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Enemies, what fun
Leo laid down in the dumpster doing his best not to spill his pancake breakfast. He laid perfectly still as the angry mob raged by in there pursuit of him. He sighed in relief as their footsteps faded into the distance. He pulled a rotting banana peel of his shoulder as he stepped out tof dumpster. Unfortunatly his foot caught the lip of the dumpster as he was exiting his smelly coffin. He flailed his arms uselessly as he fell flat on his face. Sighing again he stood up to now brush dirt off his body.
"You've lost your edge 02234. I expected more of the only experiment to escape the institute." Leo snapped his head towards shadows of the alley where he hid, dropping into a fighting stance. He didn't recognize the voice, but anyone who used his experiment number was trouble sent directly from the place he hated. He lost his patience and fired a thundershock into the shadows. The man had no choice but enter the light.
Leo gasped. "Your another experiment from the institute." The man was mostly covered by a black threnchcoat and a low-brimmed hat, but Leo could see his jaw, black as the darkest night, was plastered with a disturbingly wide grin.
The half-breed bowed low. "Experiment 02235, your superior. I must say that I am pleased to meet you. Drop your fighting stance, I'm under strict orders not to harm you." Leo doesn't relax for a second. He knows that if you don't assume the ultimatum, that you will be caught by the unexpected.
He wanted some questions answered, but he knew that 02235 would likely not know anything. "Well 02235, I want to talk to YOUR superiors. Would you mind tossing your earpiece?" 02235 doesn't hesitate for a moment. He removes the earpiece and throws it to Leo. Without thinking twice, he puts it in and begins talking.
"Hello, Silph. I thought I wouldn't have to deal you anymore. What is the news?" He knew to expect the monotone voice which always spoke to the experiments.
"You are to return to base immediatly. We sent experiment 02235 to escort you back. If you don't go peacefully we have... alternative methods. An extraction team will be at your location in 30 seconds. Don't run. It will be easier this way. You now have 20-"
Leo threw down the communicator and stamped it out of existence. He then turned to 02235 with rage burning in his eyes.
Giving the other anthro a large middle fonger he exclaimed, "This is what I want you to tell Silph." With that he took an immense leap and bounded up to one of the buildings nearest him and took off running. Sighing, 02235 pulled out a spare comm device and told the company.
"He ran again." Sigh.
Leo didn't slow when he didn't hear any sign of persuit. As always, he knew better. He was headed for the boundaries of the city. If a fight was to start he didn't want innocents caught in the cross-fire. He had more than enough unnecasarry blood on his hands. He sprinted silently, occasionly leaping over the gap between houses. He knew that he wouldn't avoid the humans chasing him forever with their helicopters and cars, damn technology. In the midst of his thoughts he isn't wathcing his feet, letting instinct guide him over the roofs. He really shouldn't have been surprised when his foot got caught in a pile of sticky roofing tar. As he flew to the ground with the momentum of his running behind him his mind made him bring up his arms in defense. He landed with a sickening crunch as his wrists were broken upon impact. He continued to the roof unheaded. His breath left him with a whoosh as his chest comtacted the roof. He lay dazed for a moment letting his breath come back to him. Leo decided to fantasize for that Silph was lying and that there was no one coming for him. He could just close his eyes, and relax...
The chopping of helicoptor blades forced his eyes open. Rolling onto to his back, he looked behind him as a dark smudge came into view. Groaning, he forced himself to stand and continue running. The helicopter was getting closer and he was still a mile from city limits. Charging electricity into his legs, he poured on the speed trying to get beyond the buildings before he began getting shot at. Seeing the drop off symbolizing the end of his runway of buildings he took a mighty leap and landed on the soft grass of the plains outside Oakridge. Despite the soft landing, his wrists jolting slightly causing him to cringe as he got up to run again. He could see a small hill rising out of the landscape. Leo knew it was know that he had to make a stand. He climbed to the top of the hill and laid down. He instantly regretted the dark clothes given to him by Terra. They didn't exactly blend in with the sandy prarie grasses. He pressed himself to the earth as heard the helicopter come into earshot. He braced himself as through the ground he felt the landings of feet on soil, signifying the touch down of troops. He shuddered as the sensation continued for nearly a minute. There were a lot of troops to deal with.
"First squad fan out to the North. Second to the East, third to to the South, and fourth to the West." A load voice shouted into the calm. Leo assumed he was the commander, due to the, well, commanding. He knew the best way to throw off their coardination would be to scatter one of the squads and disable the commander. He could hear and feel the approache of the squad sent his direction. His timing had to be perfect. The crunche of dried grass got louder as the troops continued their search. Leo's heart skipped a beat when he heard them stop suddenly and then a single man walked ahead.
"Shut your mouths. Sergeant, come here. What is that dark spot in the grass?" Asked the first man, presumably the squad leader.
"It just looks like some dark dirt Sir." Replied the sergeant.
"Switch to thermal just in case." Leo heard a soft click as the visors in the troops' helmets switched to thermal viewing. "Wait a sec, general what is that?"
At this point Leo was prepared. He jumped from the ground a mere six inches from the lead grunt. He had only enough time take a quick glance at the soldiers' armor. They completly covered from head to toe in a metallic silver metal. It had defined plates on the shoulders, chest, arms, legs and stomach. Infront of their eyes was a gold face mask, seemingly of the same type of material. The strange armor seemed to move with the soldiers as they jumped back from the heat signiture that suddenly sprang from the ground. That was all the reaction Leo allowed them before quickly knocking the first unconcious and severly paralyzing the others. He then dropped back to the ground, confident no one had seen him. The assault had taken no more then two seconds. He lifted his head slightly to get a view of his surroundings, careful to keep his long ears low. About a hundred feet away he could see the landed helicopter with a man in the same armor, but his was all gold except for the face mask which was silver. The commanding officer was speaking into a com device in his helmet.
"Third squad come in. Are you there? Dammit, all squads change course to the South. Third squad isn't responding. The target is here." Leo didn't want the whole platoon descending upon him so he quickly snuck his way within ten feet of the gold grunt. When the soldier turned his back Leo lunged. To his great surprise, the soldier blocked the kick coming to his head, deflected it, and countered it with a punch to the stomach. Leo easily pulled the man off balance and hit him in the head knocking him unconscious, but he was startled at the initial reaction time and strength of the human. With their leader lying on the ground unconscious, Leo climbed inside the helicopter and "borrowed" it for his escape. The other soldiers began to shout when the helicoptor's blades began to spin in preperation for lift off. But without their commander they didn't know how to react. They became even more frantic as they saw Leo waving good bye from inside the cockpit. Leo chuckled to himself as they began to shrink with altitude, their frantic circles making them look like ants. His mood instantly shadowed as he saw the gold soldier standing. Imagine his surprise when he noticed a rocket launcher mounted on his shoulder.
Now why the hell is he awake already, and where in hell did he get that, He thought to himself as he violently pulled the helicopter to the side, narrowly avoiding the first missle. He was not so lucky as to avoid the second though, which caught his tail. Already at over four-hundred feet, he began to spin violently. He used what he knew about piloting, which happened to be a lot, to control the helicoptor away from the field of soldiers. If not for his substantial height, he would not have been able to get very far. He estimated that he would make maybe a mile before he crashed. He didn't know whether he would survive or not, but he sure as hell wouldn't know until he tried. He felt a strange calm as he sat in the glow of flashing red lights, strangly deaf to warning sirens. He saw the ground fly at him, he felt the helicopter suddenly stop, he heard the glass shatter as he flew threw it, he tasted the ground as he made contact with it, but through all this chaos he heard nothing as unconsiousness enveloped him in the gentle embrace of peace. He closed his eyes to the fire around him and barely noticed the explosion as the heli fuel tanks caught fire. He was just glad to sleep...Chapter End Notes:Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be out tomorrow at 2-ish. Again I apologize for the perspective change
"You've lost your edge 02234. I expected more of the only experiment to escape the institute." Leo snapped his head towards shadows of the alley where he hid, dropping into a fighting stance. He didn't recognize the voice, but anyone who used his experiment number was trouble sent directly from the place he hated. He lost his patience and fired a thundershock into the shadows. The man had no choice but enter the light.
Leo gasped. "Your another experiment from the institute." The man was mostly covered by a black threnchcoat and a low-brimmed hat, but Leo could see his jaw, black as the darkest night, was plastered with a disturbingly wide grin.
The half-breed bowed low. "Experiment 02235, your superior. I must say that I am pleased to meet you. Drop your fighting stance, I'm under strict orders not to harm you." Leo doesn't relax for a second. He knows that if you don't assume the ultimatum, that you will be caught by the unexpected.
He wanted some questions answered, but he knew that 02235 would likely not know anything. "Well 02235, I want to talk to YOUR superiors. Would you mind tossing your earpiece?" 02235 doesn't hesitate for a moment. He removes the earpiece and throws it to Leo. Without thinking twice, he puts it in and begins talking.
"Hello, Silph. I thought I wouldn't have to deal you anymore. What is the news?" He knew to expect the monotone voice which always spoke to the experiments.
"You are to return to base immediatly. We sent experiment 02235 to escort you back. If you don't go peacefully we have... alternative methods. An extraction team will be at your location in 30 seconds. Don't run. It will be easier this way. You now have 20-"
Leo threw down the communicator and stamped it out of existence. He then turned to 02235 with rage burning in his eyes.
Giving the other anthro a large middle fonger he exclaimed, "This is what I want you to tell Silph." With that he took an immense leap and bounded up to one of the buildings nearest him and took off running. Sighing, 02235 pulled out a spare comm device and told the company.
"He ran again." Sigh.
Leo didn't slow when he didn't hear any sign of persuit. As always, he knew better. He was headed for the boundaries of the city. If a fight was to start he didn't want innocents caught in the cross-fire. He had more than enough unnecasarry blood on his hands. He sprinted silently, occasionly leaping over the gap between houses. He knew that he wouldn't avoid the humans chasing him forever with their helicopters and cars, damn technology. In the midst of his thoughts he isn't wathcing his feet, letting instinct guide him over the roofs. He really shouldn't have been surprised when his foot got caught in a pile of sticky roofing tar. As he flew to the ground with the momentum of his running behind him his mind made him bring up his arms in defense. He landed with a sickening crunch as his wrists were broken upon impact. He continued to the roof unheaded. His breath left him with a whoosh as his chest comtacted the roof. He lay dazed for a moment letting his breath come back to him. Leo decided to fantasize for that Silph was lying and that there was no one coming for him. He could just close his eyes, and relax...
The chopping of helicoptor blades forced his eyes open. Rolling onto to his back, he looked behind him as a dark smudge came into view. Groaning, he forced himself to stand and continue running. The helicopter was getting closer and he was still a mile from city limits. Charging electricity into his legs, he poured on the speed trying to get beyond the buildings before he began getting shot at. Seeing the drop off symbolizing the end of his runway of buildings he took a mighty leap and landed on the soft grass of the plains outside Oakridge. Despite the soft landing, his wrists jolting slightly causing him to cringe as he got up to run again. He could see a small hill rising out of the landscape. Leo knew it was know that he had to make a stand. He climbed to the top of the hill and laid down. He instantly regretted the dark clothes given to him by Terra. They didn't exactly blend in with the sandy prarie grasses. He pressed himself to the earth as heard the helicopter come into earshot. He braced himself as through the ground he felt the landings of feet on soil, signifying the touch down of troops. He shuddered as the sensation continued for nearly a minute. There were a lot of troops to deal with.
"First squad fan out to the North. Second to the East, third to to the South, and fourth to the West." A load voice shouted into the calm. Leo assumed he was the commander, due to the, well, commanding. He knew the best way to throw off their coardination would be to scatter one of the squads and disable the commander. He could hear and feel the approache of the squad sent his direction. His timing had to be perfect. The crunche of dried grass got louder as the troops continued their search. Leo's heart skipped a beat when he heard them stop suddenly and then a single man walked ahead.
"Shut your mouths. Sergeant, come here. What is that dark spot in the grass?" Asked the first man, presumably the squad leader.
"It just looks like some dark dirt Sir." Replied the sergeant.
"Switch to thermal just in case." Leo heard a soft click as the visors in the troops' helmets switched to thermal viewing. "Wait a sec, general what is that?"
At this point Leo was prepared. He jumped from the ground a mere six inches from the lead grunt. He had only enough time take a quick glance at the soldiers' armor. They completly covered from head to toe in a metallic silver metal. It had defined plates on the shoulders, chest, arms, legs and stomach. Infront of their eyes was a gold face mask, seemingly of the same type of material. The strange armor seemed to move with the soldiers as they jumped back from the heat signiture that suddenly sprang from the ground. That was all the reaction Leo allowed them before quickly knocking the first unconcious and severly paralyzing the others. He then dropped back to the ground, confident no one had seen him. The assault had taken no more then two seconds. He lifted his head slightly to get a view of his surroundings, careful to keep his long ears low. About a hundred feet away he could see the landed helicopter with a man in the same armor, but his was all gold except for the face mask which was silver. The commanding officer was speaking into a com device in his helmet.
"Third squad come in. Are you there? Dammit, all squads change course to the South. Third squad isn't responding. The target is here." Leo didn't want the whole platoon descending upon him so he quickly snuck his way within ten feet of the gold grunt. When the soldier turned his back Leo lunged. To his great surprise, the soldier blocked the kick coming to his head, deflected it, and countered it with a punch to the stomach. Leo easily pulled the man off balance and hit him in the head knocking him unconscious, but he was startled at the initial reaction time and strength of the human. With their leader lying on the ground unconscious, Leo climbed inside the helicopter and "borrowed" it for his escape. The other soldiers began to shout when the helicoptor's blades began to spin in preperation for lift off. But without their commander they didn't know how to react. They became even more frantic as they saw Leo waving good bye from inside the cockpit. Leo chuckled to himself as they began to shrink with altitude, their frantic circles making them look like ants. His mood instantly shadowed as he saw the gold soldier standing. Imagine his surprise when he noticed a rocket launcher mounted on his shoulder.
Now why the hell is he awake already, and where in hell did he get that, He thought to himself as he violently pulled the helicopter to the side, narrowly avoiding the first missle. He was not so lucky as to avoid the second though, which caught his tail. Already at over four-hundred feet, he began to spin violently. He used what he knew about piloting, which happened to be a lot, to control the helicoptor away from the field of soldiers. If not for his substantial height, he would not have been able to get very far. He estimated that he would make maybe a mile before he crashed. He didn't know whether he would survive or not, but he sure as hell wouldn't know until he tried. He felt a strange calm as he sat in the glow of flashing red lights, strangly deaf to warning sirens. He saw the ground fly at him, he felt the helicopter suddenly stop, he heard the glass shatter as he flew threw it, he tasted the ground as he made contact with it, but through all this chaos he heard nothing as unconsiousness enveloped him in the gentle embrace of peace. He closed his eyes to the fire around him and barely noticed the explosion as the heli fuel tanks caught fire. He was just glad to sleep...Chapter End Notes:Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be out tomorrow at 2-ish. Again I apologize for the perspective change