Code of Dishonor

4

The helicopter blades whirred and resonated in the cloudy air. It was military issue.

two Marines were in a helicopter, "We're in Tennessee now, General, we're approaching Galaxy, Tennessee!" One of them said into the head set.

"How do we even know this guy is here?!" the other Marine asked.

"He could've made it up, Gunnery Sergeant Freeman!" the first Marine yelled to the other passenger.

"I don't think he made it up! He gave a street in a state! Dark Prey is going to want to hide out! I think I know where he's going, he's been doing this for years. There's only one person he would go to, that means he has the surveillance footage, Gunnery Sergeant Inkman," the 2nd marine yelled back.

"How would he get that surveillance footage, I thought you got rid of everything!"
the General said on the other line.

"He pulled it off the hard drive, that's the only way he can get it!" Freeman adjusted his headset, "We may have government shredders but it was still on the hard drive!"

"How much can he prove with that one disk?!" Inkman twisted his neck around. "He needs more than that, he needs hard proof and that's not enough!"

"He knows enough!" Freeman grimaced in anger, "We backtracked his hacking in our systems, it's been almost four years! He wouldn't keep doing it if he knew what was up! I don't think the gassing took to him! He didn't forget!"

"But it always works!"

"He broke his wrist, the medication that the doctor gave him must of counteracted the gassing when he was incapacitated. I know what he found back then! He pieced it together over the years as supply manager!" Freeman shook out his hand. His knuckles were bloody and infected.

The general then said, "Are you going to check all those warehouses on Stanton Street, for all we know there could be a million on that street?"

"If he's there we'll find him, we'll use the heat seeking equipment!" Inkman added.

"General, out!" he disconnected with them.

"Pilot!" Inkman yelled. Both Marines looked the same, white guys with brown hair, red skin, same build and brown eyes. Impossible to really tell them apart.

"Yes Gunnery Sergeant Freeman?!" the pilot glanced over his shoulder.

"I'm Inkman!"

"My mistake! What do you want!"

"How long until we get to Galaxy?!" the clouds seemed to get darker, the sky was a bit gray.

"ETA, six minutes!" the pilot turned back, he turned on the lights.

"Did you hear that, Freeman? We could kill Dark Prey in six minutes."

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"All right, just get out of the way," a young man wearing casual clothes sat in his car watching a house with binoculars.

"Let's go, he's not going anywhere," two white men talked very loudly as they walked out from the front door and headed to a white car.

"The General said not to leave him." One of the men opened the passenger side door. He got inside.

"Dirk, he's unconscious and we probably broke his leg and arms," he laughed, "the dude can't walk even if he wanted to."

Dirk winced, "Juble, but they got that Indian thing going on!"