From War, To Extinction

Chapter 2: Stuck Between Two Sides

The traffic is slow, slow as peer normal; Antigen-Tyrants bio-scanning civilians as they pass by, firing and killing anybody that results as positive to Lycanthropy or Vampirism. Most of the time the Tyrants lay in smaller groups, never becoming a bother to Michael, who can normally kill them all no trouble, even finding it amusing from time to time. But this time seems different for some particular reason; the Tyrants are heavily armed, armoured, and are in bigger numbers. Michael stares over at the buildings, and notices snipers on the rooftops; they're expecting him.
"Shit."
Michael hears the sound of the back-door on the left-side of his car opening up, staring back to see a man finding his way comfortably into the back-seat. The man is dressed in a black suit, red tie, hair cleanly shaved on the sides with a short pony-tail strapped to the back.
"It seems I owe my father a couple hundred dollars, because as I live and breathe; Michael Corvin sits before me, and in a 1965 Pontiac GTO may I add," the man smirks.
"And, who the fuck are you?" Michael snarls, opening the glove box to reveal a Beretta 9mm. "Oh, let me guess; Julius Krasper, the Director of the fuck-up company known as Antigen?"
"No actually; the son of the Director that runs the 'fuck-up company', and my name is Alexander Krasper. Pleasure to meet you too, Mr Corvin, and for that weapon you're currently threatening me with," Alexander clicks his fingers, making two soldiers appear at both open windows, their guns pointing directly at Michael's face. "I wouldn'tconsider that as a wise ordeal."
"Well, I wouldn't consider your men pointing guns at my face wise either. I'll make you a deal, get all of the civilians out of here, and then, we can speak," Michael proposes, staring at the three green lasers glued to his chest. "Or I'll kill all of you."
"Do what he says, get the fuckers out of the green-zone, and set it to red."

After about ten minutes, every civilian is far away from the now Red Zone, which makes Michael a lot more comfortable; now he can kill without the worry of getting any innocents hurt.
"So, Michael," Alexander smirks, straightening his dark red tie. "Is there questions you wish to ask me before I start asking the questions."
"I have one, and you better answer as honestly as possible; where is my fucking family?!" Michael roars, his eyes turning black.
"We don't know, Michael, but you should know this; we're not after your family, well, at least, I'm not after your family," Alexander explains. "All I want to know, is, where is Kassie Honshu? It is imperative that we find her, and we know that you know her."
"Yes, I know her, she helped me when I escaped from the shit-storm your father Directs, and paid the price doing so. She's a Lycan progeny of mine, and I'm very protective of her, she's like a daughter to me. So let me ask you; why do you want her that bad?"
"She's been leading a Rebellion against us, attacking many of our posts, bases, even threatening the company with bombs, so on so forth. I've been tasked by my father to make that stop, and trust me when I say that my father can be, vexed when a task isn't complete to his satisfaction."
"Well, I haven't seen her since Marius shot her, but I know she's alive and in the city," Michael explains, staring at the suspicious pitch black military truck. "But no, I do not know where she is."
"Michael, I want to help you, really, I do-"
"DO YOU?!" Michael snaps. "BECAUSE, FRANKLY, THAT TRUCK THAT REMAINS BEHIND MY CAR, IT LOOKS AWFULLY DIFFERENT TO THE TRUCKS THAT HOLD YOUR 'ORDINARY' FORCES."
Alexander stares for a short moment, focusing on Michael's pale face, sweat rolling down his own as his breathing becomes unstable. Michael can tell that he hit a nerve, that whatever thought struck his mind, was actually true; he had brought them with him.
"CODE-BLACK! CODE-BLACK!" Alexander screams.

Michael grips onto the tips of the weapons each soldier holds, yanking them slightly and causing them to open fire on each other. The soldiers are torn apart by each other's bullets, and Michael stays in the middle, covered by their blood as the truck behind him opens up. Michael pulls the Beretta from the glove-box then slams his own body forward, forcing himself through the wind-screen and onto the road.
"OPEN FIRE!" One of the snipers on the rooftop screams, aiming his rifle directly at Michael's chest.
Michael pulls a large curved knife from his leather jacket, throwing it at one of the snipers, cutting their head clean off. Michael turns around and stares at the Death-Squad that moves closer and closer to his location. The Squad is armed to the teeth, with heavy weapons and heavy, black-coated armour.
"That's not good."
One of the Death-Members fires a grenade from a launcher, making it land directly in front of Michael.
"Oh fuck, THAT'S NOT GOOD!" Michael screams, leaping behind a nearby vehicle as it explodes, creating a large crater that reaches the sewers below.
Michael stares back at the Death-Squad, who guards Alexander like they're dogs, staring back the Hybrid through pitch black helmets. Michael smirks at the Antigen forces, flipping the bird before jumping into the hole, landing peacefully before running away from gun's reach.
"FLUSH HIM OUT!" Michael hears Alexander scream. "Use an ISO-3, shockwave is capabilities."

Michael turns and faces the entrance he had just used, seeing a small, grenade-like object drop onto the ground. The small object splits in half, one half sticking onto the ground, while the other sticks onto the roof of the sewer, digging in and then twisting slightly.
"What the f-"
A sonic boom-like sound occurs in the tunnel, instantly making Michael's ears bleed and sending him flying into a wall, sticking him onto it like he's made of glue. Michael screams violently, his voice crumbling as the sound becomes louder and louder, pushing him deeper into the wall until it suddenly cracks under pressure. Michael is pulled through the wall, flying through the air until he hits the water covered ground, his head submerging for a moment. Michael pulls his head from under, looking and examining his surroundings, noticing its familiarity; Lucian's old den.