Legend of the Seven

Chapter 38 - Freaky Hunt?

September 6th, 2017

9.19 am, Naval Air Station Key West, USA

They tried to catch him but Fire was fast. Really fast. Practically 39 meters per second fast. It's only been a minute since Fire and Jones parted ways but Fire has already arrived at Gray site Blazes. A 2 km journey from the clinic in under a minute. The MPs could only watch as Fire zoomed past their barricades and patrols. They were too stunned to shoot or give chase.

Now Fire is in front of the 39 meters wide and 143 meters long aircraft hangar known as Gray site Blazes. It is secluded away from the main base. Tucked up in the largely abandoned northern section of Naval Air Station Key West. Although it seems some construction work was underway at the docks, on the other side of the single road that divides this land, located west of the hangar. The sea surrounds this stretch of land on three sides. West, North, and East.

Fire lies flat on the hill southeast of the hangar that overshadows it. His thermal vision is active. He narrows his line of sight to focus on what's in front of him. This power feels natural. Like he has been living blind and now he can see fully for the first time in decades. If there wasn't an ongoing attack by Skull Reich and his team wasn't bedridden, Fire would be over the moon.

Fire's glowing orange eyes scan 120 degrees directly in front of him and as far as a km ahead, right through obstructions with perfect detail. He could probably stretch it to double that distance but that would be overkill. If he is reading his new vision correctly, most of the personnel inside are around the southern part of the hangar, which is where the main exit is. Interestingly, there are four figures at each corner of the hangar. They seem to be planting some kind of device.

'Explosives?' Fire asks himself in his head.

'First, disable all exterior hostiles. Then, evacuate the personnel and clear out internal hostiles. Finally, secure the hard drives from Logan who Old Snake mentioned.' Fire thinks to himself.

'Time to hunt.' Fire thinks as he stands up, blinking his eyes to adjust his vision to normal.

It is a straight-shot to the hangar's south-east corner, where one masked figure is currently bending over to work on something. His back faces Fire, who is a mere 60 meters away. Fire activates flames on his left hand, then shapes it into a fireball in the palm of his hand.

'Could I hurl this?' Fire asks himself as he weighs and calculates the pros and cons.

'Better not risk it.' Fire thinks to himself.

With a massive kick, Fire sprints barefoot, full speed down the grassy hill, straight at the unaware figure. The masked man barely registers a disturbance in his rear when a bright heat suddenly assaults his vision. A ball of fire is right in his face. He drops the bomb in panic. The masked man is frozen, a deer in headlights. Suddenly, his neck is in an iron hot chokehold.

"Shhh." Fire whispers from behind the man, "I only need one of you alive and you're it."

The man struggles for only 3 seconds then finally falls limp, going unconscious. Fire lowers the seized man onto the ground. Fire turns off the fireball and goes quickly to work. He removes the masked man's black tactical helmet and face mask. Not a face Fire recognizes.

Fire then removes the man's weapons. He uses the man's own belt to tie him up. Then, Fire removes the man's left boot and takes the man's own socks, using it stuff the man's mouth.

'Just in case.' Fire thinks to himself.

Fire looks at the bomb the man had dropped. Fire activates his narrow thermal vision. After a moment of examining the bomb, Fire doesn't find any traps in opening the bomb. Fire is able to open up the bomb then disassemble its power source and fuse.