Bad Dreams Ch. 15
By Morlock and RC

The pilot hit the red button right above his head and slowly the hatch opened with a loud, "HIIIIISSSSSSSSSS"

He stepped out and drew his pistol. All three of these people were far better fighters than he could hope to be. He did not plan on getting his *ss kicked now. He had more important things to do.

He pressed a button on his belt and his aircraft hummed to life. The grounded helicopter was surrounded by that green glow again and he stepped back.

He screeching of metal set his teeth on edge as the helicopter was ripped apart by the psycho powered super magnet built into his air craft.

One side of the helicopter was ripped off and he hit the button again, disabling the super magnet.

He walked slowly toward the helicopter with his pistol at ready. He had orders not to kill, but that wouldn't stop him from shooting them in the knees.

He approached the opening and peered inside. Lying on the floor was the subject and the Chinese girl that kept troubling Shadowloo's drug trafficing.

He slowly pointed his gun through an open metal door and peered into a short passage. Masters was lying there on his face. He had seen his special "training" in Bison's now destroyed base. It had not been pleasant when he screamed.

He hurried over the body and into the cockpit. There was the Air Force bum with the brush haircutt. He checked for a pulse and was relieved to find him alive. Bison would have his *ss if any of them were injured.

He pulled the small communications radio off his belt and turned it on.

"SIR ARE YOU THERE?"

"OF COURSE I AM YOU IMBECILE."

"NONE ARE HARMED MORTALLY, BUT ALL LOOK TO SUFFER INJURIES."

"FROM THE CRASH?"

"NO SIR. I LET THEM DOWN EASY ENOUGH. IT SEEMS THAT ADON WAS RIGHT WHEN HE SAID RYU HAD GONE MAD."

"I SEE... BRING HIM TO ME, EXCEPT FOR THE AIR FORCE PILOT. SOMEONE SHOULD NOTIFY THE AUTHORITIES."

"YES SIR."

The pilot switched off his radio and re-clipped it to his belt. He pulled a length of rope from his pack and went to tying knotts so he could bing Guile for easier transportation.

He reached out for the man's hand, but hit something as light flashed. He pulled back his hands in pain. He saw that the rope had been partially burned. He looked in shock as a blue field surrounded the prone man slumped in the pilot's seat.

He rushed out into the walkway and saw that Master's was glowing as well. He hurried to where the fighter and the woman were and found her also surrounded by the hot blue light.

The man's blow was covered in sweat. He looked as if he was having a bad dream, or concentrating very hard. The glow around him was not as bright, but it was there.

*He's doing it. He must be expending his own energy to shield them all from capture*

He pulled the radio out again.

"LORD BISON?"

"WHAT IS IT?"

"THE FIGHTER IS PROTECTING THEM ALL FROM ME. I CAN'T GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH OR TIE THEM. HE HAS SURROUNDED THEM ALL WITH A CHI FIELD THAT BURNS."

"IS HE CONCIOUS?"

"NO AND HIS FIELD ISN'T AS BRIGHT. I THINK HE IS WEAK FROM THE EXERTION. IF I WAIT I MIGHT BE ABLE TO TAKE THEM THEN AFTER HE HAS DRAINED HIMSELF."

"NO, TIME IS SHORT AND THERE WILL BE A HOMING BEAKON ON THE HELICOPTER. cAN YOU GET CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HIS HAIR?"

He tried, but was burned again. His gloves smoked and his hand pained him.

"NOT QUITE."

"USE YOUR KNIFE AND BRING ME A LOCK OF HAIR. I HAVE AN IDEA."

"YES SIR."

And with that he drew his knife and thrusted it near the scorching body.