Plan B

Plan B -P36-

I sat on the couch, Tatiana and Kamarov were asking every question that popped into their heads about our extration mission in Brazil. But I didn't want to talk about it, in fact, I was more or less depressed. But I didn't know why.
Finally I stood up and came to my room, locking the door and throwing myself onto the bed. The mattrace simply absorbing the blow. Only one thing was on my mind, Heatstroke. It was nearly five days after her death. And I couldn't help but feel guilty.
I punched the pillow and quietly yelled at myself, "I could have saved her! It should have been me! I should have died!"
I let out a rage filled scream and shoved my face into the pillow. And my mind swimming with so many thoughts, 'Oh god! Just stop! Kill me! Put an end to this!'
FLASH...
"You're new here aren't you?" Heatstroke asked. Her freakled face not battle scared. It was when I met her! We were in Middle School! Sixth grade. I had moved from the countryside, to Manchester.
"Yah," I replied simply. "I'm Alex."
"Riley," She told me as we just looked each other over. "So what do you wanna be when you're older?"
"Me," I repeated. "I want to be in the military. You?"
"Same here!" She agreed. "Do you want to be my friend?"
I wasn't good at trusting people right off the bat, but there was something about her that so right. "Yah sure."
"Do you think we'll be best friends forever," She asked me with a goofy smile that made dimples form on her face.
"Forever and ever!" I chimed.
FLASH...
I felt sick, not like the whole feel like I was gonna vomit thing. My skin burned and my head felt like it might split open, but worst it is was the sensation of being kicked in teh stomach. I made my painful way to the bathroom and rested my head against the wall, every breath was deep. The cold tiles didn't help me out, my whole body was on fire, "Please..." I sobbed as tears filled my eyes. "Just make it stop! Please..."
Suddenly I lost my balance and I fell onto the floor, my legs like jello. Hot burning jello. Couldn't help but consiter I might just be sick. No I wasn't, this was way worst then the pnemonia I caught a bit ago.
My whole body shivered, how could you be burning up yet freezing at the same time? I couldn't get myself to breathe, like someone was choking me. Finally I gasped out, "What the hell do you want from me?"
Then I went still, my blood ran cold. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths still deep and weak. And something just seemed to click together. I needed to avenge Heatstroke, even if it's the last thing I do!
I then remembered her goggles on the nightstand, although I didn't remember bringing them, I knew they were hers. She had wrote her signature on the band and an impossible to repeat pattern. I had pulled myself up onto my feet, and nearly fell over as my legs buckled underneath me. I was now feeling the sting of my closest friends death.
I grabbed the goggles and threw them around my neck, I wouldn't ever take them off. I can promise myself that.

Meanwhile (Price)
"You're one lucky man," The guard sighed as e leaned in his chair. A wide grin spread across his face that sickened me.
"Cheek bastard," I grumbled as I glared daggers at the guard.
"Usually we shoot troublemakers like you on sight," The guard went on.
"Then what makes me so special," I questioned.
"You," The guard chuckled deviously. "You are worth something. And we know a good bargain when we see it. Do you understand that, 627?"
"Don't call me that," I snapped, "I have a name! And you know something else, I know you won't try to hurt me because you're afraid of me! You know I can fight back, and you just don't want to risk a black eye!"
"You better shut the hell up!" The guard yelled as he slammed my cheek with his knuckles. "Next time you discide to go out of line, you better think of the consiquences!"
I lundged at him furiously, and attacked without really bothering to heave his warning. I didn't care! The back of my hand smasked to his face, causing him to swear in Russian. Then he gave a mighty kick to my stomach, I stumbled backwards with the wind knocked out of me.
This guard kept coming, I hit the wall, him pinning me there as he punched me in the face. "What did I tell you? Never step out of line! You'll only hurt yourself, your friends, everyone!" Then he gave a strong hit to my cheekbone and let me drop to the floor.
I cough and stared at him, through anger. But at the same time the words of Captain MacMillian played through my head. We were in the helicopter, after we have narrowly excape Prepyat. His leg broken and temerarily splinted, he looked over to me and proudly said, "I could never ask for a better leftenant. But, Price, never forget one thing. You must be patient, listen to what is happening around you, choose your moment."
I didn't think much of much of it at the time, but I was starting to see what he ment. And I ignored his advise, now I was suffering.
The guard took satispation to see my pain, "Had enough?" Then he turned to his chair.
"Choose your moment," MacMillian's voice repeated in my mind. The guard not looking I plowed into him. He flared his arms in surprise as he smacked into the stone wall.
"I've underestimated you, 627." The guard laughed.
"Stop calling me that," I sneered pressing my elbow to his spine.
"You know who it means," The guard hissed. "You know it means you! Don't deny it! You know it's true!"
"No," I growled, drilling my elbow deeper against his his back. "627 isn't my name, Prisoner isn't my name either! I am John Price! And you know this!"
"Get your freaking elbow out of my spinal cord!" The guard gagged. "Or I'll call renforcements!"
"Oh they're already coming," I corrected. "You probbly thought I'm stupid to attack without a plan! I know the guards are on their mary way, and I'm gonna take advantage of it!"
"What? Impossible," The guard shouted. "No one could come up with such an excape plan so fast! You don't even know the wat out!"
"Oh don't think I don't!" I snarled. "I memorized this whole place from day one! I know every hall, cell, interigation room, and exit like the back of my effin hand!"
Next thing I knew, more guards swarmed the room. All going straight for me! This was my chance, I made a wild dash for the door. Three ways to go, 'take a right!' I was practically flying down the halls.
I soon passed by the scrony man, he stared wild eyed and cheered, "Yah! Don't let these walls hold you in! Excape! Find help!" Then his voice faded away into the background as a manon the loudspeaker ordered something in Russian, and I was being chased down the corridors.
'The window! I can jump!' I picked up my speed, and surprisingly didn't leave a trail of flames behind me. The window drew closer and closer, running up to smack me. At the last minute I angled my body and hit the glass with my shoulder. Next thing I knew I fell backwards. 'Aw come one bulletproof windows? When could they afford this?' There was no time to be mad, had to get out. Practically burning the rubber souls of my shoes, I sprinted to the emergency exit. This was an emergency!
My body flew out the door and an alarm sounded as fire sprinklers went off. The guards were rushing after me, soaked and pissed. I didn't care how bloody cold it was, all I could think was 'got to get the hell out of here!'
Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks, a sheer cliff dropped to a deep and dark ocean below. I would be dead for sure! 'Think! Be stuck in a gulag for the rest of my life, or be dead and not trapped?' Meh, I was willing to take my chances, I got ready to jump.
The briskly cold wind whipped past me, then I stopped falling. Looking up one guard had managed to grab my jacket and was pulling me up, damn. As soon as I was on the ground he hissed, "You are very lucky that I don't kill you here!"
"Oh please, just do it so I don't have to dead with this shite anymore." I disagreed. "Go ahead, shoot me. Stab me. See if I give a damn."
"No," He told me harshly, much vemon leaking into his voice. "Why give you the satispation? You're gonna be in here for a long time. Get use to it, 627."
Rage rose within me, maybe I could kick him off the cliff? Well it wouldn't matter because a different guard kicked my head, knocking me out.
I came to in a new room, there was cameras everywhere! A laptop, and a new guard, a vector laid on his lap nd he eyed me for a long moment, "My my. If it isn't the man of many excape attemps."
"My my, if it isn't another one of the bastards united." I growled.
"Well we might as well get along," He grinned in such a way that made me feel, well, sickened. "I'm sure you're first guard didn't know that."
I wanted to punch him so bad, in fact, I could just take his weapon and bust out! But then I run the risk of a fail attempt again. For all I knew someone like my old friend Soap would come in and break me out of here. 'Oh who the hell am I kidding? I'm doomed to rot in this hell hole! What are the odds that Soap will break me out? What are the chances of being broken out at all?'

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A/N: Alright so we've caught up to Scarab and Price.

Yes this is where Scarab is now hit with all these dreded emotions that she's blocked herself from. But now we know that she is always gonna have Heatstrokes goggles around her neck. That little mental break down was just, an appifany. Or something like that.
And then we have Price and another one of his failed excape attempts. The bulletproof windows was just me being kind of mean to him, can't make the means of excape TOO easy can I?

We all know the next is the Gulag, and I'm doing it from a secret point of view! Hope you guy are excited to read it!