Our story pt2

Chapter 4:uncertan times

Two hours after sunrise Jordon finally came to and per Caesar's request Maurice had remained at his side since his friend and the majority of the uninjured had left to find food Jordon wheezed as the impact of each round caught up to him Maurice shifted his weight as Jordon gasped and worked through the pain of having bullets fired into his chest at close range as he squinted through the sun light he took stock of Maurice looking at him anxiously he coughed before addressing the orang "hey what happened" he asked wincing as he looked up at the sky "you got caught up in an ambush you hit your head" Maurice explained Jordon looked at his signs puzzled for a moment before comprehending what had happened "you know for a second there I thought you said I got caught in an ambush" Jordon said not believing it

Maurice nodded and pointed at the vest Jordon was still wearing baffled Jordon tore open the Velcro and examined the bullets stuck in the padded material "god I'm lucky to be alive where are the others where's Caesar" Jordon asked as he pulled himself together "they went looking for food did you really take a bullet for Koba" Maurice asked Jordon nodded and sat up before inspecting each round his eyes widened when he realised that there was a total of eight bullets that had tried to end his life tearing the vest from his chest he unintentionally put two and two together

"Holy shit we're in bigger trouble than we thought" he said scratching his head Maurice didn't like the sound of that there situation was dire as it is without Jordon's last statement "how so" Cornelia asked as she came over from giving a wounded chimp a drink of water Jordon frowned and cleared his throat "well look at this I got shot eight times and the helicopters that were following us destroyed my car after I got ran off the road now if these guys are national guard then they wouldn't risk killing a civilian right and there was a logo on the side of the helicopter that matched the same tattoos the guys that were chasing us on foot had" Jordon thought out loud Maurice and Cornelia looked at Jordon confused what was so significant about eight gun shots and a couple of tattoos

"So who are they someone you know" Cornelia signed Jordon thought hard trying to place the symbol something was seriously off and his realisations had answered a lot of unspoken questions about why the news channels hadn't been reporting the full details then he realised it was Anvil they must've been employed by gensys to keep everything quite "I think they're Anvil guys" Jordon stated Maurice gasped in horror despite never meeting anvil he had heard that name mentioned enough that he knew it was nothing good "that doesn't sound good who are Anvil" Cornelia signed guessing at the signs as she strung the sentence together with her limited vocabulary

as the mercenaries along with Mark and his over enthusiastic roommate prepared to move out Mark found himself playing out scenarios in his mind of all the things that could happen if they found Caesar and the others he had no doubt that Caesar would be suspicious of him when he found out he was cocered into hunting the apes that he had helped liberate it was almost funny to think of how he would explain his predicament as he finished the remnants of his fourth sandwich of the morning one of the men that had been with GreyStoke when he was taken came marching over carrying a set of hand cuffs that had metal boxes where the hands would slip through "what are those for" Marks roommate enquired looking over as she tied her shoe lace the man ignored her and roughly started caging Marks hands

"GreyStoke doesn't want you communicating in anyway with the apes" the man almost shouted at Mark as he made sure to make the experience as uncomfortable as he possibly could "hey careful these things are heavy how am I supposed to do anything with two broken wrists" Mark retorted as the man pressed the cold steel hard against the bone of his wrists "shut up and get your sorry ass into the truck" the man said forcing Mark forwards the woman watched in shocked confusion as she joined Mark in the truck along with a group of ten other men and three other women "why do they think caging you're hands is going to stop you communicating" the woman asked Mark quietly Mark cleared his throat and fixed his gaze to the rear view mirror "dont ask trust me you won't like the answer" Mark muttered back as he turned his hands over trying to get comfortable