Project Shadow

Ch. 1

As the Dolphin left the destroyed remains of Black Ghost's stronghold, Jet leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Man, am I glad he's gone."

"I agree." GB replied. "Now we can finally relax without having to worry about going on another dangerous mission that might get us killed."

Suddenly, a message blasted through the ship's communication. The voice that came through was a young teenage boy with a small tinge of a Hispanic sound to it. "Hello? Hello, can anybody hear me?"

"Oh, give it up, Carlos." said another boy with a bit of a Russian sound in his voice. "You've been trying at that thing for hours, if no one has responded yet what makes you think someone will now?"

"Be quiet, and let me work, Dimitri. Is there anyone receiving this transmission? Please, we need help."

"We're receiving you loud and clear." Joe replied. "What's your status?"

"Wha-? Did someone actually just respond?!" the Russian voice said.

"Ha! I told you I knew what I was doing." The Hispanic voice said.

"I guess I owe you ten rubles."

"Quiet, flyboy, I still have work to do. Who am I talking to here? Identify yourself."

"This is 009 on board the Dolphin." Joe answered. "Why do you two need help?"

"'Dolphin'?!" the Russian voice snickered. "What kind of crazy ship name is 'The Dolphin'?! Ow! Carlos, what did you do that for?!"

"Ay caramba." The Hispanic voice, Carlos, groaned. "Don't mind Dimitri, 009, he respects no one but himself. Before I answer your question, I have one more to ask you; is there anyone else on board your ship?"

"Yes there is." Joe said.

"How many?"

"More importantly," the Russian voice, Dimitri, began, "do any of them have fighting experience?"

"Yeah, most of us do." GB answered.

"Define 'most of us'." Carlos said.

"Why should we?" Jet demanded.

"Humor me."

"Nine of us, counting myself." Joe answered before Jet disconnected the communication. "002, what are you doing?!"

"I'd ask you the same thing, 009!" Jet replied angrily. "This transmission could be a ruse; they keep saying that they need help, but they won't say why! What if it's a trap!?"

"And what if it's not, Jet?" Albert replied. "They may need our help."

"Albert, we don't even know why they need help!"

"Then let 009 resume the communication."

After a moment of hesitation, Jet reluctantly agreed to let Joe reconnect the transmission.

"-Broke it, didn't you?!" Dimitri complained.

"I didn't break anything this time." Carlos said. "009, can you hear me?"

"I'm still here." Joe answered.

"I'd ask you what happened, but I think we're running low on time, so listen carefully. It's obvious that you know who Black Ghost is so I won't go into details about him. But I will tell you that the two of us are prisoners at what the soldiers and scientists here call the Testing Grounds."

"This place isn't used for tests," Dimitri scoffed, "it's used for torture!"

"He's right; we've been here for almost seven months, and so far they've electrocuted us till we can't move, gassed us till we get sick, and bombarded us with high sonic frequencies till we pass out! But that much we can handle, the problem is that I overheard a soldier say something about a final treatment that will solve the reason we were brought here. I don't know what this 'final treatment' is, but after what I've been through here, I'd rather not find out. Ow! What?!"

"Trouble." Dimitri whispered.

"Wha- oh, now I see."

"Hey," Jet began, "what's happening?!"

"Un momento, por favor."

Soon after, there was a sound of footsteps approaching and then there was a third voice; a much older voice said, "Alright you two, get moving!"

"So, what's the 'treatment' today?"Carlos asked. "Shock? Gas? Sonic?"

"Is it the Arena?" Dimitri asked excitedly. "Please say it's the Arena."

"Don't worry," a fourth voice said, "you'll find out soo-wait, what's that there?"

"What's what?" Carlos said with a nervous tinge in his voice.

"That thing, over there!"

"N-nothing. It-its nothing." he replied, nervous tone in his voice growing.

"It looks like a transmitter!"

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion, followed by two strange shots and two bodies hitting the ground.

"Caramba." Carlos wheezed.

"When I regain feeling in my legs, soldier boy," Dimitri growled, "I am going to kill you!"

"I'm afraid you won't get that chance." The first soldier replied.

"What do you mean by that?" Carlos groaned. "What are you going to do to us?"

"You're about to find out." The second soldier said. "Destroy that transmitter and take them to the final treatment."

"Get your hands off me!" Dimitri yelled.

"Somebody," Carlos said, "HEEEELLLP!"

Then the communication went to static.

"Trap or not, something is definitely wrong over there." Joe said to Jet who seemed to be lost in thought.

"I have a lock on their location." Francoise said.

"Set a course; 004, 006. 007, you and I will go in and get them out."

"I'm coming too." Jet replied as everyone looked at him stunned. Joe wanted to argue with him, but since he knew full well that there was no changing his mind once it was made up, Joe agreed to let Jet come. Later, Albert found the young American in the Dolphin's break-room. "Considering you don't trust those two, I'm a little surprised you decided to come with us, Jet." He said. The teenager remained silent. "Why did you?" The German then asked.

After a moment, Jet answered, "During that huge commotion, I heard what I think sounded like my jets firing. There is something those two aren't telling us, I know it, but I don't know what it is!"

Sensing his agitation growing, Albert placed his hand on Jet's shoulder to try and calm him down. "Don't worry," he said, "We'll find out together."

Jet looked deep into Albert's pale blue eyes, and then he finally smiled and nodded at his oldest and dearest friend.

To be continued

Well, there's the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. Don't worry; there will be more action in the next chapter. Also, this is my first fanfic, so go easy on the comments.