"You were out in Israel? Bloody hell, you're a long ways from the desert, Captain. I never knew you to be from those regions. In all honesty, I don't care what factions are out there, I hate the heat. Makes me want to puke. I always end up giving in and falling asleep. I spent my time in Britain, you know. Started out as a pathetic little private, worked my way up to Sergeant before meeting up with the Americans. Let me tell you, those guys are brutes. All brawn and hardly any brain, but they sure do get the job done. They're guns were so bad, I had to go begging the higher rankers for an SA80 rather than those petty M4s. They gave me G36. I guess it's okay.

"Oh, don't want to put you asleep, eh? Come on, I'm starved."

"G36's are fine weapons. Fan of the SCAR H-Bar myself, that and the Galil. But that's probably the IDF nostalgia."

They made it to the pizza joint rather quickly. They entered the shop.

"Hey, can I get uh 5-no uh 10 large pepperoni pizzas? Thanks lad"

Slade paid the man at the counter, and recieved the pizzas giving half to Gale. As they walked back to the pickup, he saw 6 laege men come out from an alleyway. They looked at both of them, pulled out blades and said.

"Empty your fucking pockets before we gut you!"

Slade looked at Gale and smiled.

"Lad, there's only 6 of you, I really doubt that's fair"

"Fuck off, shouldn't you be back in england?"

"Accents Scottish and I'm from Israel, you ass."

The largest of the group swung at Slade. He grabbed the arm, and twisted it. The man fell to his knees, and Slade punched him in the throat. He fell back gasping for air.

2 more ran towards Slade. While the other 3 ran towards Gale.

"Don't kill em Gale, I got some amnesia shots for after we take em down. I got these guys. You get those three!"

Lowrey walked back to his room, and sat down at his desk. He took a look at the infection on his arm, which had now spread up closer to his shoulder. Lowrey maneuvered the pill out from under his tongue, and put it in his pocket. He opened up his laptop, and began to read a new email he received.

*He headed back to his dorm. The conversation he heard didn't concern him at all.*

I need answers. I need answers on what happened that day. The day when Dr.Gears called me into his office. The day I lost my memories about me and Dr.Ether.

*He made it to his dorm. He opened his door and went inside. He grabbed ammo and his custom designed combat knife. He put his combat knife in his combat knife holster and the ammo in his mini ammo pouche.*

It's time I got some rest. Once I wake up, I know what I'm going to do next.

*He fell asleep almost immediately.*

Thugs? Worse, they were cooperating wih eachother? How this was so Gale could not fathom. Slade took down one guy. 2 left on him and another 3 for Gale. It had been a long time since martial arts was ever use of him, yet the rush of blood brought back many memories.

The first of the three came in with a rather weak lunge. An easy block and a quick punch knocked him out. The next came much faster, though not as fast as he cared for. He lunged from the side, but was met by a block and a quick punch in the temple. The third, however, Gale smiled.

He lowered himself into a fighter stance and smiled. This... this would be very enjoyable.

Slade ran towards the second and delivered a massive kick to his kneecap. His leg bent horrendously and he fell to the floor. Slade punched him in the face to knock him out. The last pulled a gun, but Slade grabbed it too quickly for a shot to be fired. He pulled the gun up, breaking the man's trigger finger. He fell on his back and gasped.

"How the hell."

Slade smiled.

"Krav Maga son."

He stomped on the man's chest and most likely broke a few ribs. He then injected the three downed men with the amnesia shots. He turned to see Gale fight.

The fight was muchmore brief than he expected. He was slow, and Gale hadn't the patience to continue. He was hungry. He wanted to eat, and no low-life cretin was going to stop him.

Upon a weak punch, Gale simply went for hia face. He felt a crack and there he ws on the ground. Gale looked to Slade and said, "Come on, before somebody sees-"

The man behind him had gotten back up. He screamed at Gale to face him. He was ignored, si he ripped off Gale's hoodie.

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"Oh yes, because a hoodie is all sorts of inconspicous. I bet that guy was just burning to see my face. Nice work."

Slade drove, and the man was running away, hoping to erase the memory from his mind.

"Well he's not gonna remember it... still got one more shot if you want it."

Slade chuckled.

"I imagine this'll be a nice break from shooting stuff though. The pizza I mean, not beating up thugs."

"Hey, do you know what we should do about Lowrey? I honestly feel bad for him, and he might be booted anytime soon"

Gale pulled out the jade ring and looked over it.

"It's a wonder this thing can be so helpful, and still kill you at the same time. I remember I watched someone test it. Some Class-D, he was smart, I guess. He ended up slobbering after the third day and providing us with nonsensical gibberish. He eventually went to sleep and, well that was the end of it. So we put the ring back and threw the Class-D in a grave. No parting prayers for him, that's for sure."

"We could talk to the higher ups, and see if we could get him to lead the research for 714. We may be able to figure out how to cancel its negative effects. Plus he could be around it more and wear it for periods of time. What do you think?"

He looked at the pizzas.

"Damn, lets hurry they're gonna get cold at this rate"