|Prototype 2: The Unscrewed Version
Author: 1-1 Marines PM
As many of you and myself have noticed, Prototype 2 was a bit screwed up plot wise. So I'm gonna unscrew it Marines! Rated T for obvious reasons, but otherwise R & R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Adventure - James H. & Alex M./Zeus - Chapters: 32 - Words: 29,994 - Reviews: 41 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 03-13-13 - Published: 05-19-12 - id: 8130021
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ME: Sorry for not updating in about a month guys, had writers block and shit. Here's Chapter 30.
"Red Crown," Heller heard over the radio as he hid with the others in an alley, "this is Mako Two-Six. Targets have gone cold, say again, hostiles have left the area. Requesting orders, over."
"All units in the immediate vicinity of Base Yellow-Central, this is Red Crown. Remain on high-alert and sweep the area. Report all sightings immediately."
Suddenly to his right Mercers phone rang, who promptly answered. "Dana, Blackwatch-."
"-is now focusing on me, I know." Fuck, the damn bastards had to go after her instead of him or Mercer. "They're calling it Operation Stun Circuit and I know a high-up guy that could if killed can delay them."
"Who?" the Sergeant asked, chiding himself for speaking aloud.
"Major Dane Fontenot, one of Colonel Rooks staff officers. From what I got on that asshole he's in charge of collecting intelligence on everyone."
"All I can say is that Frenchie made a big motherfucking mistake."
"Yeah James, just he's at Yellow-Central so you might wanna wait for awhile."
"We can," Mercer answered.
"Lieutenant," the Cajun officer asked, "can you give me a hand with these files?"
First Lieutenant Clint Riley suspiciously glanced at the papers and folders. "What is all of this exactly sir?"
He sighed. "Intelligence Riley. All gathered on that Dana Mercer bitch. We got everything from her allergies to her damn high school graduation photos."
The Midwesterners eyes instantly widened. "And you're storing all of it right here? Even though an attack occurred just ninety minutes ago?"
The older man sighed. "Just fucking help me."
"Sorry Major," Riley replied, "but I have to debrief the remainder of, um, Mako Two." At that he turned and ran full-speed, ignoring Fontenots shouts entirely.
"Nepotist piece of shit," he cursed in reference to the Lieutenants high-ranking uncle, his own CO Colonel Douglas Rooks. He started to shuffle a few reports but then he heard footsteps.
"What?" he muttered angrily as he spun around-and for the last few seconds of his life and career watched as a fist approached his face.
ME: Now how is Stun Circuit gonna go without Fontenot? Damn the resistance can spy on Rooks all they want now that they got one of his senior officers as a face. Like Riley being genre-savvy?