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Johnson slowly regained consciousness. He opened his eyes, and noticed his HUD was down. He checked to see if he had any injuries. He couldn't feel anything hurt, besides a dull ache coming from his right ankle. He pushed himself into a sitting position. Johnson did a visual check for any injuries. Finding none, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. He then manually rebooted his armor. After a minute of waiting, his HUD reappeared.

"EVA, armor and medical status," Johnson said.

"Armor is at full integrity. No major injuries detected," EVA stated.

"Thank the Lord for small favors," Johnson muttered. He looked around and noticed that there was no Tiberium in the area. The place was as clean as a blue zone. 'Well, that's odd,' Johnson thought as he picked up his carbine from where it was laying.

"EVA, scan the area for Tiberium contamination," Johnson stated.

"Analyzing, please wait...Scanning...Scanning... Area is free from Tiberium contamination," EVA stated. Johnson was shocked. This was a blue zone! 'A blue zone in the middle of a red zone, how is that possible?' Johnson thought. However, he would inform Command of this little miracle later; first he needed to find out where he was.

'What happened?' Johnson wondered. Johnson looked around and noticed a city in the distance. He zoomed in, and noticed that it didn't look like any yellow or blue zone city he has ever seen.

"EVA, what city am I looking at?" Johnson asked.

"City unknown," EVA said.

"Ok, where are we located?" Johnson asked.

"Location unknown," EVA stated. Johnson sighed, 'Great. Just great. Another day at the office, eh Ghost?' he thought. He held his carbine into a loose two handed grip and started to run towards the city. He ran for about five klicks before he got to the edge of the city. 'Ok, just find the nearest GDI garrison and ask for directions. Piece of cake... Man, Harrison is never going to let me live this down...' Johnson thought as he walked into the city.

As he got about half a block into the city, he heard what sounded like a GDI rail carbine and an Invader Shock Trooper's plasma weapon. Johnson shouldered his weapon and started running towards the sound. After about two blocks he ran past what at first glance looked like a fox. Johnson stopped running and did a double-take. He just ran past a fox on two legs. 'What the? What in the world is that?'

Johnson thought as he turned back and resumed running. He soon started running through a sea of human like animals. All of sorts of animals were there, lions, tigers, wolves, German Shepherds, toads, yellow labs, and even more ran past him as he shoved his way through. 'Whatever these things are, they obviously are afraid of something,' he thought. Once Johnson pushed his way through the crowd of animals, Johnson saw what looked like a child fox-like human running. A moment of humor ran through Johnson's mind before the situation squashed it, 'would you call him a kid or a kit?' Johnson then saw an older looking fox run towards the kid. Another rail carbine combined with a plasma launcher sound and before the older looking fox could get to the kid, he fell with a yelp of pain. Johnson ran and picked up the kit before the kit could run out to grab the fallen older fox. Johnson quickly ran behind cover and placed the kit there.

"Stay here, kid," Johnson said, before he raced out. He saw several of those animals with what seemed like weapons in their hands. Johnson reached out, grabbed the older fox by the collar of the shirt he was wearing and started dragging the fox toward the kit.

"Hey look at the white freak. Fifty credits to whoever can bring me its head," Johnson heard one of the animals with weapons shout. Johnson dragged the older fox into cover just as the animals started shooting at him.

Johnson set the older fox down carefully as the kit yelled, "Dad!" Johnson gave the older fox a once over and saw a plasma burn right in the middle of the back.

Johnson reached down and placed a comforting hand on the kits shoulder while he said, "Don't worry kid, your dad will be fine. Now stay here while I deal with these cowards." The kit nodded his head as he held his father in a hug. The older fox returned it, although barley. Johnson took cover at the corner of the cover they were hiding behind and peeked out.

There were about twenty, twenty five animals with guns out there. Four of them were running towards his position. Johnson leaded out and fired three times, dropping three of the four running at him. Johnson the rolled out of cover and fired at the last remaining runner as it tried to figure out what had just happened. As the last runner fell, Johnson charged forward as he unloaded his carbine at the hostiles. Four more dropped from his assault before they took cover. Johnson quickly slid behind cover as the animals started popping out from cover, taking pot shots at him. 'These guys have no idea on how to use numbers against an opponent. This will be too easy,' Johnson thought. He stood up, and killed two more of the animals. He quickly activated his jump-pack and sailed over the hostiles. He landed, spun around and killed five more before they took cover again. Johnson let a primal, humorless grin grace his features as he ran for some cover as he dodged their badly aimed return fire.

As he rolled into cover, he heard the same animal as before yell, "Kill him already! Rush him!" Johnson popped up from behind his cover and saw the animal that yelled that. Johnson quickly fired at the animal, landing all three rounds from the single burst Johnson shot on its head. The animal dropped. Johnson ducked back into cover and pulled two fragmentation grenades from his belt.

"Got a little present for ya!" he yelled as he threw the grenades into the group of hostiles. Johnson ducked and the grenades went off as soon as they hit the ground. Johnson then threw himself over his cover and rushed in.

Using the chaos he caused, Johnson quickly closed the gap between him and his attackers. Johnson slung his weapon. He jump-kicked the first one in the throat, crushing it. He then grabbed the arm of one who tried to punch him, and broke the animals arm. He then drew his knife and plunged its throat. He then wrenched the knife out and slashed at a third animal. Johnson scored a deep gash on the third animal's arm. He then twisted the knife into an underhanded grip. He then twisted around and stabbed it into a forth animal behind him. He ripped the knife out and delivered an upper cut to the third animal in front of him. He then grabbed its collar, pulled it towards him and drove his armored knee into its groin, all the while sheathing his knife. Johnson then wrapped his arms around its head and quickly broke its neck. He then activated his jump-pack and flew over the melee he had created and unslung his carbine again.

He landed behind cover, hard. His right ankle gave out under the abuse he had been putting it under, and he collapsed to one knee. Johnson gritted his teeth in pain as he forced himself back to his feet. 'Crap,' he thought as he felt his right ankle nearly refuse to take any weight, 'there goes my mobility. If I don't finish this fight soon, I'm done.' Johnson leaned on the cover he landed behind and aimed over it. He started to fire over the animals' heads to suppress them. They all dove for cover as he did this. 'These aren't even trained soldiers. Just punks with guns,' Johnson thought as he continued to suppress the hostiles. He did a quick head count. There were nineteen of these guys left. Johnson stopped spraying them down with fire and focused on his accuracy. When one of the animals popped up to fire at him, Johnson put a burst right through its head. Johnson ducked back into cover.

"EVA, try and get in contact with GDI Command, ands see if you can get some reinforcements over here," Johnson said.

"Searching... no GDI Communication satellites in range...Searching for GDI forces in range...No GDI transmissions detected," EVA stated.

"EVA, try and get in contact with either these animal's law enforcement agency or military. I need some back-up here," Johnson said.

"Stand by, initiating search for any nearby law enforcement or military authorities..." EVA said. While he waited, Johnson popped back up and put two more hostiles down with a few quick bursts of his carbine. Johnson ducked back down as a massive wave of fire hit his cover. He stood back up and shot three more hostiles before he saw a brown and blue fox run into the courtyard he was in. Both of them started shooting with what seemed like the same kind of weapons the hostiles were shooting with.

"EVA, mark the two foxes as allied," Johnson said, as he fired five more bursts, killing three hostiles.

"Marking unidentified aliens as allies," EVA stated. Johnson watched as the two foxes split up. The brown one diving forward into cover, as the blue one ran towards him. Johnson started spraying the hostiles down with fire, forcing all of them to duck back into cover. Another animal joined the fray, this time a blue avian. This one fired and almost strutted across the battlefield in a cocky manner. 'The birdbrain is going to get himself killed,' Johnson thought as the blue fox slid next to him, in cover.

"Who are you?" the blue fox asked with a, surprisingly, British female voice.

"Call me Ghost. What's your name?" Johnson asked, as he took cover to let his carbine cool down.

"My name is Krystal." She said. She stood up and took a few shots with her weapon. Johnson stood back up and fired off a few rounds. He was forced to duck back down as a few rounds flew too close to his head. Johnson grunted in pain as he put too much weight on his ankle. "Are you ok?" she asked.

"I'm sorry to say, but my mobility has been compromised. I'm basically immobile with my injury. I think I might have torn a ligament...or worse," Johnson said, as he gritted his teeth as his right ankle flared up in pain again.

"Ok, just let us take care of this," Krystal said.

"Are you military or law enforcement?" Johnson asked.

"Huh?" Krystal said as she stood back up and took a few shots.

"What's your unit considered, military or law enforcement?" asked Johnson again.

"Our team is called Star Fox," she said, "We are a mercenary outfit."

'Oh great, mercs,' Johnson thought, 'Just my freaking luck.'

"What's so bad about mercenaries?" she asked.

"You fight for money, that's why," Johnson said, as he stood back up and killed four more hostiles, all of them with shots to the head. The battlefield all of the sudden got a lot quieter as everyone stopped shooting. The remaining two hostiles came out with their hands up. Johnson limped out of cover with his weapon covering the two surrendering enemies.

"GDI! Hands in the air! Do not move!" Johnson said. He pushed himself to ignore the pain in his ankle. He dashed forward and quickly knocked the two surrenders down. He flipped them over onto their backs and placed his knees in the middle of their backs. He grabbed their hands, placed them behind their backs and zip tied them. He then stood up and dragged the other two up as well.

"Is there a medic here?" Johnson yelled out as he pushed the two prisoners at the blue avian.

"Here, we'll get you to a hospital," Krystal said as she walked over to me.

"Not for me, there is a wounded civilian over there," Johnson said as he pointed at the place that he left the kit and his father, "Take care of them first. This isn't the first time I've been hit."

Johnson started to run over to the place that he left the civilians and found that they had not moved. The kit looked like he had been crying. Johnson moved over to the older fox, as he pulled out his medical kit.

"How are you doing, little guy?" Johnson asked as he kneeled down, set the medical equipment next to the wounded fox, and removed his helmet. His regulation cut brown hair was soaked with sweat and his normally white face was red from all of his exertions.

"Will my dad be ok mist-" the kid said before he stopped, looking at Johnson's face.

"Don't worry, kid. I've seen men survive worse wounds then that and be fit enough for combat duty in a week," Johnson said, lying through his teeth. The wound his father had was bad. Johnson started to treat the wound as well as he could. He looked over his shoulder and saw Krystal standing there, her hand (paw?) covering her mouth in shock. 'Now you know how I feel,' he thought as he focused back on the wound. Johnson was able to stabilize the fox, but if he didn't get more medical attention, his future looked very bleak. Johnson put his helmet back on and picked the fox up bridal style, being careful not to touch the fox's injuries. Pain lanced through Johnson's body as the added weight was felt upon his bad ankle. Johnson wasn't able to stop the cry of pain that escaped his lips.

"What are you doing?" asked the brown fox as he ran up to us.

"My job," Johnson stated through his gritted teeth, "EVA, find the nearest hospital and plot the quickest route. Also, discontinue search for military or law enforcement reinforcements."

"Searching...Searching...Hospital located, plotting quickest course...Course plotted. Placing NAV marker now," EVA stated. A green marker appeared on Johnson's HUD. Johnson started running towards it; he grunting in pain with each step but not letting it slow him at all. He ran straight towards the green marker. He jumped and activated his jump-pack. He flew over the building right in front of him and found an empty road waiting for him. He landed on the ground; left leg extended more than his right. He still yelped in pain even though he cushioned his landing with his left leg. He pushed the searing pain out of his mind again and ran as fast as he could. The green marker showed that the hospital was about three fourths of a klick away, but when it came to a city, Johnson knew a half a klick could quite easily take more time that he had.

"EVA, focus all energy on my jump-pack. Get it recharged as fast as possible," Johnson said as he booked it down the street.

"All energy is now focused on the jump-pack," EVA's monotone voice stated. Johnson checked his jump-pack's status and saw that it was ready for another jump. He activated it and flew down the street. He landed again with a cry of pain. 'Much more of this,' Johnson thought as he started running again, 'and I'll put myself out of action. The GDI needs me to stay in top shape... But it isn't worth this civi's life.' Johnson's right ankle was hurting worse than ever, but he pushed himself faster because of it. He focused himself completely on getting to the hospital as fast as he humanly could. He checked his jump-pack and saw that it was about halfway charged. He continued running, with the hospital about half a klick away. 'A third of the way there,' Johnson thought as he checked the jump-pack's charge again. This time it was fully charged.

He jumped and activated it again. He flew down the street and landed. Johnson continued to run. He focused on nothing but placing one foot in front of the other as fast as he could. He activated his jump-pack one more time, after he realized it had recharged, as he was about an eighth of a klick away. He landed hard and pain lanced up his ankle again, this time with a sickening crack. Johnson was able to, however, maintain his balance and speed. He continued to run as fast as he could. The pain coming from his right ankle was worse than ever. Every time his right foot came down, extreme pain would lance up his leg. When he reached the hospital, he rushed right through the doors.

"I need a doc here now!" Johnson yelled as he ran in.

"What happened?" a nearby nurse asked as she looked at the fox in Johnson's arm.

"He took a round to the back. I patched it up as best I could with what I had. Now get him to a doc!" he yelled.

"Set him there," the nurse said, pointing to a stretcher. Johnson set the old fox onto it and the nurse wheeled the fox out of sight. Johnson limped over to a nearby couch and all but collapsed onto it. He took off his jump-pack, set it near him, and quickly passed out from the pain coming from his right ankle.