Fan Fiction ❯ Traitor to Unatco ❯ Whatever happens, happens ( Chapter 10 )

Instead of starting a new story I'm just going to have all the parts in this one. Part two should be much better than part 1 and longer.

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TRAITOR TO UNATCO PART 2

SULTANS PAST

It had been a week and still I had heard nothing from Jet. I bought more equipment with some of the money I had made and paid Andrew enough money to stick around and continue to be my pilot and partner. I decided to take another job from Tong. It started easy enough, all I had to do was sneak into a building and steal a new bimod. The mission got off to a bad start right away, with four snipers hiding on the ground and roof waiting for us to land. I don't think that Tong would betray us, my guess is Unatco leaked that false information to us. So that they could set a trap for me. We barely escaped with our lives and the helicopter was badly damaged. I knew a man that owned a hanger where we landed to make repairs. I doubted that we would be safe here for long. I remembered that Andrew had not eaten or slept for awhile. I got out of bed and got something for him to eat. I walked out of my room and started looking for him.

"Hey Andrew! "Are you in here?" I walked into a dimly lit hanger where my pilot should be.

"He is upstairs, last time I checked, repairing his helicopter." I turned towards the direction of the voice. A middle aged man stood before me. Judging from what he was wearing, I guessed that he was probably in charge of the other mechanics. "Follow me." He said as he walked towards an elevator. He held the door for me as I walked in. He pushed a button and the elevator went up a floor. The doors opened and we got out. He pointed to the left. "He's over there. Don't bother looking for us later. We are all leaving for the night." He turned and went back down the elevator.

"Good night." He didn't answer, just went back down the elevator. "Friendly." I said sarcastically. I looked towards the helicopter and could see a dark figure sitting inside of the cockpit. I walked towards the helicopter and looked inside. "Sleeping again Andrew." I said quietly and sighed. "Never going to get this thing fixed." I opened the door to the cockpit and poured some water from the bottle I held on him. He got up, screamed, and rolled out of the helicopter, drawing his Desert Eagle in mid roll. He spun around and aimed it at me. I laughed, "Not bad, not bad at all."

"Sultan! What the hell are you doing?" He saw the two mechanics in front of him dive for cover. He put the gun away.

"Just thought I would bring you something to eat. You haven't eaten anything for almost two days." I set the tray and water in front of him. "How are the repairs coming?"

"Still damaged, but it can fly." I wander how he got that out with his mouth so full of food. I looked at him. He was in his early twenties, had short blonde hair which was usually messed up, was wearing a black flight suit, he had brown eyes, and was about five and a half feet. Not that strong but he had told me that he had taken many fighting classes and was capable of holding his own in fight. He was eating fast and was already half done. "No thank you?" I finally asked him. Andrew coughed on the piece of chicken he was eating and started laughing.

"Thank you? You almost got me killed and you wrecked my chopper. This is the least you could do!" I walked inside the helicopter and opened a hidden compartment. Inside there was two silenced pistols, eight pistols, my sword, my two knives, two unassembled sniper rifles, a shotgun, different types of grenades, and my crossbow. Along with ammo for every gun. While Andrew was talking a grabbed my sword, six pistols, extra clips for my pistol, some grenades, and a knife that I put behind my neck.

"Come on Andrew, I can't believe that you are still mad. I didn't know that there would be four snipers on that roof, last job I'm taking from Tong. Besides it looks like you have done a good job of fixing it." I loaded a dart into my sword and the pistols.

"Yeah, but you almost got me killed!"

"Sorry I'll do better next time. Wasn't enough action there."

"You augmented agents think that you are invincible. You don't even care what happens to other people."

"Whatever happens, happens."

"Those words are a little cold and unfeeling for my taste."

"Nevertheless, those are the words that I live by.

He laughed, "Yeah and probably the words that you will die by."

"One can only hope." I loaded the rest of the guns. "Quite an arsenal we have here." I put two pistols in my belt. Two behind me on my belt and the other two at my side. I slid my sword into its sheath.

"Yeah we sure hav." He looked at me. "Expecting trouble?"

"You never know."

"Well leave some for me."

"Right. Get some more rest. We are leaving soon."

"Alright. Good night Sultan."

"Night."