CL Fan Fiction
(This is a work of fiction, there will be a disclaimer at the bottom.)
"God almighty," Aelita said, surveying the damage. It was Sunday, so she had the day off. She had decided to spend it helping Odd and William repair the damages caused by the bar fight the night before. Jeremy was out buying supplies to help fix up the place.
Odd was in shock about what happened the night before, too shocked to even a joke.
"Freaking Ulrich," William muttered.
"I'm sorry, say again?" Ulrich said.
"I said, the target's name is Aelita Schaffer," Hort confirmed. "She and her father disappeared about twenty years ago, but she was just sighted in Paris. Apparently, under a bunch of false names, she's gotten a job as a professor at a local university. I gotta say, she looks good for thirty-three."
Actually, she was twenty-three. Her decade in Lyoko paused her biological development for ten years.
"Alright, alright," Ulrich replied. "I'll start looking."
"There's one more thing," Hort added. "You need to make sure she doesn't fall into the wrong hands. If you can't take her alive, if you can't stop her from being taken by other people, you take her out. She may have information that could harm a lot of people."
"Uh… yeah. Yeah, I'll get it done," Ulrich said, ending the call. He sat down on his bed.
He had never been so apprehensive about a job. Never had it been so personal. But why did have to happen right now? Part of him thought it was a trap. But either way, orders were orders.
He left the hotel, taking a few minutes to step into the hotel restaurant. He picked up a piece of bread to eat and a knife off of a table. It was not the best breakfast, but it would help. And the knife would help, too.
It did not take him long to find Jeremy and Aelita's apartment. Once there, he picked the lock with ease. He was hoping to find anything indicating where they were; a note on the fridge, a mark in the calendar, anything. He did not go to his dead-drop yet, thus he was unarmed. He figured it would look worse if someone found him burglarizing their apartment with a gun than it would to get caught without a gun.
He noticed a white couch with a long strand of black hair on it. It reminded him of Yumi's raven-black hair.
Forget the past, he reminded himself. You're operational.
How could he forget the past? He was looking right at it. Hell, there were even pictures of him and his friends back at Kadic in the apartment. How the hell could he ignore the past if it was looking at him right in the face.
Ulrich opened a glass door, and stepped onto a balcony. He wondered what he should do when he found Aelita; lie to her, threaten her, tell her the truth.
What was he thinking? This was his friend. This was someone who had saved his life, literally. Why could he not stop doing horrible things to the people he used to think of as family?
He could live with killing, easily. An Activity operator needed three confirmed combat kills to join, along with the other grueling requirements. Most, including Ulrich, had many more than that before he joined.
But how could he live with going after a close friend? Ok, they were not that close anymore, but still. He literally owed his life to this woman. Actually, a lot of people owed their lives to her. Ulrich, Yumi, and Odd; they played an important role fighting XANA's monsters and responding to situations, but Aelita was the one who deactivated towers. In fact, she had put life on the line more often than most soldiers Ulrich had seen. There were times she practically accepted her death in the effort to save thousands, if not millions.
What was Ulrich supposed to do? Follow orders, or stick up for a friend, for a hero.
That was the biggest difference between Ulrich and Aeltia; she was a hero. Heroine, whatever. Aelita was a selfless, kind individual who saved lives and diffused conflicts. Ulrich was a stone-cold killer who lied, committed crimes, and killed people for a living, under the supposed justification of serving his country. If either of them, Ulrich or Aelita, deserved a bullet to the back of the head, it was Ulrich.
That's when Ulrich heard the door open.
What the hell?
He ducked into a bedroom to hide. He heard two men talking in American English, surprisingly. They weren't French, and they definitely were not government-trained. Maybe ex-military, though. Which meant they were probably mercenaries.
When the moment was opportune, Ulrich attacked. He grabbed one guy, a short man with dark hair and a goatee, and slammed him against a wall. That always helped in a fight. The other guy, a blonde tall guy with a beard, was frightened, surprised by a stranger being in a supposedly empty apartment. Blondie, Ulrich's nickname for him, tried to fight back, but Ulrich grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm, and flipped him onto the ground.
The first guy, whom Ulrich nicknamed Shorty, got back up and attacked, but Ulrich countered, and this time launched a powerful kick to the guy's ankle, knocking him off his feet.
Ulrich saw a third guy enter the apartment. He was older, clean-shaven with a bald head and glasses. And he had a Taser in his hand.
Ulrich attacked quickly, trying to disarm Four-Eyes. He was able to get the guy to point the Taser at the man with the injured ankle, and Four-Eyes accidentally pulled the trigger, shocking the injured ankle guy.
Ulrich forced the weapon out of the man's hand, pushed him up against a wall.
"Who the hell are you people?!" the confused operator demanded.
Before Four-Eyes could answer, he sensed something moving toward his head. He ducked, and a metal rod meant for his head hit Four-Eyes instead. It was Blondie, and he would pay.
Ulrich grabbed Blondie's wrist with his left hand, and slammed his right fist into it. Blondie's wrist shattered. Ulrich's left hand grabbed Blondie's right arm, and Ulrich slammed his right elbow into Blondie's face. Ulrich then maneuvered around Blondie's arm, and then slammed his left elbow into Blondie's back. Blondie went down fast.
Suddenly, Shorty and Four-Eyes got up and ran out the door. Before Ulrich could go after them, Blonde ran out the glass door. He then jumped off the second-story balcony, and fell hard, but survived. Ulrich saw him limping away, then ran out the door. He quickly locked it, and then began chasing Shorty and Four-Eyes. Whoever the hell these guys were, they were not getting away.
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko or the character Colonel Scott "Hort" Horton. Code Lyoko and its characters are owned by Moonscoop. The character Colonel Scott "Hort" Horton is owned by Barry Eisler. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of fiction or are used fictitiously.