Fan Fiction ❯ Traitor to Unatco ❯ To Hong Kong ( Chapter 4 )

We got to the bottom after a few minutes.

"Why would anybody live down here, Jet asked, tripping as he tried to see in the dark and ducking under a swinging light?"

"Well he's paranoid for one and thinks people are always after him. It may be true now because some of the people he has been getting weapons and items from steals them from Unatco and the NSF."

We were walking through the dark maze for half an hour, not saying anything. The place stank like death not that different than the city actually. Jet finally broke the silence.

"How far have we gone? We have been walking for over two miles."

"Well, actually the first floor of that building we walked in is almost all caved in, the elevator took us underground and now we are slowly walking to the top of the building."

"Do we have to go back this way?!"

"Stop whining". There's another way out.

"Why didn't we use that the first time?!"

"It's a window he just lowers a rope out of it."

"So why didn't he do that when we first came in?"

"He isn't sure that its me, I haven't seen him in over a year."

Another half-hour went by before we talked again.

"Is going down here dangerous, Jet asked?"

"Not really."

We saw a bright light up ahead. Jet started to run towards it.

"All right, almost out of here, come on Sultan!"

"Oh, that's not a good idea." He kept running. I kicked a rock at him, it hit him behind the knee and he fell over. Arrows shot out of the wall above him.

"I thought you said this place wasn't dangerous!"

"It's not if you're with me. There is about 50 more traps until we get to Smuggler."

"You're crazy!"

"….I know."

Jet didn't talk much after that. After an hour of avoiding traps we finally reached Smuggler. He was a black man, most of his hair had fallen out, and he always seemed to speak in a gruff, deep voice. The room was well lit but not very big. On the side was a desk with a computer on it. There was stairs to the side of the room that lead to his bed and a secret wall were he stored most of the weapons that he sells. I could tell because of my Thermal Vision.

"How have you been Smuggler?"

"Not bad, got a new customer JC. Denton."

"What do you have to sell?"

"A crossbow with a sniper scope and laser site, a pistol with a scope and laser sight, 3 EMP grenades, 5 lock picks, 4 multitools, 5 knives, a sword, 5 grenades, 3 smoke grenades, assault rifle, 25 darts, and an automatic shotgun. The sword was taken from a dead Hong Kong gang member."

"Condition?"

"The pistol and sword are almost new."

"Prices?"

"I know how you work. I'll give you the sword, two knifes with a sheath you can put on the pack of your neck and a sheath you can put around your waist, the crossbow, 2 EMP grenade, 2 smoke grenades, 15 darts, and all the lock picks and multitools for 1,500. Only because you helped me a lot in the past. What do you say?"

"$1,600 if you throw in the pistol."

"…. Don't push it!"

"$1,850?"

He thought for a moment then said, "Alright?"

"Deal". I handed him the money.

"There is something you should know about the sword though."

"What?"

He lifted it up and pushed a button hidden in the hilt. The bottom of the sword opened up and he put a dart inside it. You Just push that button and it will shoot that dart out of it.

Thanks, I said then added that could be very useful, to myself.

"Wait we need to hire a pilot, how are we going to do that for $150, Jet asked?"

"I told you he owes me a favor."

Smuggler interrupted, "if your talking about Jock he is with JC. Denton but if you can fly I will lend you my helicopter. I don't have another shipment of weapons coming in until some time next month, just have it back by then. And we are even now, No Name."

"Call me Sultan now."

"I can fly it and we needed something to carry the Ambrosia anyway", Jet answered.

Smuggler pulled an old statue and the wall by his side opened.

"Thank you Smuggler now I owe you one." Jet and I went through the opening.

"This leads to the roof where my helicopter is. Good luck, Sultan."