Plan B

PLan B -P24-

PING!!!!!!!
I looked to Heatstroke, there was a hole going straight there her head. I stared in horror then grabbed the wheel to keep the thing under control. Those bastards kiled my best friend! I forced myself from tearing up, but I couldn't help feeling torn. Then suddenly the truck swirved out of control and crashed...

Meanwhile (Soap)
"Like what," I asked.
"Yourself," Shepard shouted as he swung a punch straight to my face. I stumbled back holding my cheek for moment. He stepped up to me, "You don't know how fucking long I've waited to do this." He grabbed my shirt and pulled me up so he could hit me again. "And you now know what my plan is just the right reason to get rid of you."
Suddenly everything made sense. Scarab wasn't crazy! Shepard want her out of the way, and now that I knew he wanted me out of the picture. And everything played through my mind, but what I payed most attention to was his plan. If he killed me then it was doomed. I knew he wouldn't really kill me, even he knew it.
"Unless...." He seemed to trail off. But his continued a moment later, "uless you discide not to challange me. Not mention my plans, or go against me."
I looked up at him and firmly said, "No I won't let you get away with killing my men so that you can make America 'look' great. It's deseving and I refuse to be a part in it!"
"Well I can kill you," He thought for a moment. "So looks like you're going to be erased again."
I hated that, it just felt so violating. I stood up stiffly and agrued, "No I won't let you. You may have everyone else fooled and you might have gotten Scarab caught. But I won't let you get away with any of this."
"Then go ahead," Shepard told me, a blank expression played on his face. "If you don't agree with my idea then do away with me. See where it will get you."
I clenched my fists and planned where I would land it. But I remained where I stood, I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to attack, he wanted me to strike first. And if I did it gave him the advantage.
"Huh," Shepard chuckled. "I knew it. You don't have to guts to kill me. Even when you have the perfect opprtunity. You won't, this only shows how little you really know."
"I know plenty," I hissed. "And I do know that you WANT me to make the first move. And I'm not giving you the satispation." I kept glaring at him, and he seemed to ease.
"You know something else," He now seemed like he wanted to be serious. "You shouldn't let your guard down!" He charged at me and nearly knocked me over. But I sent my knee into his stomach and he stumbled back. "Go ahead..." He coughed with his stare locked on me. "Just end it."
"Ending you might stop your plan, but it would only create a new war. One I don't want to fight. I prefer not being the cause of a new fight between the U.K. and the U.S." I sighed.
"Then you shall fail!" Shepard lundged at me once more, but this time with a knife. With all his strength he swung the blade at me but it narrowly missed my neck. But he regained his lost balance and leaped at me again, and I felt the knife slice into my side. I gripped the cut, it was long and deep. I let out a quick hissing breath.
"You... You're a monster." I spat.
"Oh am I," Shepard asked. He pulled out a devise and aimed it at me, "Why not you just forget it." A cord shot out and latched on my forehead, oh great, I'm back to haven't braincells fried!
"WHat's with you and dystorying memories?" I snapped ready to grab the cord when he knocked my hand down and stepped on it.
"It will keep you from finding out," He answered pressing a button and I passed out.

Meanwhile (Scarab)
I came to and first thing I saw was an endless line of terrorists crowding and pointing guns at me. I groaned in sheer pain. The truck was on fire, and I could see the dark figure of Heatstroke leaned against the steering wheel.
I wasn't going to let her die in bain. So I jumped to my feet and staggered off. But the shock wave of agony filled my body, my skin burned and scrapped. Bullets wizzed by my head, but missed everytime. Then I ducked behind a rock to catch my breath.

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A/N: yah the death of Heatstroke. I was pretty sad writing that but still. As well as there being a lot of Shepard which I wasn't happy with writing. I hate him.

2 more chapters til the campain!!!!!!!!!!

(Current Me Note: Heatstroke was actually based on my little sister. She was not happy when she learned that I killed her character.)