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If he had ever made a list of things he had hated, guard duty would rank in the top five of things that Jacob West hated. It wasn't so much that he disliked standing around. Unlike most of the soldiers around him, even before ha had been changed, he didn't mind standing around doing nothing. No, the reason Jacob hated guard duty wasn't so much for what he had to do, as to who he had to do it for. If he ever made a list of things he hated most, right above guard duty, you would find two groups: Gentek and Blackwatch.

Unfortunately, he was on his way to perform guard duty and he was working for Gentek and Blackwatch. So it's pretty easy to understand why he was in a bad mood. At least... if you knew him.

"So, Jake," said one of the random soldiers who were sitting beside him. He never really bothered to learn their names. However, sitting beside someone in a chopper was enough to some to make them believe they were friends or something. "Think we're going to see any action, guarding this... what are we guarding again?"

"Listen," Jacob said, more than a little irritated. "I don't know. I'm not paid to know. You aren't either, if you know what's good for you." Which, in reality, was nothing more than a lie. He knew exactly what they were guarding. Athena had made sure of it. And Jacob did indeed know whether or not they were going to see action. The short answer was yes. The slightly longer answer was: yes, he'd make sure of it.

"Geez," griped the soldier, turning away, "what died and crawled into his cheerios?"

"Can it, Wisniewski!" Barked the commanding officer. "West is right. The details of this mission are way above your pay grade. The eggheads discovered something that need to be guarded so that Mercer doesn't get his hands on it. It's your job to guard it. That is all you need to know."

Jacob snorted. These Blackwatch goons were little more than idiots. Time and again, Mercer or one of his evolved showed up and wrecked entire bases worth of men and equipment. Did they really think that three choppers were going to do jack against them?

Suddenly, a voice rang out in his ear. "30 seconds to arrival."

The captain started barking orders. "Wisniewski, Connors, rendezvous with Chopper Two and secure the perimeter. Johnson, Guzman, you join Chopper Three on the roof and watch the skies. According to the latest info, Mercer can fly. West, new guy, you guys are with me while we retrieve the package."

Jacob jumped out of the chopper and followed after the captain and the other man. The captain he wasn't too worried about. He was just a regular soldier. It was the other that had him concerned. Standing a good eight feet tall, it was obvious he was either from "project D-code" or the newer project "Orion". Either way, he was a super soldier... that made this mission all the harder. Better hope this morgue wasn't a tight, enclosed space. Otherwise, this just might get dirty.