Post by Saber on Mar 3, 2015 2:23:48 GMT
I was bored, wrote a side story. Enjoy.
“Breaching.” The sound of a click echoed through the empty, black hallway for a split second before the entire world erupted into a fireball. Four visors illuminated, shimmering as their matte black finishes glistened in the heat. Explosives rattled the floor and caused several men to shriek in fright on the other side of the wall as a massive hole ripped open. In the dark hall, there was no movement, only the appearance of a small black can.
“Banger.” The can skipped twice across the floor, bouncing once just inside the wall and then again up towards the small table in the center of the room. Two men shouted in Arabic, AK-47s coming from the other side of the room as their fellows tossed them arms, but it was too late.
The black can exploded into a fury of white light and eardrum shattering noise. It was loud, deafening, and disorienting. For the two men attempting to grab the rifles, it would be the last sound they’d ever hear. For a moment later, a black figure stepped through the new hole in the wall. This being was covered from head to toe in the fatigues of death with tools of war strapped onto every limb on his body, but the most important was the tool in his hands. A semi-automatic rifle, primed with a holographic sight on the top rail, an underslung shotgun attachment beneath the barrel, a silencer stuck to the front of the weapon, and an ice-cold heart on the trigger. The butt of the rifle bucked against the reaper’s shoulder and he took in a breath.
Bang… Bang... The AK-47s slammed into two dead men as their skulls were shattered apart; two trigger squeezes, two kills. The man in black took another step and his rifle shifted to the right. Behind him, another black figure stepped into the room; his rifle pointed left. Reaper Two’s rifle flashed once, dropping the other man in the room. Two other black bodies followed behind the first pair. The weight of the air shifted from that of games to that of silence.
“Room clear!” The second warrior of death in the team moved across the room and headed towards the opposite doorframe, behind him Reaper Four followed suit. Reaper Three stood tall off to the right, his rifle focused through the doorframe across from him. Sweat dripped down the left side of his face, concealed by his black mask. He didn’t say a word.
“Keep moving!” Reaper One moved ahead of Three, his own rifle raised up as he passed by his ally. Reaper Three nodded and the two men entered the next hallway, leaving their brothers to head in the other direction. Reaper One took point, his body stiff and his rifle pointed straight as Reaper Three covered his six; his back. Three’s rifle raised up, checking the high ceiling and then behind them, looking to ensure no one came out of any of the rooms they passed by. The sound of a gunshot caused him to snap forward. He nearly smacked into Reaper One who had hesitated his forward movement just enough so that he could drop another tango. Three let out a huff but didn’t say a word, he simply kept moving.
The hallway ended after a few more paces and Reaper One whipped left, checking the staircase and for Reaper Two. Reaper Three turned to the right and looked through a massive archway. It was large enough to fit a sixty inch television through and the man felt quite exposed as he stepped into it. As he peered through the open wall, Three scanned the room; there was a coffee table just in front of a sofa, a computer desk with a chair in front of it, an oversized television on an oversized stand, two large windows on each side of the room, and a bookshelf against the left wall. A little girl peered out from behind the couch at him; Three put a finger to his covered lips.
“Upstairs!” Gunfire exploded behind him, and Reaper Three shifted into the large room. Just as he did, another body popped out from behind the sofa and a weapon shimmered in the person’s hands. It began to raise but Three put a bullet between the other man’s eyes before it could get too high. The little girl screamed; Three’s stomach twisted.
“Three! Grenade!” Reaper Three whipped around to see something bounce at his feet. The man grunted and smacked the sole of his boot against the small pineapple-shaped object. It flew down the hallway he had just come down and the man ducked around the corner into the living room zone as it blasted apart. Shrapnel and flames filled the hall. Three blinked and smacked his own chest; he was still alive.
“Three! Get the girl!” The order came swift and the black mask turned towards the girl in the corner. Tears shimmered in her eyes, even in the darkness of the room. He nodded and moved quickly across the room, his rifle lowering as he passed by the sofa. He stepped over the body of the man he had shot and then knelt down to the little girl. She sobbed, hard. Reaper Three extended his right hand and then wrapped his other arm around her. Very gently, he leaned down and held his head against hers. She shook in his arms.
“W-where’s my Daddy…?” The girl pleaded, gunfire rattled over her voice almost as if it was screaming for her. Reaper Three didn’t answer.
“THREE!” A pistol clicked free from Reaper Three’s left thigh and the man picked up the little girl in his arms. She clung to the man and he whispered in her ear.
“I’m taking you to him.” The safety on Reaper Three’s pistol clicked free and he stood up.
“She’s secure!” Reaper Four shouted from the doorframe, his rifle sounding off another moment later as he fired up the stairwell.
“Clear a path! Two, call in evac!” Reaper One’s voice boomed over the firefight and Three moved with haste, caring the little one as carefully but quickly as he could. She screamed in his ear for her father, and the man carrying her rumbled as he moved in behind Four.
“Four, banger!”
“Roger!” Reaper Four stopped his shooting just for a moment to grab a black can off his waist, prime it, and then toss it up into the air. Reapers One and Two ducked behind the other wall on the opposite side of the entrance just long enough for the flash bang to go off. There was a brief moment of silence before Four and One opened fire again.
“Two, Three! Move!” Reaper Three did not hesitant. The instant he heard his number, his feet were moving. He ducked beneath Four and turned back down the hallway, escaping from the firefight and back into the previous room he had entered from. Reaper Two hustled in front of him, the black rifle in his arms pointed straight up as he swept the zone. They passed through the dimly lit poker room and out the back wall, escaping into the black hallway from before; it was an alleyway.
“This way!” Reaper Two barked and Three simply followed, the two of them turning right and sprinting between the buildings. Reaper Three checked over his shoulder just long enough to see Reapers One and Four running after him, Four dropping a grenade behind him; a present for anyone who dared to chase them.
“Reaper Two, location and eta!?” Reaper One’s voice clicked on over the communications channel and Three let out a huff. He followed Reaper two out into a street and headed left, churning his feet along a wide sidewalk. The little girl continued to cry on his shoulder.
“Pick-up Alpha! Five mikes!” Two responded curtly, but it was enough. Three glanced up and to the right, his eyes narrowing as he sighted their ride; a low flying helicopter which sat just on the edge of the city. It twisted around and started to move inwards.
“Sighted! Let’s move, Reapers!” Boots clattered on the pavement and the four shadows moved as such. Through the moonlight, they trudged through the cityscape with haste. In his arms, the VIP wiped her tears away and peered up towards the man dressed in black. He looked down at her, a smile forming beneath his mask. Her eyes were red and bruises lined her body, but she clung to his chest hard, as if she never wanted to let go; then the sky lit up again.
“CONTACTS!” Firearms ripped out from all around the men in black. Muzzles flashed from the rooftops, appeared from broken windows, and poured out from all around in the streets. The four men were forced to duck into a small deli. The front glass shattered, the girl started to scream again.
“Two, support?!” The Reapers set up shop in the small deli, knocking over barricades to protect their VIP. Reaper Three took her behind the counter and put a finger to his lips again, she did the same, but she held onto him with one hand. The man placed his hand atop of hers; she was shaking, he frowned. But he had to go. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and nodded to her. Reluctantly, the little girl released one of her saviors and let the man get to work. He holstered his pistol, pulled his rifle off his back by its strap and moved up to one of the windows.
“Thirty seconds! Popping green smoke to mark friendlies!” Two called over the radio as he pulled the pin on one of his smoke grenades. He then dropped it just outside of the deli window, ducking away the instant after to keep himself from behind torn to shreds by enemy gunfire. Three let out another huff.
“Three, how’s the Princess?” One glanced over at Reaper Three, who only answered with a thumb being raised. One nodded in response and then the two raised hteir rifles out the window. Reaper Three sighted two men on the top of the roof directly across from the deli and opened fire, his finger squeezing the metal trigger of his rifle twice. It bucked hard against his shoulder as he added two more osuls to his collection. His gaze shifted left and he drilled another in the shoulder.
“RPG!” Four barked. Reaper Three’s eyes opened up wide and he looked back towards the counter; he could see the little girl staring back at him.
“Oh shit!”
From the heavens, the hammer dropped. Just beyond the clouds, their support brought down metal rain and shredded the rooftops with massive artillery rounds. The floor shook, car alarms began to cry out, and dust filled the air. The AC-130 in the distance drifted by the moon, the angel of death shielding the Reapers as it shredded everything surrounding the deli with various types of rounds; large and small.
“One! Evac is two mikes out! We need to move!” Two looked over to his left towards Reaper One who’s eyes quickly shot to Three. Not a word had to be said; Reaper Three scrambled to his feet, dropped his rifle and headed back to the little one. She extended her arms and let the man scoop her up into his arms.
“Four, Point!” One shouted as he and Two opened fire again, shooting into the smoke as the activated thermal sights. Reaper Four waved Three to follow him out and the two darted into the street, their allies moving close behind.
“Activate strobe lights.” Three’s eyes flashed to the right of his visor and he blinked twice; a small light appeared in that corner, letting him know that his infrared strobe light had keyed. Four let out a loud groan as he sprinted forward. Just off to their right, a large black hawk helicopter closed in on their position. Two gunners leaned out of the doors, their guns lowered down on the cityscape before they began to open fire.
“Almost there! Let’s get the neep out of here!” Reaper Four hollered, his rifle lowering as he picked up his pace. Reaper Three breathed heavily and grunted as he forced himself to keep up, his legs burned as the extra weight dragged him down, but he wouldn’t stop. He didn’t quit. The girl in his arms closed her eyes and squeezed herself against the Reaper’s body; he had no choice but to move.
“Reapers, you’ve got lots of sticks moving in on you. We’ll only have a ten second window.” The Blackhawk swirled over the four men’s heads and headed towards a small soccer field ahead of them. It slowly began to lower itself down, its doors opening up as two Marines peered out from inside. As it lowered itself down, the Reapers reached the edge of the field. Four Marines hopped out from the doors and created a small perimeter as their black-clothed allies approached. Reaper Four turned to the left and let Reaper Three pass him, giving priority to the VIP.
“Eyes on the Princess!” One of the Marines shouted as he sighted the package in Reaper Three’s arms. Reaper Three nodded and watched as another soldier appeared from inside the Hawk, arms extending as he neared the helicopter. However, Reaper Three didn’t wait to pass her off. He stepped forward and shoved himself into the helicopter. Gunfire began to rattle out behind him along with the loud thumping of the AC-130’s covering fire from hell. Behind him, his fellow Reapers piled into their ride out. The four Marines returned into the doors and the two pilots got to work.
“Hoo-rah mother neeper!” The rotors churned to full and the Blackhawk lifted off the grass, disappearing into the night just as quickly as it had appeared. Inside, the Maries smacked hands and the Reapers made themselves comfortable. The little girl was passed from Reaper Three to the field doctor, who began to check her condition.
“Base, this is Reaper One. Princess is safely on her way to the ball. All Reapers onboard.” Reaper One tapped his helmet as he keyed his connection with their base. Reaper Three lowered his head slightly and let out a heavy sigh as he relaxed, his job finished.
“Good job, Three.” Four reached over and patted his ally on the back, but Three didn’t answer. Three simply nodded and closed his eyes beneath his visor. He was tired… oh so tired…
“Breaching.” The sound of a click echoed through the empty, black hallway for a split second before the entire world erupted into a fireball. Four visors illuminated, shimmering as their matte black finishes glistened in the heat. Explosives rattled the floor and caused several men to shriek in fright on the other side of the wall as a massive hole ripped open. In the dark hall, there was no movement, only the appearance of a small black can.
“Banger.” The can skipped twice across the floor, bouncing once just inside the wall and then again up towards the small table in the center of the room. Two men shouted in Arabic, AK-47s coming from the other side of the room as their fellows tossed them arms, but it was too late.
The black can exploded into a fury of white light and eardrum shattering noise. It was loud, deafening, and disorienting. For the two men attempting to grab the rifles, it would be the last sound they’d ever hear. For a moment later, a black figure stepped through the new hole in the wall. This being was covered from head to toe in the fatigues of death with tools of war strapped onto every limb on his body, but the most important was the tool in his hands. A semi-automatic rifle, primed with a holographic sight on the top rail, an underslung shotgun attachment beneath the barrel, a silencer stuck to the front of the weapon, and an ice-cold heart on the trigger. The butt of the rifle bucked against the reaper’s shoulder and he took in a breath.
Bang… Bang... The AK-47s slammed into two dead men as their skulls were shattered apart; two trigger squeezes, two kills. The man in black took another step and his rifle shifted to the right. Behind him, another black figure stepped into the room; his rifle pointed left. Reaper Two’s rifle flashed once, dropping the other man in the room. Two other black bodies followed behind the first pair. The weight of the air shifted from that of games to that of silence.
“Room clear!” The second warrior of death in the team moved across the room and headed towards the opposite doorframe, behind him Reaper Four followed suit. Reaper Three stood tall off to the right, his rifle focused through the doorframe across from him. Sweat dripped down the left side of his face, concealed by his black mask. He didn’t say a word.
“Keep moving!” Reaper One moved ahead of Three, his own rifle raised up as he passed by his ally. Reaper Three nodded and the two men entered the next hallway, leaving their brothers to head in the other direction. Reaper One took point, his body stiff and his rifle pointed straight as Reaper Three covered his six; his back. Three’s rifle raised up, checking the high ceiling and then behind them, looking to ensure no one came out of any of the rooms they passed by. The sound of a gunshot caused him to snap forward. He nearly smacked into Reaper One who had hesitated his forward movement just enough so that he could drop another tango. Three let out a huff but didn’t say a word, he simply kept moving.
The hallway ended after a few more paces and Reaper One whipped left, checking the staircase and for Reaper Two. Reaper Three turned to the right and looked through a massive archway. It was large enough to fit a sixty inch television through and the man felt quite exposed as he stepped into it. As he peered through the open wall, Three scanned the room; there was a coffee table just in front of a sofa, a computer desk with a chair in front of it, an oversized television on an oversized stand, two large windows on each side of the room, and a bookshelf against the left wall. A little girl peered out from behind the couch at him; Three put a finger to his covered lips.
“Upstairs!” Gunfire exploded behind him, and Reaper Three shifted into the large room. Just as he did, another body popped out from behind the sofa and a weapon shimmered in the person’s hands. It began to raise but Three put a bullet between the other man’s eyes before it could get too high. The little girl screamed; Three’s stomach twisted.
“Three! Grenade!” Reaper Three whipped around to see something bounce at his feet. The man grunted and smacked the sole of his boot against the small pineapple-shaped object. It flew down the hallway he had just come down and the man ducked around the corner into the living room zone as it blasted apart. Shrapnel and flames filled the hall. Three blinked and smacked his own chest; he was still alive.
“Three! Get the girl!” The order came swift and the black mask turned towards the girl in the corner. Tears shimmered in her eyes, even in the darkness of the room. He nodded and moved quickly across the room, his rifle lowering as he passed by the sofa. He stepped over the body of the man he had shot and then knelt down to the little girl. She sobbed, hard. Reaper Three extended his right hand and then wrapped his other arm around her. Very gently, he leaned down and held his head against hers. She shook in his arms.
“W-where’s my Daddy…?” The girl pleaded, gunfire rattled over her voice almost as if it was screaming for her. Reaper Three didn’t answer.
“THREE!” A pistol clicked free from Reaper Three’s left thigh and the man picked up the little girl in his arms. She clung to the man and he whispered in her ear.
“I’m taking you to him.” The safety on Reaper Three’s pistol clicked free and he stood up.
“She’s secure!” Reaper Four shouted from the doorframe, his rifle sounding off another moment later as he fired up the stairwell.
“Clear a path! Two, call in evac!” Reaper One’s voice boomed over the firefight and Three moved with haste, caring the little one as carefully but quickly as he could. She screamed in his ear for her father, and the man carrying her rumbled as he moved in behind Four.
“Four, banger!”
“Roger!” Reaper Four stopped his shooting just for a moment to grab a black can off his waist, prime it, and then toss it up into the air. Reapers One and Two ducked behind the other wall on the opposite side of the entrance just long enough for the flash bang to go off. There was a brief moment of silence before Four and One opened fire again.
“Two, Three! Move!” Reaper Three did not hesitant. The instant he heard his number, his feet were moving. He ducked beneath Four and turned back down the hallway, escaping from the firefight and back into the previous room he had entered from. Reaper Two hustled in front of him, the black rifle in his arms pointed straight up as he swept the zone. They passed through the dimly lit poker room and out the back wall, escaping into the black hallway from before; it was an alleyway.
“This way!” Reaper Two barked and Three simply followed, the two of them turning right and sprinting between the buildings. Reaper Three checked over his shoulder just long enough to see Reapers One and Four running after him, Four dropping a grenade behind him; a present for anyone who dared to chase them.
“Reaper Two, location and eta!?” Reaper One’s voice clicked on over the communications channel and Three let out a huff. He followed Reaper two out into a street and headed left, churning his feet along a wide sidewalk. The little girl continued to cry on his shoulder.
“Pick-up Alpha! Five mikes!” Two responded curtly, but it was enough. Three glanced up and to the right, his eyes narrowing as he sighted their ride; a low flying helicopter which sat just on the edge of the city. It twisted around and started to move inwards.
“Sighted! Let’s move, Reapers!” Boots clattered on the pavement and the four shadows moved as such. Through the moonlight, they trudged through the cityscape with haste. In his arms, the VIP wiped her tears away and peered up towards the man dressed in black. He looked down at her, a smile forming beneath his mask. Her eyes were red and bruises lined her body, but she clung to his chest hard, as if she never wanted to let go; then the sky lit up again.
“CONTACTS!” Firearms ripped out from all around the men in black. Muzzles flashed from the rooftops, appeared from broken windows, and poured out from all around in the streets. The four men were forced to duck into a small deli. The front glass shattered, the girl started to scream again.
“Two, support?!” The Reapers set up shop in the small deli, knocking over barricades to protect their VIP. Reaper Three took her behind the counter and put a finger to his lips again, she did the same, but she held onto him with one hand. The man placed his hand atop of hers; she was shaking, he frowned. But he had to go. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and nodded to her. Reluctantly, the little girl released one of her saviors and let the man get to work. He holstered his pistol, pulled his rifle off his back by its strap and moved up to one of the windows.
“Thirty seconds! Popping green smoke to mark friendlies!” Two called over the radio as he pulled the pin on one of his smoke grenades. He then dropped it just outside of the deli window, ducking away the instant after to keep himself from behind torn to shreds by enemy gunfire. Three let out another huff.
“Three, how’s the Princess?” One glanced over at Reaper Three, who only answered with a thumb being raised. One nodded in response and then the two raised hteir rifles out the window. Reaper Three sighted two men on the top of the roof directly across from the deli and opened fire, his finger squeezing the metal trigger of his rifle twice. It bucked hard against his shoulder as he added two more osuls to his collection. His gaze shifted left and he drilled another in the shoulder.
“RPG!” Four barked. Reaper Three’s eyes opened up wide and he looked back towards the counter; he could see the little girl staring back at him.
“Oh shit!”
From the heavens, the hammer dropped. Just beyond the clouds, their support brought down metal rain and shredded the rooftops with massive artillery rounds. The floor shook, car alarms began to cry out, and dust filled the air. The AC-130 in the distance drifted by the moon, the angel of death shielding the Reapers as it shredded everything surrounding the deli with various types of rounds; large and small.
“One! Evac is two mikes out! We need to move!” Two looked over to his left towards Reaper One who’s eyes quickly shot to Three. Not a word had to be said; Reaper Three scrambled to his feet, dropped his rifle and headed back to the little one. She extended her arms and let the man scoop her up into his arms.
“Four, Point!” One shouted as he and Two opened fire again, shooting into the smoke as the activated thermal sights. Reaper Four waved Three to follow him out and the two darted into the street, their allies moving close behind.
“Activate strobe lights.” Three’s eyes flashed to the right of his visor and he blinked twice; a small light appeared in that corner, letting him know that his infrared strobe light had keyed. Four let out a loud groan as he sprinted forward. Just off to their right, a large black hawk helicopter closed in on their position. Two gunners leaned out of the doors, their guns lowered down on the cityscape before they began to open fire.
“Almost there! Let’s get the neep out of here!” Reaper Four hollered, his rifle lowering as he picked up his pace. Reaper Three breathed heavily and grunted as he forced himself to keep up, his legs burned as the extra weight dragged him down, but he wouldn’t stop. He didn’t quit. The girl in his arms closed her eyes and squeezed herself against the Reaper’s body; he had no choice but to move.
“Reapers, you’ve got lots of sticks moving in on you. We’ll only have a ten second window.” The Blackhawk swirled over the four men’s heads and headed towards a small soccer field ahead of them. It slowly began to lower itself down, its doors opening up as two Marines peered out from inside. As it lowered itself down, the Reapers reached the edge of the field. Four Marines hopped out from the doors and created a small perimeter as their black-clothed allies approached. Reaper Four turned to the left and let Reaper Three pass him, giving priority to the VIP.
“Eyes on the Princess!” One of the Marines shouted as he sighted the package in Reaper Three’s arms. Reaper Three nodded and watched as another soldier appeared from inside the Hawk, arms extending as he neared the helicopter. However, Reaper Three didn’t wait to pass her off. He stepped forward and shoved himself into the helicopter. Gunfire began to rattle out behind him along with the loud thumping of the AC-130’s covering fire from hell. Behind him, his fellow Reapers piled into their ride out. The four Marines returned into the doors and the two pilots got to work.
“Hoo-rah mother neeper!” The rotors churned to full and the Blackhawk lifted off the grass, disappearing into the night just as quickly as it had appeared. Inside, the Maries smacked hands and the Reapers made themselves comfortable. The little girl was passed from Reaper Three to the field doctor, who began to check her condition.
“Base, this is Reaper One. Princess is safely on her way to the ball. All Reapers onboard.” Reaper One tapped his helmet as he keyed his connection with their base. Reaper Three lowered his head slightly and let out a heavy sigh as he relaxed, his job finished.
“Good job, Three.” Four reached over and patted his ally on the back, but Three didn’t answer. Three simply nodded and closed his eyes beneath his visor. He was tired… oh so tired…