Plan B

Plan B -P75-

When I returned to the others I now saw the difficulty our excape would be. Makarov's hired guns were closing in on the compound, fast. Nikolai cursed in Russian, I coulda sworn it was something like, "Shit! Why the fuck did I land the helicopter a mile away?!" If I'm right I'm punching him in the mouth if we survive.
"Guys," Hawk said as she looked in a doorway. "There's snowmoblies over here. We could get to the pavelow on these."
Price examined the growiung situation outside and looked at her, "Only good solution right now. Come on we don't have time to waste!"
And we bolted into the room, where there was four snowmoblies. We'd be sharing, but that's better than nothing. Nikolai took driver of the first one with Price as the shooter. Soap was gonna drive the next and I'd ride with him, no comment please. Roach would be on one with his sister. Felspar was driving with Talons. And Ghost would drive with Heatstroke.
Everyone revved up and then went full speed in the near blinding snow covered landscape. I reached into my pockets real quick to get out my sunglasses to avoid being sightless. What use would I be if I couldn't see?
With no effort I grabbed my glock and started firing at these hired arms of Makarovs. Funny to watch them fall face first in the snow. It was pretty much follow the leader, or in other words, follow Nikolai unless we wanted to be stuck in the winter wonderland.
Bullets clipped the vehicle, and soon my shoulder all over again. I yelped in pain and gripped it.
"Are you okay back there?" Soap asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I lied.
I turned and worked with my noninjuried left arm, I wasn't favorable of either hand, both worked fine for me. And soon it seemed we were in the clear. Until an enemy helicopter came flying back with machine guns.
"Aw fuck! Right?" I shouted in the comms. Well I didn't intend for it to be in the comms. "A bunch of freaking armed men, and now there's a helo? What else did that son of a bitch have in store for us?"
"Your dad!" Roach answered sternly. He wasn't that far away from me so I stuck him the middle finger.
As the ground would explode near us, it wouldn't stop us. I mean really, it seemed like they were missing on purpose! It's like that stormtroop effect from starwars. It will never hit you.
BOOM!
Our whole snowmoblie flipped over all together and Soap and I landed on our backs. This doesn't help my shoulder at all. "Guys we're down! Scarab and I will have to go on foot or commandeer a new one."
"Right Soap, but be quick about it!" Price shouted. "The rest of us are already at the chopper."
I laid on my back still shellshocked. But Soap pulled me up, "Come on Scarab, we have to get moving, Nikolai won't wait forever!"
And we were off, that helicopter was still trying to blast us, but I had to give it credit for the one that knocked us off. As we continued we heard Price say, "Come on guys! We need to leave!"
"We're almost there!" Soap yelled at him in frustation.
"I have to leave in thirty seconds! I can't wait much longer!" Nikolai imformed.
"We're running on fumes guys," Heatstroke shouted. "Haul your asses, lets move!"
As I could see the helicopter, as it hovered not to high off the ground, it started to come our way. "I must leave guys, I'm sorry!"
"Wait there they are!" Price said, we saw him point at us as the helicopter was coming our way. Then he dropped a rope ladder. "Grab the ladder! We're get you up!"
Me and Soap leaped to the rungs as they came our way, and we were starting up. My shoulder was feeling a little better, until it was shot again. And I lost my grip, only to be grabbed by Soap. More pain! Ugh, I'm taking my meds when I get back to teh base. As he pulled me up we both sighed. And then we were up.
I flopped on the floor of the helicopter and got on a bench.
"Bloody hell, Scarab! Your shoulder!" Ghost exclaimed. I looked at my shoulder, it was bloody just, pretty bad. He was on me quick with a first aid kit. I of course had to take off the jacket, which was bloody stained.
I felt the aggrivating sting of peroxide and clenched my fist as Ghost was treating for infection. I had to strip down even farther so Ghost could wrap it up. When he was done, I slipped at sweatshirt over my head.
"How many times were you shot," Hawk asked.
"I don't know, three?" I answered breifly.
"Well you're treated, so we should be fine." Ghost sighed. "They weren't that deep, I think they should be good in four days or so."
I nodded and watched the others. Price merely doused off, Hawk and Roach were talking, Soap was well being Soap. Ghost took some interest with something stuck to the bottom of his shoe. And Nikolai, he was flying this helicopter. I just watched Heatstroke as she was fast asleep.

When we returned to the base, everyone wanted to know how it went, everyone wanted every last detail. But honestly, I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to do anything.
With the General asking how it all went, I was quick with saying about the weapon, and my sucess with killing Makarov. He was pleased to hear about both objectives being completed.
Outside some where playing on the frozen walkways. In fact, some tried to get me to join. They grabbed my arms and sent me down the slope, well It was funny for them to see me fall flat on my ass. Lefty and Bikini were belly sliding down the slope and going through Termite's legs. Something I didn't want to do.
But once again, Lefty pulled me up and forced me to the ground, "Have fun."
"What?" I now looked down the slope to where Termite had his legs in an arch over the path. "Damn it, Lefty! Let me go! I don't want to_"
"Bon voyage!" He laughed as he pushed me forward. I slid down the hill, and in an attempt to stop, I turned to the sound. But this only resulted in Termite landing on top of me!
The ice was freezing my back, and Termite's weight was gonna crush me to death. Then next thing I can tell, Termite is pulled off.
-FLASH-
But then something pulled Shepard off, of course it had to be Makarov. Shepard looked from him to me and Makarov hissed, "I thought you were going to finish it!"
"I was!" Shepard argued. "She knocked me over!"
"Well just get rid of her quick!" Makarov barked.
"I'm going to do it right now," Shepard told him.
-FLASH-
I grew paniced! And scurried away. But I left them there, yelling eachother. The two bains of my aggistance. Then Makarov was after me, but it didn't sound like Makarov. "Scarab! Where are you going?"
I looked back at him, it was just Soap, and Termite. Remember when Kamarov told me that I might be suffering PTSD? Well now I believed him. I slowed to a stop and let them catch up.
"Scarab, why'd you run?" Soap asked.
I sighed, "I just was_ It's really hard to explain."
"Just tell me," He requested gently.
"Remember, when I was prosumded dead? And I was really at the safehouse with Nikolai?"
"Yeah?" Soap arched his eyebrows.
"Kamarov thought that I might have PTSD." I sighed.
"And this would make you run off why?" Soap questioned.
"Well when Termite fell on me, it just triggered some memories." I shook my head and rubbed the bridge of my nose.
"Like?"
"Like I had kicked Shepard's legs out from under him. He landed on me, and Makarov pulled him off, then he was about to shoot me." I explained. "I thought that Termite was Shepard, and you were Makarov."
"Of course I'm the crazy terrorist with no friends," Soap joked.
"Kamarov said the best way to avoid any flashbacks, is to avoid anything that might trigger it." I said. "This was one of the triggers. The same actions that Shepard and Makarov did."
"And you thought we were these crazy megolomaniacs?" Termite finished.
"Pretty much," I sighed. "I don't know how to discribe it. It just feels like they are actually happening."
"And all those time times you've been locked up in tight space?" Soap was piecing it all together. "Would that make you think of when you were in the asylum or something?"
"Yeah a little," I sighed.
"We have to test this out sometime." Termite chuckled. I didn't feel too safe with that look in his eye.

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A/N: Okay so here's they excape back to the base.

Remember back before I started the campainge? Or uh, maybe it was JUST start cliffhanger. But Nikolai soon discovered that Scarab might have PTSD? I'm getting back to that.

Hawk isn't my character, she's Ladnir's. I only own Scarab, Heatstroke, Gonzalo, Fador, Irina, and anyother characters added to give background to the fanfic (this includes character family, and the recruits like Termite and Lefty).