Silverdale, Washington
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them straight in to the plant," Commander Jiang Chi says.
The terrorist group sits outside the plant, waiting to begin their strike. Jiang Chi hopes to come out of this fight alive, but is prepared, like all his men, to die. So far they meet the goal to cause a distraction and use up valuable resources, now it is time to end things here.
"What of the police?" Whitmire asks.
"I've already taken care the problem. What's your arrival time?"
"We should make it there within fifteen minutes."
"Excellent."
Whitmire hangs up the secure line and turns around. Doug stood in the door way, anger twisted on his face. "Setting us up. I wasn't sure you were a traitor until now," he spats.
"How long have you been standing there?" Whitmire asks, thoughts of escape running frantically throughout his head.
"Long enough to hear what I needed. I'd kill you now with a moment's hesitation, but you're too valuable, so you're under arrest."
Doug starts moving forward when Whitmire holds up his hands in front of him. "Whoa! Now wait a minute," he says beginning to back up, tying to buy time. "You've got it all wrong, I'm not informing anyone."
"No?" Doug asks, stopping his advancement and putting on a confused look on his face.
Feeling confident and in control, Whitmire relaxes. "You've got it wrong. I'm a good guy here and certainly no traitor," Whitmire explains.
"I find it strange how you have provided information about the whereabouts of these terrorists. You should have had different people report to me instead of just you."
"You got me there," Whitmire says and he leaps at Doug. He tackles Doug. Both men slam into the wall. Doug landed a punch in Whitmire's stomach then uppercutted him with an elbow causing Whitmire to stumble back several feet. Doug wanted to put a quick end to the fight, so he reached for his gun. Whitmire is quicker, once again lunging at him. As Doug manages to slip the gun from its holster, Whitmire grabs his wrist and slams Doug's hand against the wall until his grip releases it.
Doug swings with his opposite hand toward Whitmire. He blocks the attack easily not expecting the knee to his groin. Whitmire doubles over, Doug quickly grabs him and slams his head into the wall. Whitmire drops to the floor with a moan. Doug reaches for his gun, but Whitmire's foot lands in the back of Doug's knee, causing him to land hard on the floor. Whitmire moves swiftly, grabbing him in a choke hold.
"I knew it wouldn't be easy to kill you, but with you gone, it'll be easier to complete my task," Whitmire says. He squeezes tighter, further cutting off Doug's air supply.
"How long...How long have you been..."
"A traitor?" Whitmire finishes the sentence. "You don't think Adams was the only one working for them do you?"
Doug isn't surprised at the answer; he almost expected one like it.
How many more are there?
If he survived this, he was determined to find out.
Whitmire continues to squeeze, blackness begins closing in on Doug. Being on his knees doesn't provide much in the way of leverage, but he is determined to not give up. Feigning, he lets his body relax and go limp. Whitmire relaxes his hold briefly giving Doug the opportunity he needs.
He grabs Whitmire's arm, sinking his fingers into his skin as hard as he can. Whitmire howl, but keeps his hold of Doug. Doug is already maneuvering into a better position. Once he has his center of gravity below Whitmire's, he forces Whitmire over his shoulder, tossing him across the length of the office and into the desk. The desk shatters into pieces on impact. Whitmire recovers quickly, standing up, grabbing a leg of the wooden desk. He turns expecting to see Doug standing across the space, but is surprised as he comes down from the air landing a fist into his face.
Doug grabs Whitmire as he stumbles from the unexpected blow. He pulls Whitmire in close and then head butts him. Blood spurts from Whitmire's broken nose. Doug lets go of him, letting him drop to the floor. "You are right; it is hard to kill me. Now like I said, you are under arrest."
Whitmire slowly gets to his feet, starring down Doug the entire time. "Only one is going to leave here alive, but if it's not going to be me, then I'm taking you with me," Whitmire says, as blood drips down his face.
"Give it a rest. You've already tried your best."
"Sir, we are approaching the power plant," a voice says over the intercom.
Whitmire takes the moment of distraction and rushes Doug. Doug accepted the attack and both men slam into the door. The door shudders from the impact, threatening to give way. Doug began to push away when a loud explosion rocked the semi. The door is no longer a concern, because the entire back half of the trailer is gone. What is left is on fire. Flames lick at the two men as the truck swerves, the driver trying to gain control. Whitmire loses his balance and rolls out, grabbing hold of a piece of the truck at the last moment.
Doug takes a look at the other truck, which remains unhindered, then dives for Whitmire's hand. He grabs it just as Whitmire's grip falters. Whitmire looks up with confusion all over his face.
Before anything can be said, another explosion rocks the semi, causing it to overturn. Doug is forced to release his grip on Whitmire. Whitmire flies from the truck. He hits the pavement rolling, coming to a stop as his body wraps around a tree.
Doug crawls out from underneath the overturned semi. With only a few cuts and bruises, he is otherwise just dazed. The other semi suffers the same fate as his. What remains of the tactical force is trying to gather themselves as they fall under attack.
Chinese soldiers dressed like the ones from American Falls, begin pouring out from the power plant. Bullets rip by as the tactical force took cover.
"Get cover and return fire! Don't let them overrun us!" Doug shouts to his men.
They don't have great cover behind the smoldering wreckage, but they are Doug's best soldiers. Seeing Doug doesn't have a gun, one of the soldiers tosses one to him.
