Retribution 2

"Deserted"
My eyes flicked open after some time. My entire body ached out in pain. I was flat on my stomach, arms lying motionless in front of my head. I tried to move my arm. At first, it only twitched, but then the nerves came to life and I could move them again. I went into my chest pocket and took a painkiller out. I put it in my mouth and forced it down. The pain died away after a minute or so. I looked around and thought to myself:
"What happened to Storm?"
I felt the back of my belt and felt the clip broken off. Well that explains the pain. I looked behind me and about fifty feet out, a parachute lie in a heap. I struggled to stand up and staggered over. I pulled the parachute up and found the Lucario lying on the ground. I kicked him lightly.
"No time for a nap," I told him.
He opened his eyes and rubbed his head.
"Oh man…" he said to himself rubbing his head. "What hap-?"
He cut off, looking towards the rising smoke.
"Right…" he said in a huff.
"Sorry about that…" I said apologetically. "I'll get you another one."
I hauled him to his feet.
"Forget it… Let's just see if there are any survivors left."
Together, we both walked towards the wreckage. We recovered our stamina somewhat, so our limping turned into a regular walk. It took about ten minutes to reach the plane. The plane seemed mostly intact structure wise, but most of the outer sheet metal was torn off.
"Gonna need a whooole lot of duct tape," I remarked. "Duct tape fixes everything."
Storm let out an exasperated sigh and jabbed me in the side with his elbow. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make me wince in pain.
"Shut up," he said tersely.
"Alright, calm down. Yeesh, I'll get ya another like I said."
"I also said forget it. C'mon, let's just check the plane."
We went through the twister outer body and searched the plane. Storm checked the middle of the plane and I went for the cockpit. The pilot was on the floor, dead, but the co-pilot was still in his seat, clutching his chest and wheezing heavily. The Buizel looked up at me pleadingly.
"Help… me…" he said hoarsely.
"Storm, I got a live one!" I called.
Storm rushed over.
"Sam!" he exclaimed to himself like he forgot.
Storm tore away "Sam's" belts, pulled him out of his seat and bolted out of the plane. I was left, standing in a daze at the speed of what just happened.
"He'll probably need some help…" I said, taking one of the two Pokeballs off my belt.
I tossed it up, causing it to open, then caught it on its way back down. A large desert Pokemon popped out and extended its large wings. The red around it glistened in the bright sun.
"Flygon!" I called to it. "Help our new friend out!"
Flygon looked down to me, nodded, and then flew towards the ground.
"Alright, I think the medical center is- HEY! PUT HIM DOWN!"
I chuckled and walked outside. I was the two trying to pin each other down.
"EASY!" I called out.
They both froze.
"Flygon's with me. Flygon, get that Buizel to a hospital."
Flygon nodded and jumped in the air. It flapped its wings only once and soared up. It then turned in direction and sped off.
"Thanks…" Storm said. "I hope he'll be okay. He's a good friend of mine."
"I assure you, he's in good hands," I said affirmingly. "C'mon, let's see if we can find any weapons."
We walked back to the plane and searched for anything we could find.
"All I can find is an L86 with no ammo and a Stinger missile," Storm told me after some time.
"I found an M9 and a sword…" I told him.
He looked at me curiously.
"A sword?"
I held it up and he took it from me to inspect it.
"I was wondering where this went…"
He clipped it to his belt.
"A little old tech, don't ya think?"
"Sure, but I've had this thing for a really long time."
"Suit yourself. C'mon, I have a safehouse a few klicks (kilometers) away," I informed Storm.
Storm nodded and I directed s north. The safehouse was approximately six kilometers north. I have all these little places around the Middle East. Friend of mine had built them for long hideouts and such. They were well stocked with food and weapons. We walked for some time, about half an hour, when we heard noise coming from behind us.
"You hear that?" I asked Storm.
"Yeah…"
We both turned around and there was a tank with three ground troops coming at us.
"Oh shit…" Storm muttered.
"Wanna run?" I asked.
"…No… Just follow my lead…"
The tank and infantry came up to us. The leader was an Infernape.
"Drop your weapons!" The Infernape called.
The leader was a female. We both unholstered our pistols and threw them to the ground. The Infernape went up to Storm. Storm showed three fingers and counted down. When he hit zero, he grabbed the Infernape and held her down. I kicked my Glock 17 up and shot the other infantry. I charged towards the tank and jumped on it. I opened its hatch and shot the operators inside. I looked back up at Storm who had successfully pinned the Infernape.
"Done!" I called.
I pulled the dead ops out and threw them to the ground. I walked up to the two. A beeping noise went off.
"The hell is that?" Storm asked.
The answer came quickly. Loud engines echoed through the desert.
"THERE'S MORE!" I called out, pointing at three approaching jets. "FAST MOVERS!"
Storm shot the Infernape in the head and used a syringe on the wound.
"We need her! Now for those fast movers…"
The F-18s dropped their explosives on us. I quickly covered all three of us with a Protect dome. When the jets passed, I shot a Thunderbolt at one. It missed, but it was worth a shot.
"I'M GOING FOR THE STINGER!" I yelled out.
I darted back towards the plane wreckage with Extremespeed. I made it within a few minutes. The jets had followed. They dropped more explosives, but missed miserably. I locked onto a jet and shot a missile at it. The jet deployed flares.
"FUCK!" I yelled out.
The group of jets now flew away from us.
"Well that was fast…"
I darted back to Storm.
"I think she was planted…" Storm told me.
"How so?" I asked.
Storm showed me a tracking device.
"That's probably what triggered the fighters…"
"Well, let's get to my safehouse and we can interrogate her there… If she makes it…"
Storm grabbed the Infernape and we both went into the tank. Storm put the Infernape on the floor and took the controls. The tank rumbled through the desert. After some time, I got curious. I climbed out the top and looked into the cargo hold. Holy shit. Rifles, machine guns, snipers.
"Holy shit Storm, we hit the motherload." I called.
I brought in an M4 and an AUG.
"Where did you-?" he asked.
"It was being carried in the tank. These bastards were ready for World War III."
I handed him the M4 and we soon reached my safehouse. All that was seen though was a gas station.
"A gas station?" Storm asked.
"Wait…" I told him.
I ran into the station and pulled a lever behind the counter. About one hundred yards away, the ground opened up. Rising up was a medium sized house.
"C'mon in and make yourself cozy," I told Storm.
He climbed out of the tank and watched the house rise up in amazement.
"Holy… crap…" he said to himself.