Steven Norrison
"Fire!"The man at the controls did as he was ordered, pressing down on a red button. A rocket shot out of the jet, crashing into a turret and causing a small explosion."Now take out the other one!" Steven released the button on the intercom and looked out at the scene before him. From the window of the cockpit of the drop-ship, he could see the entire base with it's shining steel and blazing turrets. Military fighter jets circled around it, some falling, some succeeding in taking down some of its defenses. This was it. This time, he would get her. He had seen her dash inside, her white hair marking her for who she was. He would have recognized that hair anywhere. Finally, the last turret was gone, and the drop ship flew lower. Fifty men, including Steven, jumped out, parachuting into the base, landing on the top of the walls and buildings. Some blew up as they landed on mines, others were impaled on the spikes, which covered the tops of the walls and buildings, that the others had managed to avoid. He dropped to the ground and ran forward, leading the others to the central building. The blast doors took some time to get through, but they soon succumbed to the steel cutters the troops had brought along. Steven dove to the side as they entered, bullets taking the place of where he had once stood. Several guns had been mounted on the ceiling and were shooting at them, while a mobile turret stood at the end of the hall, firing. A grenade launcher stood propped up against the vibrating machine, its trigger hooked up to a motor that pulled it, then released, pulled it, then released. Some more of his men fell, but the rest soon took out the threat. Still, the going was slow, as with each new corridor, there was a new barrage of weapons. When had she had the time to set all of this up? Had they really taken that long to move in? Steven was getting impatient. More of his men were falling. If this kept up, they might want to turn back. He had to keep going. He was so close! Finally, they came to the door of the control room and took out the last of the guns. With a nod from Steven, one of the men broke down the door and they stormed inside. Steven fumed with anger as he found it empty, with only the defense systems operating. "She's already escaping!" He ran back out the door and split his men into groups. His group headed straight for the main hanger, which was attached to the building they were in. They entered cautiously, keeping their guns up and their eyes peeled, sweeping across the seemingly deserted room. There! A flash of white! Two men opened fire, but were soon down as a single bullet pierced each of their necks. Only two more remained. They all dove behind giant metal boxes. Pulling the pin out with his teeth, Steven flung a smoke grenade in the direction he had seen the flash of white in. He and his men charged as it exploded. They were blind in the smoke, but they could at least hear. All it took, was that little shift, that tiny bit of sound, and he had her, his hand closing around his arm. A gun was pressed up against his forehead, but he managed to duck his head before it fired. He grabbed the arm with the gun and twisted it behind her back until she cried out and dropped the gun. His hand slipped for a moment as her foot made contact with his shin and her elbow sunk into his stomach, but he managed to grab her arm again as she tried to run. He called to his other men, who soon reached them and grabbed the girl as she struggled, her kicking legs helping to clear the thinning smoke. She finally stilled as Steven's gun pointed at her own forehead. Her eyes glared with a ferocity that was almost like an animal. He smiled. "Long time no see, Miss Lane." His men bound her arms and legs with handcuffs, then tied her to a chair. At a word from Steven, they left. He walked over to her, placing the nose of his gun on her forehead and sliding it up to pull off her headband, waving it in front of her face. Her eyes flashed with hatred, and he smiled wickedly. He had waited so long for this.