Plan B

Plan B -P23-

So we ran out of the room and into the hallway, but frozen where we stood as about twenty armed Russians stood in front of us. There was one in front of the others, he had black messy hair and freaky one blue and one green eyes. I blinked a moment and the man told us, "We know you were coming. And now that you're here, we have to get rid of you." He raised his gun and added, "Shepard is paying us big to exterminate you."
Memories flashed through my head, all about Shepard being a traidor. And one painfully struck me, an arguement between me and Soap. I forced myself from showing any emotion. I looked to Heatstroke who was staring at me in shock, "Scarab, I'm SO sorry I didn't believe you. You were right..."
"Yah save it for last," I growled. "Right now we need to find a way out." I looked around, in the armory was a window, but it was maybe three stories up, well it was either be killed by a fall or killed in the hands of a terrorist. I turned and sprinted for the window with Heatstroke following close behind. I felt the glass shatter and cut my skin, and saw the ground. I thank whoever built this house for putting a swimming pool at the bottom, I tucked myself into a ball and splashed into teh water.
The pool was maybe thirteen feet deep and had a diving board. I saw bullets whhip through the water but miss me everytime. Then next to me Heatstroke hit the water, her arms flaring and she looked panicked. I then remembered that she couldn't swim. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the surface, she gasped out, "Get me to the edge! Quick!!!"
I pulled her to the side and we climbed out, the men at the broken window were firing at us still but missed. And I wondered if it was on perpose. But either way Heatstroke and I ran like the wind to get away from them. We reached the truck and Heatstroke got us driving.
I looked behind us and saw them getting in cars and drving after us. Why was it that I always got the suckish luck? I gritted my teeth to the point where they might shatter and swore under my breath. This was not my day.
"Scarab shoot the bastards!" Heatstroke barked still eyeing the road.
I grabbed my gun and fired out at the drivers hoping to kill them, but they were bulletproof! Then I aimed for the tires and shot, with a pop it defated and the first truck started to loss control. I shot the other front tire of the car and it swurved of the road and crashed into a tree. There was still four other cars, so my victory was short lived.
The second car was harder, it swirved and swayed on the road, so I couldn't get a clean shot. Heatstroke then snapped, "Try to antisipate the trucks path!" I focused and fired a spray of bullets at the tires. A few made contact and the car spun and slammed into a rock on the side of the road.
Heatstroke hit the gas and we came up to near hundred miles an hour. I pulled my head back into the car and sighed, "That should slow 'em down... I hope."

Meanwhile (Soap)
"Sir there's a call for you," Rocket informed as he stuck a thumb in the direction of the office. "It's Scarab."
"Scarab," My tone sounding more shocked then needing to. "But isn't she on that mission with Heatstroke?"
"I believe so," Rocket nodded. "But it sounded urgent. Just see what she wants."
So I put the rifle down on a table, I was doing some target practice until this came up, and went to the phone. I picked up the receiver and answered, "Hello?"
"Captain!" Scarab's voice was full of anxity and fear. "The mission was a trap! Shepard_"
"Whoa calm down," I told her. "What the hell is going on?"
She took a breath and repeated, "This mission was a trap, Shepard is trying to wash me and Heatstroke out!"
I couldn't really believe what I was hearing, I shook my head and replied, "No, mean what happened on the mission!"
"We got the intel," She imformed with annoience in her tone. "But Makarov and his men are chasing us down a highway at a hundred miles an hour!"
"And what does Shepard have to do with this?" I asked. "I mean other than sending you on the mission in the first place."
"He told Makarov we were coming!" Scarab shouted. "The terrorist even said he did!"
I sighed before replying, "Scarab just get the hell out of there. Find a save place and I'll see if I can assist."
"Negitive! Negitive!" She yelled with her british accent flaring. "This is all a trap! Of course Shepard wants you to come try and get us out! But he'll kill you! Don't come_"
"I have to go," I told her after someone tapped my shoulder.
"What? no wait Cap_" Was the last I heard before I hung up. I rubbed my temples and turned. To my surprise it was Shepard, and I almost wondered if her heard any of the conversation. I had thought that he left eariler.
"Captain MacTavish," He seemed utterly calm. "Come with me for a minute."
I shrugged and followed him outside, but he kept walking out to the trails, "Uh sir? What's this about?"
Shepard turned back at me and motioned toward the woodland dirt path in front of him. "What? It's illigal to take a walk?" He teased. "Come on."
I rolled my eyes and stepped next to him as he headed down the trail. His tone switched to serious, "I'm sorry to say but it seem your two sergeants. They've been found."
I didn't look to him, instead I just stared at some of the fallen leaves that crunched under our feet. Scarab was right, about a little of it. I still was sceptical about Shepard being a traidor.
"MacTavish," He seemed to have some consern. "I highly dought they will last. But there is much more that you should worry about."

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A/N: Yah Shepard is such a asshole. He now knows that Scarab has told him so he's trying to make sure NO ONE gets in his way.

So what about pour Scarab and Heatstroke? You'll see. But driving at 100MPH isn't a save thing to do... HELLO! Speed limits!!!!

So yah now there is only 3 until the campain!!!!!! And I intend to make them EPIC!!!!