"A King's Game." ZERO Level Part 1 Teaser

    Jytra circled over the massive crowd a few more times, still searching for Ryoko and her captors. The wind shifted slightly, forcing him to dive a bit lower, but his vision remained unaffected. "No sign yet, Sir." He spoke into the ear bud headset. 

    "Find a vantage point over the center." DarkAngel replied calmly over the comm.

    "Will do," It took him a fraction of a second to locate the perfect spot: a five-story building only a few football fields away from the city's inner sanctum...and the center of the mob riot. Flying over to it, he circled a bit, then reached for his SG-1, and tucked his arms in. He freefell for a bit, then opened his arms wide to catch the air, and soften his landing.

    Not wasting any time more than necessary, Kabuel loaded a magazine into rifle and locked the bolt as he walked toward the building's edge. His cybernetic eye scanned the crowd, zooming in and out, and finally picked out a beautiful woman with cyan hair being restrained by two Juraian; it was Ryoko. "Got her." He spat over the comm.

    "What's the escort look like?"

    He popped the lens cover off the rifle scope, unfolded the bipod legs, and got into the proper position. There were nearly ten or so guards, a few Juraian Guardians, and a few noblemen  "Like someone isn't taking any chances. More shit around her than a Ro'Gath."

    "Ringleader?"

    Jytra looked thought the scope and zoomed in, spotting the front man of the escort group, "A medium sized man, pretty portly."

    "Any sign of our boys?"

    "Nada."

     Jytra could hear a muffled curse from the other end of the line.

*    *    *

    "Damnit," The Dragon Emperor cursed. James and Tenchi weren't at the center yet, and that could mean trouble if the ringleader carried through with what he predicted. DarkAngel stared out the window at the light emanating from the center of the city.

    "What is it, Marcus?" Sara asked as she rested a hand on her husband's shoulder.

    "No sign of Tenchi or James yet." He breathed.

    "What does that mean? Don't you have a sniper out there?" Washu asked outright.

    "Doesn't matter." Cheetor said while leaning up against a cracked pillar in the room. "The sniper is the failsafe."

*    *    *

    Ryoko fought the restraints of her captors, and contested the energy field holding her with a few jabs. "Let me go, you bastards!" She roared. "I've got rights, damnit!"

    "Oh, and what rights would that be, Miss Ryoko?" The Nobleman sneered.

    "Don't you ever watch the news, you fool? I have protected citizen's rights given to me by the Holy Council of Jurai!"

    "Well the king has given me rights, Miss Ryoko..."

    Ryoko cocked an eyebrow, "What does that mean?"

    He cackled, "Ha! I get the honor and the right of avenging all those that you have killed! All the children, all the mothers and fathers that died by your hand!" Ryoko's angered mood began to subside and the feeling of guilt made it's way back into her heart. He gloated over her and continued, "Look at this crowd...everyone in it hates you. To them, you're nothing but a murderer, a demon without a soul..." He let the thoughts of hatred and despair settle into Ryoko's mind, He leaned closer to her, putting his mouth next to her ear, "And now you will pay for all your crimes, demon-bitch..."  

*    *    *

    Tenchi and Silverwolf fought yet another wave of guards as they made their way to the center. Every turn and every alley was covered in guards, and one after another, Tenchi and James either defeated them, or made them run away. 

    Overhead, the roar of ORCA engines could be heard as they streaked across the sky in search of the fugitive King of Jurai. While Tenchi did have his own comm link turned down as to focus on finding his love, he could still hear the relaying command of the soldiers saying "Clear!" when nothing was found.

    "Hey Masaki! Over here!" James yelled in a whisper. He motioned for him to run over to a small alleyway. Tenchi sprinted over to him, and they both continued on to the middle.

    "How far are we, James?" Tenchi asked, slightly short of breath.

    Silverbolt pulled out the small tracking device and tapped a few of the onscreen commands, then placed it back on his side. "A good few hundred yards." He combed back his hair with his hand and sighed.

    "Care for a sprint?" the Juraian prince asked the wolf-man in a somewhat jokingly, yet entirely true tone.

    James patted him on the shoulder before placing his Wakazashi back into his scabbard, "Thought you'd never ask."

    Both men then sprinted toward the crowd, where they were suddenly greeted with a disheartening sight.

    "OH NO!"

*    *    *

    "Holy shit, he's pulling out a dagger!" Jytra yelled into the mic. He took aim at the Juraian's head and zoomed in, locking on with his eye. "I have a clear shot, sir, let me take it!"

    "No soldier, you will hold weapons until I say so!" came back over the comm.

    The nobleman began to show the dagger to the crowd of Juraians, raising the riot's noise to a higher cheer. Then he turned to the helpless Ryoko...

   "Running low on time here, let me take it!" Jytra yelled.

   "No! hold weapons, damnit!"

   "Let me take the shot!" He yelled back in Egyptian.

   There was a pause, then a few muffled words were exchanged, then there was silence.

   "Sir?"

   No response.

   "SIR?!?"

   The radio sound was replaced by white noise. 

   The other end had been turned off...

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