Author: ShadowClan7 PM
Everything is going wrong for the team. A severe plane crash, an agent missing, and some documents out in the open that are extremely deadly to the agents. Everyone is wondering who they can really trust.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,487 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 11-04-12 - Published: 09-17-12 - id: 8534681
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Yay! Thanks to all my reviewers because I really wasn't sure about it :) I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to update. It's like teachers think that all you want to do while you're home is homework! :P
Brandt opened his eyes, groggily, finding himself in a sea of shattered metal. He was extremely confused until his memories came rushing back at him like highway traffic. The decoded message, Rhode Island, the odd shape, the plane crash; it wasn't just a nightmare after all!
'But how did I live?' he thought as he examined the remains of the plane. He vaguely remembered grabbing a parachute and jumping, Benji right behind him, but he still didn't know what happened to Ethan and Jane. As he stood up, he winced as his stiff limbs took effect. After a few minutes of stumbling around, he found Benji in the wreckage. Bad news, it looked like his parachute had developed a hole before he had made it down. Good news, it looked like at that time he wasn't very far from the ground because Benji was snoring. Brandt guessed that it was safe to leave him and look for the other two IMF agents.
Only a few seconds after returning to his search, Brandt saw Ethan shoot straight up some debris a few yards away. He was glancing around suspiciously, still trying to figure out what that flying object was. Ethan's eyes met Brandt's and Ethan was right beside him in a flash.
"Have you seen Jane and Benji? Are they okay? What do you think tha…?"
"Benji's back there. He's okay," said Brandt, startled. He felt like he was Ethan, and like Ethan was him. It suddenly dawned on him that Ethan had lost an entire team before. Probably not a good experience. Their eyes met and, without a word, they both instantly started looking for Jane. The search grew more vigorous after fifteen minutes, and both agents were starting to panic. Ethan suddenly looked at Brandt.
"Did you hear that?" Brandt automatically stopped making noise and stood absolutely still. After a few seconds, a small coughing noise echoed through the scene. Before Brandt could process where it was coming from, Ethan was running. He quickly followed, positive that Ethan had found her. By the time he caught up, Ethan was already helping Jane up from the ground. She swayed at first, but was still able to stand and walk. Brandt sighed in relief; the last thing they needed was to lose an agent.
They made their way back to Benji, who by now had woken up and was looking around.
"So what are we going to do next?"
Everyone looked toward Ethan, who was thinking deeply.
"We have two choices," he said, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "We can either go back to HQ, or we can follow whoever made our plane crash."
"Right," snorted Benji. "And how exactly would we do that?" Ethan smirked and held up a tiny tracking device. Brandt smiled widely.
"So, where are we going next?" asked Jane.
The decision had been made.