Rapido!

Chapter 8

Octavio sat on the couch in his little cubby spot on the dropship. It was pretty plain considering he was in a coma the last few months and didn't think to decorate it. The familiar bumping and jolting of the ship made Octavio think of the last time he was here. He scoffed at the thought of how people thought he was a coward and tried to run, even though he didn't.

T-minus 5 minutes until drop.

He sighed, it was time to prove himself.

Teams will now be assigned:

Octavio was assigned with Elliot and Gibraltar. He walked over,

"Ready to kick some ass amigos?"

"Gibraltar's gonna win it!"

Elliot leaned over to Octavio, "Why does he always talk in the third person?"

Octavio smiled and rolled his eyes, then took his position on the platform. He looked over at Natile and saw she was already looking at him, he nodded and she waved and looked away. He did the same and tried to focus on the game but it was hard. He kept thinking about Natilie and wanting to know her better. He felt like he was failing at that at this point. They didn't exactly get much time to just hang out and talk.

Arrived... prepare for drop.

The Arena looked the same, only Octavio noticed it gained a few POI's... he quickly scanned the area surrounding those spots and prepared to drop.

"Whata you say we go here?" Elliot pointed to 3 identical storage buildings.

"Si! Let's do it!" Octavio shook his body a little to warm up... they didn't heat up the arena since last time. "Non terre plus ultra!" he shouted as they jumped. The familiar feel of the wind whipping past him, the cold air almost stung his lungs. The adrenaline rush. He loved this feeling. They neared the landing point and he felt that daredevil feeling again, staring death in the face. He pulled up and his jetpack kicked in, a smooth landing followed.

"Alright bruddas! Lets loot up! Haha!" Gibraltar ran off to one of the buildings.

Octavio ran into the third building and saw a RE-45 auto pistol on the ground. He got there at the same time as Bangalore... she threw a fist at him and hit him. Hard.

"Yooooow!" Octavio howled, "That hurt!" He threw two quick punches at Bangalore, catching her off guard and landing both. They kept trading hits, but she was more skilled in hand to hand combat than him. She got used to blocking the punches faster, and effectively. He knew one more punch would be it for him, so he jumped back and slid for the RE-45. He grabbed it, cocked the slide, and fired in one quick movement. Bangalore, not ready for that speed, stared wide eyed at him while knocked down on the ground.

"A fair fight," she grunted, "Do it quick."

Octavio shook his head, "Nah... I'm not a jerk like those other legends. Soldado de buena suerte." He ran off to loot some more. "Got one down guys."

"Got one here too." Elliot replied

"I'm down bruddas!" Gibraltar shouted.

"Really man?!" Elliot rolled his eyes as he approached Octavio, "I thought you were the best."

No sound followed as he was taken out of the game. They searched for who got him but couldn't find them.

"They should really make it so you can bring back teammates!" Elliot said, waving his hands.

"Si amigo, that would be epic."

They looted up some more and the banners lit up as they were leaving: