The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 59

"Are you ready, boys?" Fang's voice rang out over the junkyard. Vyper glanced at Sentinel, who nodded.

"Of course we are," Vyper said out loud to no one in particular. They didn't have comms in this time, to simulate a worst case scenario. They didn't usually practice like this before missions, but with so many of Fang's friends being willing to help, how could they not? It was practically a game by this point.

"Good!" Fang's voice, amplified by a megaphone again, sounded off again like he knew that Vyper had answered him. "Let's get this started then!"

As the echoes of Fang's voice faded out, the lights in the junkyard started cutting out one at a time. Vyper shot Sentinel a grin, which the kid returned as they were plunged into darkness. They were alone, cut off, and unfamiliar with the territory. Every person they could run into was the enemy, and they were supposed to find the rest of the team without getting captured or "killed". 

"Alright kid, you take point." Vyper said. He had the additional task of seeing how well Sentinel did in the lead with no resources other than what was on his back. His senses were as sharp as they could be, but were his instincts?

"The others are in the center, right?" Sentinel took a few steps ahead and cocked his head, listening. Everyone else here was out looking for the two of them, but they didn't know where they had come in at.

"Right. Think you can get us there without getting caught?" Vyper stalked up next to him, also listening intently for the sounds of anyone else.

"Sure I can." Sentinel suddenly looked left and dropped his voice. "Somebody's nearby, we need to go."

Vyper nodded, knowing Sentinel could see him no matter how dark it was. They took off to the right, Vyper staying close behind Sentinel and trusting that he wouldn't run them into a old bulldozer blade or something until his eyes adjusted.

"Shit!" Sentinel stopped suddenly, Vyper's improved reflexes being the only thing stopping them both from sprawling into the dirt. "In here!"

Sentinel led him towards a shadow that coalesced into a mostly disassembled truck. They jumped into the bed and flattened themselves down right as Vyper heard footsteps heading their way. 

"I can't hear them anymore," an unknown voice said. It sounded like they were close. "How about you guys?"

"Nothing, never saw them," A voice from near the cab spoke this time. "They didn't come this way."

"Damnit, I told you that you were imagining things." A third voice, from beside the first one. Sounded like they were moving in pairs. 

"No way Bison, I'm telling you that I heard them. Let's just check around here." 

Shit.

Vyper turned to look at Sentinel and saw that he was gone. Where he was hiding was a big rust-edged hole in the bed. When had he snuck out? Vyper may not have Sentinel's insane hearing, but from this close he still should've heard him. 

The sound of crunching gravel getting closer stopped him from wondering more, and he readied his "knife". He should be able to drop all four of them unless they had a guns at the ready or were too far away. He tensed his muscles and felt them thrum in response, his advanced speed getting ready to kick into gear.

Right before the person reached him, Vyper heard a second, rapidly moving set of footsteps. As a mask peered into bed, Sentinel appeared behind it. He drug his "knife" across the persons throat, then drug the suddenly limp person behind the truck. Vyper ducked through the whole in the bed and met him on the far side just as he was laying the fake corpse down.