(Upon request. The first chapter is not completely done at all. I most likely will mod this some more before I start to work on chapter 2.)
Chapter 1: Infiltration
The air seemed to thicken as he lay in the tall grass area, his body completely still. The high-grass seemed to cover him completely as the wind blew. Each piece flapping over him, making it looks as though he was not there. His camouflaged outfit even heightened his invisibility in the surrounding area. Moving ever so slightly, no one could see him from long range unless they knew exactly where he was. Clutched in his right hand was his beloved Sheila, a Mauser SP66. With each move he made, the gun shifted and moved with him in the rough grass. The barrel of the gun was pointed to the left while the butt of the gun was to the right, perpendicular to his body.
Beginning to get impatient, he quickly went into a crouching position and started to walk a bit more swiftly through the grass, his rifle positioned in his two hands out in front. Having only his head showing just above the grass gave him a better sight of the surrounding area. The brightened sky off in the distant caste an eerie shadow from the trees on the field he was in. As he continued moving swiftly through the area, the shadows danced back and forth through his eyes, setting off a distinct appeal to his overly burdened body. The grass seemed to depart with each step he made, as though it was a wake in an emptiness of sea. Reaching a nearby oak tree, he stood and leaned against it. His breathe was beginning to feel heavy and his legs were shot from the running. His figure was not that tall compared to the oak tree, giving him about a 5’11” appeal. Looking down at his body, he could notice his clothing were torn and ripped from being prone on the ground, but to him it did not matter. He was nearly at his mark and all he had to do was keep from being watched.
Shifting his head to the right, he looked to examine the area that was left in front of him. Appearing clear, he threw his rifle over his shoulder but still grabbed onto his pistol that was located in a side strap on the bottom of his calf. Pulling it out, he examined the side of the Desert Eagle and saw the engraving on it; his name. The inscription on the weapon was a signification of his position in the force. The name itself matched the dog tags that drifted across his neck. Each soldier of his armed forces had one. He rubbed his fingers over the inscribed metal to feel the section that was his. As he finished stroking the last S, his mind started to drift about his situation.
Why did I sign up for this? Hell, why are we even at war in the first place? And what the hell am I actually doing? All I was told was to go to contact Zulu inside the city…
Snapping back to reality, he motioned forward through the seemingly inactive enclosure. With each step he looked left and right then straight ahead for any possible assailants. As the steps increased to the other end, he became less cautious and began to go into a light jog throughout the rest. The brisk air began to hit him in the face with each increase in speed, making him turn and look down as he ran. Tree by tree he passed until he came to the destination he was looking for, a cliff. Stopping momentarily behind another tree before he proceeded, he began to hesitate.
”This is too easy,” he muttered to himself as he began to glance past the tree by tilting his head, “For someone with this high of rank, he should at least have gu-“
Suddenly a tree snap could be heard to the right of him. Leaping out of the way, a loud chain of shots could be heard then bullets soon blazed past his head and hit directly onto the tree he was leaning against. Coming to a complete stop into a crouching position, three shots were fire immediately from his desert eagle. With each shot came deadly accuracy as he heard the faint moans and screams of those in agony. As he stared from his crouching position, he could see he smoke emulate from the barrel of the Desert Eagle. His eyes then shifted to the ones that had fallen in the distance and then started to pick up the pace once more. This time, he headed straight towards the cliff. To both sides of him he could hear automatic shots being fired and the ground being torn up behind him. Glancing to both sides, he could see about 5-6 men shooting with bursts towards him. Making his eyes back to in front of him, he could see the cliff 15 meters ahead. His body soon went into a full blown sprint and leaped off the cliff, leaving the assaulting men behind.
The cool air slapped across his face even harder as he fell from the land above. The clothes that he had on tattered behind him as his speed increase from the merciless fall. His mind was wondering as he was trying to figure out some way to safely land this, but it seemed to be no avail. Bullets were still ripping by him and shouts could be heard. No matter where he landed, he was most likely going to encounter hostile territory. His head shifted below to see how much time he had left before ground zero. Scanning the fall, he could see it was still another 5 seconds or so, then splat. His eyes shifted to the left and saw a small branch that could be seen just before the ground. His left arm extended out and his palm smacked dead against the branch. His momentum spun him around the small branch before he let go. The circular speed continued as he did 2 flips in the air before landing into a kneeling position on the ground unscathed. Quickly checking his gear, he detached his helmet that he had on.
The gleaming sun caught him and his boy-like appearance shown. His shortened brown hair glistened in the sun as it struck across the face. He appeared to be no older than 19. His smooth skin and chiseled face were all apparent now. The wind started to pick up and howls could be heard from the ruined city 200 meters in front of him. The holes in the buildings, the smoke rising above, everything was war torn. The desolate path leading up to it was contained holes that demolished the ground. It was the effect of the air strikes 2 months ago. As his feet rubbed up against an outer rim of a crater, he could feel the sorrow and pain of those that were obliterated in the aftermath of this. His fist closed tightly then started to shake as he thought about the situation.
“Bastards,” he muttered under his breath, “They destroyed everything.”
The wind gave another chill as it stroked across the plain leading up to him. No one was in the wake of which except him and the cliff side behind. Coming to a stand, he looked once more behind him to see the men on the cliff were gone, but it did not surprise him. They were probably out looking for where he landed. His feet shuffled and began to walk to the old city. Suddenly, his ears perked as another sound could be heard off in the distance….
”Quick, I thought I saw him over there!”
Faint, but there, he knew he couldn’t stay here long. His walking quickly started into a sprint towards the shattered city in front of him. Bullets started to tear up the ground behind him as he continued. Drawing his desert eagle once more, he dropped the old clip and inserted a new one from his pocket. Shifting his body weight, he turned around with a sudden leap and let out 5 shots. The bullets that were ripping up behind him ceased as the men collapsed to the ground. Landing on his back atop his Sheila, he rolled and appeared to start running again in the direction he was going.
As he approached even closer, more men started to appear in front of him, through the open windows of buildings and gaps in the walls. His heart pounded as he became to be swarmed by the enemy. There seemed to be dozens flowing out of the city and taken refuge behind the walls. His eyes counted at least 20. Thus, he knew he had to find some cover but the path he was on contained nothing except dirt and grass. The boy’s hands let go of the Desert Eagle and dropped it on the ground, followed by both of them rising into the air to admit surrender. As he did so, he noticed the sun begin to set behind the infamous clock tower of the city. A small smirk could be seen across his face and then repetitive chopping sounds could be heard from the distance.
The forest on the cliff began to shift and mold according to the sound as if air pressure was being applied. Then, the trees broke and the skies erupted in violent flames. Missiles whizzed over his head, striking the buildings in front of him. The trails of which made his clothing burst forward with the wind, ruffling the silent but still air. The sudden eruption of colors and sound amazed him. The once blue sky turned dark orange with hints of red. The buildings in front of him crumbled to the ground along with the men. It became like wild fire, more and more came out from hiding too shoot down this unknown attacker.
The sounds of machine guns began to erupt, trying to strike the beast that just arose from the forest. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. The machine itself seemed to be hovering using jet propulsion. The sleek exterior design reminded him of a small car with added armor and wings. The weapons seemed to be concealed inside the monstrosity. As he continued to stare at the strange vehicle, he suddenly remembered what it was. A F-19 Halberd; a vehicle used for hit and runs.
As the bullets began to pass him back and forth, his hand reached down and picked up the Desert Eagle and began running into the burning fire of guns. Shooting the remaining two shots, he picked off men that were coming at him. His hands quickly changed the clip of the desert eagle before letting out more burst from the small handgun.
The city seemed to be less than 50 meters away when he heard an explosion from behind him. His head shifted and he could see that the Halberd had taken fire and began to emit smoke from its jet engines. He couldn’t get the whole glimpse, but it looked as though the hovercraft was going straight into the ground. Turning back around, the enemy, who seemed to have a cats mask on, appeared directly in front of him, about to throw a punch. Ducking with immense speed, the boy evaded the blow, and then kicked out the legs from under the man. He fired three bullets into the chest. Blood spattered across his face. Looking to the man he had just killed; he couldn’t help but notice the primitive outfits they had been wearing. The sun soaked clothing did not give any camouflage to the surroundings. The simple mask each wore cut their vision down, but did distinguish them from everyone else. Their shoes were whatever they could find. Some even had none. His thoughts then switched from observing to reality.
A sudden explosion could be heard from the distance. His eyes shifted to see the Halberd explode right below the cliff with multiple masked hostiles approaching it. This was his chance to flee the scene undetected as they looked for the pilots. His eyes then turned back to the city and saw the chain link fence before him. He looked one last time at the dead body. Dropping to the ground, he slid under a small fence that had been left on the outskirts and finally he was in. He was finally in the city and now he had to continue with his mission: reconnaissance and execution.
Chapter 1: Infiltration
The air seemed to thicken as he lay in the tall grass area, his body completely still. The high-grass seemed to cover him completely as the wind blew. Each piece flapping over him, making it looks as though he was not there. His camouflaged outfit even heightened his invisibility in the surrounding area. Moving ever so slightly, no one could see him from long range unless they knew exactly where he was. Clutched in his right hand was his beloved Sheila, a Mauser SP66. With each move he made, the gun shifted and moved with him in the rough grass. The barrel of the gun was pointed to the left while the butt of the gun was to the right, perpendicular to his body.
Beginning to get impatient, he quickly went into a crouching position and started to walk a bit more swiftly through the grass, his rifle positioned in his two hands out in front. Having only his head showing just above the grass gave him a better sight of the surrounding area. The brightened sky off in the distant caste an eerie shadow from the trees on the field he was in. As he continued moving swiftly through the area, the shadows danced back and forth through his eyes, setting off a distinct appeal to his overly burdened body. The grass seemed to depart with each step he made, as though it was a wake in an emptiness of sea. Reaching a nearby oak tree, he stood and leaned against it. His breathe was beginning to feel heavy and his legs were shot from the running. His figure was not that tall compared to the oak tree, giving him about a 5’11” appeal. Looking down at his body, he could notice his clothing were torn and ripped from being prone on the ground, but to him it did not matter. He was nearly at his mark and all he had to do was keep from being watched.
Shifting his head to the right, he looked to examine the area that was left in front of him. Appearing clear, he threw his rifle over his shoulder but still grabbed onto his pistol that was located in a side strap on the bottom of his calf. Pulling it out, he examined the side of the Desert Eagle and saw the engraving on it; his name. The inscription on the weapon was a signification of his position in the force. The name itself matched the dog tags that drifted across his neck. Each soldier of his armed forces had one. He rubbed his fingers over the inscribed metal to feel the section that was his. As he finished stroking the last S, his mind started to drift about his situation.
Why did I sign up for this? Hell, why are we even at war in the first place? And what the hell am I actually doing? All I was told was to go to contact Zulu inside the city…
Snapping back to reality, he motioned forward through the seemingly inactive enclosure. With each step he looked left and right then straight ahead for any possible assailants. As the steps increased to the other end, he became less cautious and began to go into a light jog throughout the rest. The brisk air began to hit him in the face with each increase in speed, making him turn and look down as he ran. Tree by tree he passed until he came to the destination he was looking for, a cliff. Stopping momentarily behind another tree before he proceeded, he began to hesitate.
”This is too easy,” he muttered to himself as he began to glance past the tree by tilting his head, “For someone with this high of rank, he should at least have gu-“
Suddenly a tree snap could be heard to the right of him. Leaping out of the way, a loud chain of shots could be heard then bullets soon blazed past his head and hit directly onto the tree he was leaning against. Coming to a complete stop into a crouching position, three shots were fire immediately from his desert eagle. With each shot came deadly accuracy as he heard the faint moans and screams of those in agony. As he stared from his crouching position, he could see he smoke emulate from the barrel of the Desert Eagle. His eyes then shifted to the ones that had fallen in the distance and then started to pick up the pace once more. This time, he headed straight towards the cliff. To both sides of him he could hear automatic shots being fired and the ground being torn up behind him. Glancing to both sides, he could see about 5-6 men shooting with bursts towards him. Making his eyes back to in front of him, he could see the cliff 15 meters ahead. His body soon went into a full blown sprint and leaped off the cliff, leaving the assaulting men behind.
The cool air slapped across his face even harder as he fell from the land above. The clothes that he had on tattered behind him as his speed increase from the merciless fall. His mind was wondering as he was trying to figure out some way to safely land this, but it seemed to be no avail. Bullets were still ripping by him and shouts could be heard. No matter where he landed, he was most likely going to encounter hostile territory. His head shifted below to see how much time he had left before ground zero. Scanning the fall, he could see it was still another 5 seconds or so, then splat. His eyes shifted to the left and saw a small branch that could be seen just before the ground. His left arm extended out and his palm smacked dead against the branch. His momentum spun him around the small branch before he let go. The circular speed continued as he did 2 flips in the air before landing into a kneeling position on the ground unscathed. Quickly checking his gear, he detached his helmet that he had on.
The gleaming sun caught him and his boy-like appearance shown. His shortened brown hair glistened in the sun as it struck across the face. He appeared to be no older than 19. His smooth skin and chiseled face were all apparent now. The wind started to pick up and howls could be heard from the ruined city 200 meters in front of him. The holes in the buildings, the smoke rising above, everything was war torn. The desolate path leading up to it was contained holes that demolished the ground. It was the effect of the air strikes 2 months ago. As his feet rubbed up against an outer rim of a crater, he could feel the sorrow and pain of those that were obliterated in the aftermath of this. His fist closed tightly then started to shake as he thought about the situation.
“Bastards,” he muttered under his breath, “They destroyed everything.”
The wind gave another chill as it stroked across the plain leading up to him. No one was in the wake of which except him and the cliff side behind. Coming to a stand, he looked once more behind him to see the men on the cliff were gone, but it did not surprise him. They were probably out looking for where he landed. His feet shuffled and began to walk to the old city. Suddenly, his ears perked as another sound could be heard off in the distance….
”Quick, I thought I saw him over there!”
Faint, but there, he knew he couldn’t stay here long. His walking quickly started into a sprint towards the shattered city in front of him. Bullets started to tear up the ground behind him as he continued. Drawing his desert eagle once more, he dropped the old clip and inserted a new one from his pocket. Shifting his body weight, he turned around with a sudden leap and let out 5 shots. The bullets that were ripping up behind him ceased as the men collapsed to the ground. Landing on his back atop his Sheila, he rolled and appeared to start running again in the direction he was going.
As he approached even closer, more men started to appear in front of him, through the open windows of buildings and gaps in the walls. His heart pounded as he became to be swarmed by the enemy. There seemed to be dozens flowing out of the city and taken refuge behind the walls. His eyes counted at least 20. Thus, he knew he had to find some cover but the path he was on contained nothing except dirt and grass. The boy’s hands let go of the Desert Eagle and dropped it on the ground, followed by both of them rising into the air to admit surrender. As he did so, he noticed the sun begin to set behind the infamous clock tower of the city. A small smirk could be seen across his face and then repetitive chopping sounds could be heard from the distance.
The forest on the cliff began to shift and mold according to the sound as if air pressure was being applied. Then, the trees broke and the skies erupted in violent flames. Missiles whizzed over his head, striking the buildings in front of him. The trails of which made his clothing burst forward with the wind, ruffling the silent but still air. The sudden eruption of colors and sound amazed him. The once blue sky turned dark orange with hints of red. The buildings in front of him crumbled to the ground along with the men. It became like wild fire, more and more came out from hiding too shoot down this unknown attacker.
The sounds of machine guns began to erupt, trying to strike the beast that just arose from the forest. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. The machine itself seemed to be hovering using jet propulsion. The sleek exterior design reminded him of a small car with added armor and wings. The weapons seemed to be concealed inside the monstrosity. As he continued to stare at the strange vehicle, he suddenly remembered what it was. A F-19 Halberd; a vehicle used for hit and runs.
As the bullets began to pass him back and forth, his hand reached down and picked up the Desert Eagle and began running into the burning fire of guns. Shooting the remaining two shots, he picked off men that were coming at him. His hands quickly changed the clip of the desert eagle before letting out more burst from the small handgun.
The city seemed to be less than 50 meters away when he heard an explosion from behind him. His head shifted and he could see that the Halberd had taken fire and began to emit smoke from its jet engines. He couldn’t get the whole glimpse, but it looked as though the hovercraft was going straight into the ground. Turning back around, the enemy, who seemed to have a cats mask on, appeared directly in front of him, about to throw a punch. Ducking with immense speed, the boy evaded the blow, and then kicked out the legs from under the man. He fired three bullets into the chest. Blood spattered across his face. Looking to the man he had just killed; he couldn’t help but notice the primitive outfits they had been wearing. The sun soaked clothing did not give any camouflage to the surroundings. The simple mask each wore cut their vision down, but did distinguish them from everyone else. Their shoes were whatever they could find. Some even had none. His thoughts then switched from observing to reality.
A sudden explosion could be heard from the distance. His eyes shifted to see the Halberd explode right below the cliff with multiple masked hostiles approaching it. This was his chance to flee the scene undetected as they looked for the pilots. His eyes then turned back to the city and saw the chain link fence before him. He looked one last time at the dead body. Dropping to the ground, he slid under a small fence that had been left on the outskirts and finally he was in. He was finally in the city and now he had to continue with his mission: reconnaissance and execution.
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