clunk noise as he placed it on the floor.
Kiara's eyes went to the backpack. "What have you got in there?" She asked curiously yet still keeping her angry tone.
"Booze, now stop staring at me with those big bug eyes." Bruce replied.
Kiara sighed. "Are you going to be a drunken jackass all the way through this mission?" She questioned.
"Hey, I've been a drunken jackass for the past couple of years, why should I stop now?" Bruce happily said.
Kiara had nothing more to say to the man in front of her, nothing pleasant anyway.
Richard and Tera felt like they could cut the tension in the air with a knife. But, what fun would that be?
Owen drove on towards Route 11, although he wasn't looking forward to giving Bruce a gun. Rule number 1 : Don't give a drunk, a weapon that can kill.
2 minutes later.
The car arrived at Route 11 and stopped besides a man; who, coincidentally was leaning against a black van. The man was wearing a red bandana, a red shirt and dark blue jeans. Owen had not yet told Richard or Bruce they were going to get guns.
Bruce looked over to the man besides the black van outside. "Who's the guy with the bandana?" Bruce asked.
"He's going to give us guns, which is all you need to know." Owen replied.
Bruce didn't like his tone, he didn't like Owen. "Don't give me that secretive bullshit." Bruce angrily said. 'I don't mind that blue rat but this agent guy, he's a dick.' He thought to himself.
Owen ignored what he had to say and his only reply was, "Follow me." He stated as he got out of the car.
Richard, Tera, Kiara and Bruce followed Owen who stepped in front of the man in the red bandana and asked, "Peter?"
The man nodded and replied, "I've got your guns, you should each take two, a primary and a secondary weapon. I also have a selection of other weapons too."
Bruce looked over to the man who was now trying to open up the back of his van. "I bet this is going to cost a shitload of money." Bruce added.
The man looked back at him and said, "Actually this wont cost you a thing, the government is paying for your guns. Whoever you guys are going, the government must really want them dead."
The van's door unlocked and 'Peter' opened them to reveal a varied arsenal of weapons. "Take what you want." Peter told them.
Bruce almost drooled over the sight; guns, guns, everywhere and with many a bullets to spare.
He was the first one to step up to the van to get his guns. His eyes went over the guns. 'M16, AK-47, Combat Shotgun... I'm taking that shit!' Bruce thought to himself as he grabbed the combat shotgun, a 9mm semi-auto pistol that came with a leg holster and a machete that came with a sheathe that could be slung around to his back, along with the combat shotgun. He also grabbed some shells for the shotgun and clips for the pistol.
Richard was the second to step up to the van and he immediately found what he was looking for. He grabbed a MP5 submachine gun, he knew there were better guns there but he worked better with that gun.
He felt its weight in his hands, it reminded him of his days as a mercenary, the MP5 and the 9mm semi-auto pistol were the tools of his trade and they saved many peoples lives, as well as ending them.
He then remembered why he wanted to stop being a mercenary, he wondered what would make working for Owen any different than being a mercenary, but he remembered that this time, it wasn't just some random mission, this mission was one to save lives.
Richard put all those thoughts out of his mind as he walked over back to Tera as he slung the MP5 around his back and strapped the holster the pistol was in around his right leg.
Owen was the last to pick his gun, a chrome 9mm semi-auto pistol with an attached silencer. He didn't want to pick anything else; he thought that it would just make him more of a target.
Owen then walked back over to the group; he could see Bruce with a overjoyed look on his face, and Kiara looking a lot less pleased. He then looked over to Richard who had a concerned look on his face; he guessed that Richard was concerned for the safety of his partner.
Tera's eyes went to the guns that Richard now had, she hoped that he wouldn't have to use them anytime soon.
Peter, the man with the red bandana closed the back doors of his van, locked them and then got into his van without saying a word.
Owen was about to open his car door, his hand was on the handle but then the familiar voice rang in his ear again.
"Owen, I have some bad news." The familiar female voice begun.
"Hit me." Owen responded.
"Suspected members of the black vipers have been sighted around Vermillion City, they may be planning another attack. You have orders to track down these suspected members around the City, and watch them." She added.
Everyone looked confused as Owen held his hand to his ear. Richard shot a look at Tera, who shrugged. Bruce took out a small bottle of whiskey and a shot glass from his vest and poured himself a glass. Kiara looked disgusted as she watched him down it all.
"Kanto has given you and your team full clearance around the City, so the soldiers shouldn't be a problem. I'll update you on the suspects as soon as you reenter the City. Brief your team and head out." The female voice informed as it crackled out.
Owen turned to the group he had built up. "I've just got our orders for our first mission, Silas' elites are somewhere inside Vermillion, and we have to stop them from whatever they are about to do." Owen told them all.
Richard's head immediately turned to Owen when he mentioned Silas' elite force, the black vipers. Richard had heard of them, they were said to be trained by Silas himself by coming with him on almost certain death missions.
Richard had heard that the training or selection process kills more than 90% of the candidates, which meant that the people who actually become black vipers are deadly survivors.
Tera could see that something was wrong, Richard had that worried look on his face, the same worried look he had when he approached those men that attacked them, the same look he had when he fought those slavers, and his father.
"What's wrong?" Tera concernedly asked. Richard looked back over to Tera and replied, "Nothing just... Just stay close to me, okay?"
Tera knew that something bad was going to happen, but she also knew that Richard will protect her, and she'll protect him. "Okay." Tera told him. She took his hand and held onto it.
Bruce looked over to Owen. "Wait a sec, you JUST got orders? Where from?" Bruce asked with suspicion.
Owen knew that someone would ask eventually, he was just surprised that the first person to notice was a drunken ass, but apparently a observant drunken ass.
"I received the orders from my contact; she contacts me through my earpiece. Now let's go." Owen commanded as he entered his car.
2 minutes later...
They were all once again in the big bulky car, heading back to Vermillion City.
Bruce couldn't stop thinking about blowing some slaver's head clean off with a single blast to the face with his new gun, but there was something else on his mind too.
'Man, why the fuck does my back sting so much?' He thought to himself as he brought his hand to his back. Bruce put his hand down the back of his T-shirt and felt numerous cuts and scrapes.
'How the... Wait. That big fucking wanker cut my back when he threw me through the fucking window!' He angrily thought to himself. 'I hope I kicked some of that twat's fucking teeth out!' He thought as he looked at the blood on his fingers, one of the cuts had reopened its self.
Kiara watched as Bruce looked at the blood on his fingers. 'Is he bleeding?' Kiara thought to herself.
Richard could see him looking at the blood on his fingers. "You're bleeding; do you need someone to take a look at you?" Richard asked. This man seemed like an ass, but Richard still saw him as a teammate.
It wasn't like this was the first time Richard had to work with someone loud and annoying.
"It's just a scratch, it'll heal." Bruce replied.
Richard just left it at that, he knew that if he insisted he would just end up annoying him.
Bruce didn't like the agent or the Glaceon, but he didn't know what to make of the Lucario and the man with the faux hawk.
Bruce put all thoughts out of his head as he tried to get comfortable in his seat, a hard thing to do when you have a combat shotgun and a machete behind your cut up back. It was times like these that Bruce was glad he drinks a lot, it helps with the pain.
Richard went back to looking out of the window again; they were beginning to enter Vermillion again. He could see soldiers patrolling the area and bombed and burned buildings, he wondered if anyone besides Bruce actually still lived in this City.
Tera looked out of the window too; it saddened her to think about the lives lost at this place, how many clans had been torn apart.
The car soon came to a stop, just outside of the local gym.
Bruce suddenly realized something. "Hey, agent guy. Wont these soldiers do something about the guns we're carrying?"
Owen was surprised the drunk asked such relevant questions. "No, they know about our presence here, they won't do a thing." Owen reassured the team as he climbed out of the car.
Owen looked around him as the specialist team he had built up stepped out of the car and the familiar voice rang in his ear again. "Owen, there's something wrong here. Get your team out of the City ASAP!" The voice ordered.
"But wait, I thought you said the-" Owen was cut off by a loud explosion and the sound of gunfire and shouting soldiers.
The group ducked down, taking cover besides the heavily armored vehicle.
The three male humans armed themselves, Richard with his MP5, Bruce with his combat shotgun and Owen with his silenced 9mm pistol.
Tera stayed close to Richard, just like he asked.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bruce shouted out over the gunfire and shouts as he got ready to blast someone in the face with his shotgun.
Nobody responded, they just looked around for the shooters. Richard was the first one to lean out of cover, to see what was going on. He saw soldiers running and firing down a street, but he couldn't see who they were firing at.
The soldiers seemed to drop like flies, clutching their wounds as the bled out on the floor, who ever was shooting at them was accurate, and deadly. Soon, there were only four soldiers left. One of the soldiers shouted out something that he couldn't hear, but he guessed it was the order to retreat.
The soldiers ran, but three more got gunned down, including the soldier that ordered the retreat. The last soldier ran towards the armored car they were taking cover behind, Richard knew that if they didn't cover him, that soldier may die as well. "COVER HIM!" Richard shouted out as he stood up and aimed his gun down the street.
Owen and Bruce instinctively did the same, and Tera stood by Richard, charging a powerful aura sphere.
The soldier stopped in his tracks for a second when he saw the well armed group, he thought they were going to gun him down, until the man with the shotgun shouted, "Get the fuck over here before they shoot your ass off!"
The young soldier sprinted over to the group and ducked down behind their vehicle.
Although the soldier was now safe with them, they didn't take their eyes off the street that now had dead soldiers littering it.
Richard and Tera stood completely still as they waited for something to happen, something that they would have to be ready for. The wait was killing them, every second felt agonizing, like they were waiting for their own execution. They were both frightened but they hid it, for both their sakes.
The soldier with the black beret who survived now lifted up his sniper rifle and aimed it at the same street he had come from.
They waited there for over 30 seconds, and nothing happened.
Richard looked around the roof tops of nearby houses, windows too, that's when he noticed something glinting from one of the windows, he instantly knew what it was, and it scared the shit out of him.
"SNIPER!" Richard shouted out as he pulled Tera back down into the cover of the armored car. Just half a second after he did this, a bullet zoomed in their direction, thankfully passing overhead. The rest of the group, including the soldier, instantly ducked down into cover, apart from Bruce who shot twice over in the direction of the sniper before ducking into cover.
Richard's and Tera's hearts raced, they almost lost each other, and they both knew it.
Bruce looked around at the group before noticing something. "Where's the rat?" He shouted.
Everybody looked around for Kiara, excluding the soldier.
Bruce didn't particularly like her, but he didn't want her dead. "Shit! We have to find her!" Bruce said before hearing a man's screams coming from the direction of the sniper.
"What the fuck was that?" Bruce asked as he quickly leaned out of cover before quickly going back into cover. Bruce wanted to know what was going on, but he knew it wasn't worth getting his head shot off.
The group waited in silence, until they heard Kiara calling out to them, yelling, "I got him!"
Bruce looked back to the group with a confused look on his face. 'No... No fucking way.' Bruce thought to himself as he quickly leaned out of cover to see Kiara now standing in the window the sniper was in.
Kiara quickly ran back over to the group to tell them what she had seen. "That one is dead but there are more." She told them.
Richard didn't like this at all, this place just felt like a death trap. "How many more?" Richard asked.
"I don't know, maybe fifty?" Kiara answered.
Richard looked over to the solder that was still scanning the area with his eyes; he could see his rank was first class private. "Soldier, how many of you were stationed down here?" Richard asked
"About fifty, but most of them were killed in the explosion and... Well the only other survivors were with me." The soldier reported as he looked back over to the dead bodies of his fallen squad mates.
Richard wondered why they would only send fifty, but he didn't want to discuss it right now. "We have to get out of here, now." Richard suggested.
Owen knew Richard was right; it was too risky to try to fight them off. "Let's get out of here."
Everybody climbed into the car, even the soldier which nobody objected to.
Owen wanted to get out of here as fast as possible so he floored the accelerator and made for the nearest exit out of Vermillion. Before they knew it, bullets were ricocheting off the vehicle and its bullet proof glass.
Owen tried his best to stay out of their line of fire but he couldn't even see them most of the time, fortunately, it appeared that Silas' men didn't have time to block off the exits. Soon they were out of the city, and out of reach of Silas' men.
Richard and Tera looked at each other, their hearts still beating rapidly. They hugged each other, happy that they were both alive and well. Richard never wanted to let go of her, and she didn't want to let go of him.
Tears formed in Tera's eyes, she came so close to losing him again. She was terrified that this would happen again, only next time they wouldn't be so lucky.
Richard rubbed her back as he heard her sobbing lightly, he regretted taking on this mission. So far, it was going bad.