Chapter 3
Jade sighed and looked at the man lying on his face. Eric Dering was
most definitely plastered. He had passed out a couple seconds ago. She
looked away and tried to remember the highlights of their conversation.
"Oh, yeah, me and Fox, we go way back. We.uh, we uh.we."
"Can you just tell me what he looks like?"
"Oh, oh yeah. Fox, he uh, he's about uh this."
Eric made a gesture with his hands resembling somewhere over six feet.
"And his hair is really blonde and it uh, comes to uh."
He made a gesture with his hands from his head to right below his neck.
"And some of it uh.his uh.bangs go down to uh."
He made another gesture, this time from his fore head to right above his
nose.
"His skin is uh.about uh.a little darker than yours."
Jade glanced down at her fairly white skin.
"And he uh.he's got really really really uh, blue eyes. Like, really blue."
Eric started to swerve and his head bobbed. Finally he collapsed on the
table, dead to the world. Jade tried shaking him.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Eric didn't budge.
Back in the present, Jade was most annoyed with Eric's testimony. At
least she had a pretty good description of what Red Fox looked like now.
"Er hem."
Jade turned around to see a soldier in the white clothes of a military
medic.
"I couldn't help but overhear you're inquiry of Red Fox."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, I've been here for a while, and from what I hear, if you want info
on anyone in FOXHOUND, you talk to that guy."
The medic pointed to the right corner of the room. Jade followed the point
of his finger to see a man sitting at a table by himself, but the strange
thing about him was, he was dressed in civilian clothes.
"Wait a minute," Jade said. "If he's in civilian clothes, then he's a."
"Yup." The medic finished for her. "A FOXHOUND elite. Name's White Dragon."
"Thanks for the advice." Jade said while getting up.
White Dragon sat with his right leg crossed over his left, reading a book.
His long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. As Jade got closer, she
noticed that he wasn't really in civilian clothes; they were more like a
samurai warrior's clothes. He wore a black hamika, a white robe and a pair
of flip flops. As Jade reached the edge of the table, she initiated a
conversation in the most intellectual manor she could think of.
"Um, hi there!"
Dragon looked up at her from his book.
"Konichiwa."
"Er, yeah."
He smiled.
"Konichiwa is the Japanese word for, hello."
"Oh, well, hello again."
"Would you like to sit?"
"Yes, thank you."
He motioned to the chair straight across from him. Jade sat down.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked.
"Yes actually, I need some information."
Dragon uncrossed his leg and closed his book.
"By all means, continue."
"I need to know about Red Fox."
There was a brief silence.
".Red.Fox."
"Yes."
Dragon re-crossed his leg and reopened his book, looking down into it.
"I can't really help you out there, miss."
"Awwww, please! You have to know something?"
"All I know about Fox is that he does not want anyone to know about him."
"But they say you know everything about FOXHOUND!"
Dragon looked up from his book.
"Red Fox does not wish to be talked about. He is my comrade in arms,
nothing more. But I will respect his wishes for secrecy."
"It sounds like you have some anger towards Red Fox."
Dragon sighed.
"He is a lost soul, walking the road to destruction. No one can help him
off of it."
"Why is that?"
"Because he let's no one get close to him."
"Not even the rest of FOXHOUND's elite?"
"Not even us."
"Well, it has been very nice speaking with you, White Dragon."
Jade rose to shake his hand. Dragon stood and bowed. When he bowed, Jade
caught a glimpse of a white handle to a katana strapped to his left hip.
Jade bowed as well and took off for the rookie's quarters.
"Sayonara, small one."
Dragon sat back down and started reading again. A few minutes later he
shook his head and laughed.
"Fox, that yaro."
**********
Fox slowly opened his eyes. The digital clock on his desk read 6:03.
".Overslept."
He raised himself out of his blanket and stretched. He grabbed his towel
out of the closet and wrapped it around himself. He left his room for the
showers. The elite had one whole floor to themselves. The shower
room/bathroom was at the back of the hall, directly across from the door to
the elevator. There was one long hallway leading from the elevator to the
shower room, with doors on each side of the hall. Each door was a living
quarters for the elite. Some of the doors led to special areas only
available to the elite.
Fox passed the training room, where the elite could practice their
martial arts in a room full of blue mats, mirrors and punching bags. Then
he passed the firing range. This room was pretty much self-explanatory.
There were no restrictions to the weapons the elite could practice with
there.
There were many other rooms reserved just for the elite, but Fox
passed them all on his way to the showers. When he reached the door, one
thought flew through his mind.
'I hope he isn't there.'
Fox opened the door, and sure enough, standing over one of the sinks, was
Silent Scorpion.
Authors note: I know, I know. This is a really short chapter, but I
just got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, so I don't feel to hot. I'm
gonna take a small break from writing for a little while to recover. But
don't fret. I'll be back.
P.S.= I will not write another chapter until I get some REVIEWS!!!
Jade sighed and looked at the man lying on his face. Eric Dering was
most definitely plastered. He had passed out a couple seconds ago. She
looked away and tried to remember the highlights of their conversation.
"Oh, yeah, me and Fox, we go way back. We.uh, we uh.we."
"Can you just tell me what he looks like?"
"Oh, oh yeah. Fox, he uh, he's about uh this."
Eric made a gesture with his hands resembling somewhere over six feet.
"And his hair is really blonde and it uh, comes to uh."
He made a gesture with his hands from his head to right below his neck.
"And some of it uh.his uh.bangs go down to uh."
He made another gesture, this time from his fore head to right above his
nose.
"His skin is uh.about uh.a little darker than yours."
Jade glanced down at her fairly white skin.
"And he uh.he's got really really really uh, blue eyes. Like, really blue."
Eric started to swerve and his head bobbed. Finally he collapsed on the
table, dead to the world. Jade tried shaking him.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Eric didn't budge.
Back in the present, Jade was most annoyed with Eric's testimony. At
least she had a pretty good description of what Red Fox looked like now.
"Er hem."
Jade turned around to see a soldier in the white clothes of a military
medic.
"I couldn't help but overhear you're inquiry of Red Fox."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, I've been here for a while, and from what I hear, if you want info
on anyone in FOXHOUND, you talk to that guy."
The medic pointed to the right corner of the room. Jade followed the point
of his finger to see a man sitting at a table by himself, but the strange
thing about him was, he was dressed in civilian clothes.
"Wait a minute," Jade said. "If he's in civilian clothes, then he's a."
"Yup." The medic finished for her. "A FOXHOUND elite. Name's White Dragon."
"Thanks for the advice." Jade said while getting up.
White Dragon sat with his right leg crossed over his left, reading a book.
His long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. As Jade got closer, she
noticed that he wasn't really in civilian clothes; they were more like a
samurai warrior's clothes. He wore a black hamika, a white robe and a pair
of flip flops. As Jade reached the edge of the table, she initiated a
conversation in the most intellectual manor she could think of.
"Um, hi there!"
Dragon looked up at her from his book.
"Konichiwa."
"Er, yeah."
He smiled.
"Konichiwa is the Japanese word for, hello."
"Oh, well, hello again."
"Would you like to sit?"
"Yes, thank you."
He motioned to the chair straight across from him. Jade sat down.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked.
"Yes actually, I need some information."
Dragon uncrossed his leg and closed his book.
"By all means, continue."
"I need to know about Red Fox."
There was a brief silence.
".Red.Fox."
"Yes."
Dragon re-crossed his leg and reopened his book, looking down into it.
"I can't really help you out there, miss."
"Awwww, please! You have to know something?"
"All I know about Fox is that he does not want anyone to know about him."
"But they say you know everything about FOXHOUND!"
Dragon looked up from his book.
"Red Fox does not wish to be talked about. He is my comrade in arms,
nothing more. But I will respect his wishes for secrecy."
"It sounds like you have some anger towards Red Fox."
Dragon sighed.
"He is a lost soul, walking the road to destruction. No one can help him
off of it."
"Why is that?"
"Because he let's no one get close to him."
"Not even the rest of FOXHOUND's elite?"
"Not even us."
"Well, it has been very nice speaking with you, White Dragon."
Jade rose to shake his hand. Dragon stood and bowed. When he bowed, Jade
caught a glimpse of a white handle to a katana strapped to his left hip.
Jade bowed as well and took off for the rookie's quarters.
"Sayonara, small one."
Dragon sat back down and started reading again. A few minutes later he
shook his head and laughed.
"Fox, that yaro."
**********
Fox slowly opened his eyes. The digital clock on his desk read 6:03.
".Overslept."
He raised himself out of his blanket and stretched. He grabbed his towel
out of the closet and wrapped it around himself. He left his room for the
showers. The elite had one whole floor to themselves. The shower
room/bathroom was at the back of the hall, directly across from the door to
the elevator. There was one long hallway leading from the elevator to the
shower room, with doors on each side of the hall. Each door was a living
quarters for the elite. Some of the doors led to special areas only
available to the elite.
Fox passed the training room, where the elite could practice their
martial arts in a room full of blue mats, mirrors and punching bags. Then
he passed the firing range. This room was pretty much self-explanatory.
There were no restrictions to the weapons the elite could practice with
there.
There were many other rooms reserved just for the elite, but Fox
passed them all on his way to the showers. When he reached the door, one
thought flew through his mind.
'I hope he isn't there.'
Fox opened the door, and sure enough, standing over one of the sinks, was
Silent Scorpion.
Authors note: I know, I know. This is a really short chapter, but I
just got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, so I don't feel to hot. I'm
gonna take a small break from writing for a little while to recover. But
don't fret. I'll be back.
P.S.= I will not write another chapter until I get some REVIEWS!!!