Introduction
Aboard the U.O.S. (Union Owned Ship) Hell-blazer, currently orbiting Earth, soldiers gathered in the briefing room. It's dark and dimly lit, and on a stage in back stands General Dan Myles and two guards at either side of the stage. The soldiers lined up in an orderly fashion, awaiting to hear why they were assembled by the General. Finally, the marching footsteps ceased, and everyone's attention was on the General. Four thousand Omega Division soldiers, soldiers of the highest standards, have been brought to He scanned his audience.
"When at first you don't succeed," he said, "call an airstrike." Were our frontlines failing? "There's one thing worse than defeat, and that is a stalemate, because it opens a rift to the meat grinding of war, and the price can only get higher to sustain it." His audience was a bit perplexed at what he was saying. "We won't win or lose on Kieron, Feira, Maxus, or Starg; our enemy knows as we do that if we give an inch we'll take a mile as would they. The Statehood... of Kainist Democracy is too stupid to use strategy, and is putting up a human wall to keep us out, and with the technology of today, we have to match this human wall to keep them at bay... we are running out of options."
The A-666-V5 Endgame came to mind. It had the power to create a crater large enough to expose a planet's core. Is this what war has come to?
"In the next five days, all of you will be put on forty UW-Magnus transport ships and en route to Khyranus. An Avionic Fleet escort will bring the transports to the Khyranus orbit and draw fire from the orbital defenses. In a Magnus, you should all be safe. But now is not the time to ponder... here's how it will go."
On the screen behind General Myles, slides displayed of how the attack will happen. "Once your on the ground," he said, "you're on your own. Dismissed."
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Aboard the U.O.S. Hell-blazer, everyone was making preparations for the assault; soldiers were moving supplies, gathering ammo, and training ever harder. In a rather dark room lit up by blue lights and five water tanks, a man stood pacing the platform above the water tanks. The rest of Haltaire team should be hear any moment, it was just a matter of when. When would they get here? It was only some moments ago he sent out a message to the rest of his team. In the tanks of water hung many wires, a respiration line, and a helmet, which one would put on and anyone in the water tanks would be immersed in a simulator which the Omega Division used for combat training. The tanks were mounted from the wall, and generated currents would help simulate what was happening in the virtual world and keep the trainees in place as the program proceeded. The simulation would end when either the last man of the team died or the team accomplished its objective.
With such little time, Locke was not about to waste any of it out drinking or playing billiards or anything else. This operation could bring about the end of the war, something that has produced casualty rates never seen in the history of mankind.
"Locke, are you sure they got the message?" one of the division technicians asked; he was the one who would be monitoring the team as they progressed in their training. Without proper supervision, one could have an induced state of cardiac arrest.
"I'm sure, Dylan. And if they ignore it, I'd shoot them myself," Locke said. "What about your team? What are they doing?" he asked; he stopped pacing and looked over to the computer terminals where Dylan was at.
"They got called off by Colonel Bernham to go help with the distribution of supplies," Dylan replied.
"At least they're doing something."
"You know, you are a little hard on your team some-"
"And what do you suggest? That we sit here idle as the most important invasion of the war yet just falls in our laps? Let's see how you do out on the field and see what you think then, Alex (Aleksey Harrison) will probably be the one hauling you off the field then, you concentrate on what you have to do," Locke reprimanded him. Dylan was almost a Corporal, and would probably be promoted before the assault begins. At this point, Locke was a bit annoyed with the ignorance of Dylan. There hadn't really been any Omega Division operations that called for use of the whole division, never-mind half, and there certainly weren't any this daring. Most Omega Division operations involved only a few hours of operating behind lines, extracting or capturing a VIP or taking out a fortified stronghold, but in that case a Euphamism tank, some infantry, and proper aerial support would have the job done like it was nothing. You could even argue that the Omega Division never really had a challenge, just moments of being stressed.
"I'm sorry, sir..." Dylan said, understanding his mistake.
"It's alright, Dylan, as long as you know for next time... that's what all of this means when we're at the safety of our ships and bases, it's just another way to learn." Locke looked up at a large screen on the wall which displayed how the simulation was laid out.
"Sir," Dylan smirked, "how come you're not my team leader?" Locke smiled slightly.
"They were talking about promoting me to platoon commander, but who knows?"
There hung a long silence between the two, enjoying the momentary peace they had. Silence, they understood, was a luxury to have on the cramped ship supporting its maximum capacity. But then again, anything seemed like a luxury in this war.
"That must mean I'm not to late." Anthony Stepped forward Not smiling. "So...Which one's my team leader?" He thought to himself examining The two Males at the other side of the room.
"The one on the left looks a little older than the other guy." "Disruptor class, Corporal with Haltaire Team" Anthony Quickly walked across the room to Locke. "You called for the team? " He asked seriously Standing a few feet back from Locke.
"Apologies that I was kept," she said, falling into line beside Anthony and tossing up a salute. "Just to keep you up-to-date, there's a new virus that's ravaging part of the Inari system. Troops that have been stationed there are returning with discoloration in their extremities and dizziness. We suspect an upper-respiratory infection, so that's another needle-in-the-neck vaccination for you boys to get before we head out." She glanced around, making a mental note to repeat that message for the others once they arrived.
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"WHY would I say anything to start with? UGHHHHH" The thought echoed in his head while he stood with his arms shot down at his sides and his chin up.
The lights of the berthing were on low, many of the other soldiers and servicemen not present only a few hung around with their possessions and trinkets..Save for one.
Hagen was in the deck below handing upside down from one of the support beams inside the rec room, he had been there for the better part of an hour. Each and every second and a half he would lift himself up and come back down on a breath. His mind had since taken a vacation so to speak as he kept working his body to keep in line with the therapy set for him years ago.
Each time he dropped down a few drips of sweat would roil off him and drop to the mat on the floor.
A knock on the seals of the door to the rec room snapped him back into his mind and he let is body go back to a relaxed state hanging back down, looking back over his shoulder.."Yes..?" he added with a turgid sound to the back of his throat, several minutes too long without a ounce of water.
The seals of the door unlatch and the door slides open with a lone soldier, green and untested looking back. He stared for a second as he caught sight of the riveted scars crisscrossing Hagen's body and the image began to sink in.
With his train of thought derailing he spoke out.. M..Message for you Corporal, Sergeant Payson request the team to meet in simulation on D deck." He receives a slow turn of Hagen's head and a nod as response to which he runs off, the door shutting in his absence.
Hagen stretches up and slides off the bar landing with a solid thud, taking only a minute to wipe himself with a towel and swallow a few gulps of water. He dresses in his service shirt and makes his way out of the rec center intent on heading for the forward edge of the ship. Despite being in relaxed uniform and the ship being in such a worked up state not many were in the right to oppose Hagen's appearance. Aside from his tags dangling from his neck he only had service green tank top on along with his BDUs, pants and boots accounted for.
Cutting through the hanger Hagen can make up for lost time, many of the other soldiers were too preoccupied running like chickens with their heads cut off to really pay attention.
Within a few minutes he was arriving at simulation deck and he could already see the door was ajar from being accessed earlier. Stepping himself inside he comes in at the moment when Payson was just greeting the others.
He stared for a moment as they spoke and the other, obviously someone who didn't mind enjoying his downtime stood uneasily. Hagen hadn't been with the team long and despite having fought in more then enough encounters already he didn't have time to get to know the others. Other then Payson who knew each other by reputation the others were almost blank slates for him.
He gives the Sergent a slight nod over Echo's shoulder, a look of apology on his face for having been late even by his own standards.
He falls in line and stands at the ready.
"I hope your exercises do not affect your performance, Arthur. I understand your condition, but I must keep my team ready and prepared for the most important and daring invasion of the war," Locke said. He walked up the lines of soldiers with his hands behind his back. "The most important and daring of the war- speaking of which, Aleksey a few moments ago reminded us of another shot we have to get for a disease that's especially rampant on Inari," he announced. Locke liked to keep a level of informality between teammates because when you're on the field of combat, you trust the person next to you with your life, and ranks or names shouldn't be something to worry about when your life is on the line. His voice was rather calm for now but there was obviously something more he'd like to say.
"I also understand that with the exception of me, all of our team's classes are of a utility or supporting nature, Matt's sniping, Aleksey's first-aid, Arthur's technical work, and Anthony's explosives expertise. Only two people are capable of engaging in a prolonged firefight and performing well, that happens to be me and Aleksey. I know that perhaps we haven't had to engage in one, and hopefully this simulation would give us a better understanding of where we stand, so this is to you, Arthur and Anthony: pick up a rifle, it won't kill you. We need all the support we can get and you both know how to use one," he preached, walking back down the line of soldiers. Locke usually kept an air about him like this, mentoring his soldiers as they are initially called together and then he would lead them on to the real purpose of the gathering. But he couldn't do that just yet. He fixed his eyes upon Matt and walked to where he was standing. For a moment, he just stared Matt down to see how he would react. He then lifted his hand, three fingers were raised but since they weren't separated, Matt could easily think its four fingers in his drunken state.
"How many fingers am I holding up, soldier?" he demanded from him, his voice filled the room with a booming projection. He stood and waited for the response of Alex Matt, where it just might be the end of him.
Then again, she supposed, feeling a pang of guilt for being so hard on an officer she had never met, it was very possible that they were doing everything they could and this issue was simply beyond their control. Running through a mental list of stims she could use to stave off the worst of his condition, should something like alcohol withdrawals occur at an inopportune moment on the field, Aleksey made a note to check Alex Matt's file for any mention of this. If he was a sergeant, and still with the Omegas in spite of this, he must have great worth as a soldier.
"All due Respect but I don't use a Rifle I fight in close quarters." " I am proficient with Rifles I just have no...Passion for the weapon with the thought that I'm to move stealthily on my Bomb expeditions I have no use for a Rifle until im detected or fighting along side everyone here. Even then I always have my 2wo Knifes and Veinhammer PH-C.60 Or the weaponry That could be laying on the ground from our and their fallen Troops. " He planned to say this with as much respect as he could awaiting for Locke to finish with Sergent Alex Matt.
"Time to see how drunk The Sergent Really is." Anthony thought standing behind the Rifle awaiting Alex's Response.
Arthur pulls his hands ups his sides a bit as he exclaims.."I am capable of combat with any weapons that are register and also some of the more colorful ones that are not." He smirks, the memory of using several forms of mining equipment for non licensed methods.
"But I will take advantage of whatever I can get my hands on, be it weapon or tool."
Cutting his eyes towards the tanks he tilts his head slightly and questions.
"If a simulation was needed Sergent, then they would have gotten all that information before we left the station.. what is it that you really need us for?" Hagen could account several reasons for himself asking this question, two one which involved the tanks themselves. He didn't really like them to start off and it was also the fact that he felt weightless while in them and it remained that way even in simulation.
Lifting his large hand over his shoulder and rubbing the side of his neck, just trying to get the last kinks of tension out as he did. He across to the only female of the group and the only woman he's seen in any division in several years.
He had only been with the squad for only three weeks since a massive reassignment of all forces to make up for the loss of manpower absorbed by the constant stream of casualties take in the war.
It felt strange for his to see a woman taking such a position in the squad, which from what he had seen was usually a rather tough and brash soldier. But know it was being occupied by a woman who was in even more of harms way when things got hectic.
Hagen turned his head back towards Payson, he would keep an on her to make sure nothing happened. The thought of her going down was subsequent to the thought of loosing such a lynchpin asset for the rest of the team.
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"Someone take this man to Colonel Lamberg before I have to deal with him myself," he said, his voice filled with anger and muffled rage. Only an imbecile would have the audacity to get drunk while such an atmosphere of this kind, while lethal weapons around every corner could be found. Locke stepped away from Alex, turning towards Dylan and scratching his chin. Dylan looked back, almost afraid of what could happen next.
"Should I... still run the simulation?" Dylan asked.
"Yes," Locke replied, "if this is how our teammate wants to act then we'll have to do without him." Under Omega Division bi-laws, Alex could be suspended for being under the influence while deployed. If he were to do it again he could be fired. What was more important was how did he get enough alcohol to get drunk?
Locke turned around and looked at the still line of his teammates.
"I said someone get Alex the hell out of here!"
Hagen reacted silently to Locke said, he turned and looked the drunk man over and kind of smirked and if it wasn't for the already apparent sign of apathy on his face it would have shown.
Alex was still slightly wobbling in place and he still focused on the section of air where Locke had held his hand up, apparently he must have been sure that they were still ahead of him. Hagen reached an arm under Alex's and pulled him away, doing his best to tug the man towards the door. It was becoming far more apparent however that he not only looked like a stiff drink, but smelled the same.
He gave Locke a reasureing nod of his head and the same stern look that his Sergent pervaded.
This was the same reason that Hagen hated alcohol, it made the body weak and the mind dim. Not only did he have to force the move of his squad mates body, even with each slugush step his right foot was doing more then enough but the left was asleep. Hagen began to wonder how Alex even managed to make it through the ship and into the room, lucky for him almost all the doors are automated.
"It would be nice if I could Shoot that Alex guy...He is the sharp shooter who would be behind all of us..."He continued thinking about Alex until he got Bored by the topic. Anthony stood sharp With the rifle Barrel pointed to his right at the ground. Left hand Off the trigger but could easily react and get it there right hand on the grip.
"I've seen and I'm sure Aleksey can tell you what happens when idiots get consumed with themselves out on the battlefield; it's not about who did what or why, it's about what you're going to do. I don't need you, Anthony," he said, "going around an enemy outpost saying, 'haha, you can't touch this,' then ending up getting shot in the face. Because guess what? They didn't need tot ouch you, they shot you in the face!" Locke paused for a moment collecting his thoughts as to what the situation was at the moment. "As it is now, I have some infiltrator and an engineer who don't want to use a rifle, one of the most basic and efficient weapons of war, a drunk sniper, and a medic whose not an expert in combat, and I'll be charging into line after line of death with odds I don't like."
Locke was completely aware that his words ant attitude could come off as "disrespectful," "hurtful," "inconsiderate" or something of the sort, but he didn't care. This is how he saw the situation and his soldiers were adults, presumably, and could handle reality.
"Honestly, Anthony, what are you expecting this to be, a walk with your girlfriend down your old neighborhood street? Honestly!" It wasn't a rhetorical question.
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"But No Sir I Don't by any means expect this to be a walk with My Girlfriend down my old Neighborhood street. Either way I'll use a Rifle if im told to and it's that Simple...I Personally like this Team... Sorry for Interrupting you Sir." Anthony Orange eyes stayed fixed on Locke as he moved his hands on the rife so that the Safety was on and both hands were holding the grip of the Rifle that stood with it's But on his Shoes.
"But what were you Expecting this to be? A perfect team? Good Soldiers? People who wouldn't talk back? Sir we're all Obviously Human here We DO have Emotions and Opinions with a Good brain function. Seeing as how we are now I think we should get started and Then we can all have a Nice Friendly talk later about our behavior, Actions, And Getting to know each other a little better." His voice seemed like he was Sharing his opinion in a Class But the words sounded Like he was talking back. Anthony was left breathing Silently but faster than he was before.
" I hate to say it but I admire his Concern for the team a LITTLE." Anthony didn't speak it or show it He only thought it and Felt it.
Hagen is only half way out the door when the rest of the argument gets heated in the simulation room, he eyeballs Alex who is still roughly leaned into his arm. Deciding its best to stay he leans Alex again the bulkhead after sitting him of one of the many panel boxes that line the corridor and steps back in.
Sergeant Payson is current getting his rebuttal from Anthony who, if not for his attitude would be somewhat in the right. But as far as he was concerned Hagen could tell that Locke was taking a higher ground here.
He got back in line and began to speak out.
"I can understand what this is about and with only beeing with the squad for two weeks has me already betting everyone isn't on the same page." He points a large finger at Antony and exclaims "Corporal what do you think was going to happen when you signed up for this. Iv seen men just as good as you go down to crash and burn, and twice more then that was because of their own arrogance and stupidity.. Now stay in rank and follow orders, only when your told to rush an enemy pill box with a spork do I expect to hear a peep from you."
It was then that Hagen turned his attention on his commanding officer and gave him the same look her gave Anthony.
"Sir I would follow any order you give me or use any weapon at my worldly disposal to do it just so long as I can kill some Kainist. But it would be a better call for my own relief if my Sergent had some faith in my own abilities.. Sir" He added the last part to be formal and after so many years in the UPAF he was certain it would be better to retain some civility about this conversation instead of just blindly calling back between one another.
"With Harrison I can understand as well, I haven't met a medic yet who was better at combat then their teammates.. but Iv seen her record as well as you have and I know she can be a valuable asset to our operation." He turns and looks towards the door pointing out towards where Alex is sitting just as it slides closed.
His face goes blank for a moment as he can be seen thinking heavily and then it stupefies more so.."...I got nothing, apologies.. I just thought I could have more to say.. umm. Graduated top honers and has a 109 out 110 on the range and still holds the record." Hagen's hands drop down to his sides as he just runs out of steam on fishing for answers.
"I'm glad I have soldiers that keep me in check," he said, his voice more toned down acknowledging their rather respectful response. "It is my responsibility as your leader to keep you prepared for everything we are presented with to overcome. But to answer your question, Anthony, I did not expect a sergeant to get drunk, two somewhat experienced soldiers to not prefer rifles, and I did in fact expect the best of soldiers. This is the Omega Division, in ancient Greek, Omega means end, the Omega Division is deployed only to end struggle, and to open a path for our allies who could not have done so themselves. That is exactly what we're doing in our invasion in five days, deploying to Khyranus to cause enough chaos for our allies to take new paths. To end this war, Anthony. There is no soldier in human history that I can think of that has ever been tasked with as much as we have been." He stopped for a moment, collecting his thoughts as his words sank into his teammates minds. He looked back up and began to speak again.
"Arthur," he said, trying to change the tone of things to a more informal manner, "I think you forget that we will be surrounded by countless divisions of the Statehood's infantry and tanks, with guaranteed air support on their homeland. I'd expect that every team leader and their soldiers are doubting whether or not they can pull through with this task, and whether the man next to him will be capable enough to keep him from getting stabbed in the side. But that's why we're here... to train, so I don't have to charge into battle asking myself that, whether I am enough, whether you are enough, because after these exercises we should know where we're at. Honestly, I don't care if you missed only one shot out of 110 before, what's happened in the past doesn't matter except that your abilities were qualified enough to get you here, the details don't matter; what matters is your abilities during training and after training for when you actually have to use them. I don't care if you hijacked a Kainist flagship and got away with it, I care if you can do it again," Locke lectured. His voice was less on edge and more dull; he didn't want to cause yet another rift in the team with Alex gone now, but he wanted them to understand how he, as their leader, would develop their abilities.
He asked everyone, "Is this all clear to you?"
"Ready for training whenever the rest of us are," she added, wanting to move on.
But Anthony was smiling on the inside about Hagen's Said comments and actions: "I can understand what this is about and with only being with the squad for two weeks has me already betting everyone isn't on the same page." Hagen points a large finger at Anthony and exclaims "Corporal what do you think was going to happen when you signed up for this. Iv seen men just as good as you go down to crash and burn, and twice more then that was because of their own arrogance and stupidity...Now stay in rank and follow orders, only when your told to rush an enemy pill box with a spork do I expect to hear a peep from you."
Anthony Fought back a Grin successfully as he thought to himself:"That actually sounds like fun...Enemy Pill box with a SPORK."
The comments and Way Hagen said them made Anthony feel Misplaced but he Kept his mouth shut Not wanting to start a Unnecessary fight over something as Simple as an Opinion.
Anthony remained though with the Rifle in front of him. As he Agreed with Aleksey " I concur " His statement simple and to the point.
Hagen nodded his head as well.
It was good that the group could come to terms on something and even though Alex was still leaned against the wall outside, Arthur thought it would be better for him to be dealt with here and not among the higher brass.
He just lined his sight back up with Locke's and gave him an assured nod.."Then we are at an agreement.."
It was good that they could finally move on, he could still feel himself become tense from the sheer wait that was being given to them. He could feel no more then the fact that he wanted to get his boots on the ground and a fresh round into someones head.
It was then that he remembered why he was transferred to the Omega division in the first place, not just for his willingness to join the group but his strict want for the death of the enemy.
"Get in the simulation tanks," he commanded, "we've lost enough time already." He stepped over to the top of a tank, already in bare feet and nothing on his arms. He took his shirt off, revealing his rather built body from training, then his pants; under his pants were shorts that went to his knee. Other than your shorts, bra, or underwear you didn't take anything into the simulation chamber. After jumping forward and plunging down into the water, he pulled the oxygen mask over his face and was able to breathe again. Locke kept his eyes open, the water being quite clean, he started putting the sensors on his head, arms, legs and chest. It was a slow process, and in the end he looked like he could've gone into some advanced coma. He closed his eyes.
Dylan, sitting at the computer terminals, began inputting scripts and codes into the computer to begin the simulation. With Alex removed from the situation, he had to remove any scripts that would concern him as he was not a factor anymore. In the virtual world, a rather developed town was projected, torn by war and seemingly abandoned. There were some highrises, bridges and highways, and the streets were fired upon enough that the broken slabs of asphalt made trenches and foxholes. In some parts, the piping underneath the streets were exposed. Civilian vehicles lie destroyed, some going through walls, and few SKD armor units were destroyed and burning. In the distance, some buildings were ignited and scarce gunfire could be heard.
Locke stood in his armor suit and the equipment he usually brings along with him into the field was all packed onto him. He stood on the second floor of a bombed out house at the outskirts of town. The wall was blown away, and a pile of rubble made a slope from the second floor to the ground. He stood there waiting for the rest of his teammates to join in the action.
Out in the hall, people were walking through, minding their own business. No one paid much attention to Alex, being drunk and slouching against the wall. Eventually, a forklift carrying some large metal shipping containers went to go through the hallway, but as Alex could not properly control himself, the forklift was blocked.
"Hey, you, could you move out of the way? I'm trying to get somewhere!" the driver yelled at Alex. "C'mon, get out of the way!" he demanded, getting frustrated with Alex's inability to move.
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Immediately the smell of oil, dirt, and smoke hit her as well as the faint sounds of war on the horizon. Aleksey spotted Locke at once and rested a hand on her Veinhammer PH-C.60, poised for any surprises that might come. Though she listened for the arrival of the others and any commands from her Sergeant, her eyes were also scanning the area, taking in possible threats, vantage points, or areas where a threat could be easily hidden.
The time came for it to be Hagen's turn to enter the simulator tubes and he began to remove his boots and pants, after that he removed his shirt and fought a little with the neck of it trying to take his tags off as it caught his wife's ring.
Stuffing the white tee in between his boots he walked up and around the back of his simulator, the large amount of healed and stapled wounds crossing his left side wildly. He knew the fluid inside was not entirely water and understood that his wounds being healed for so long they no longer posed any threat of trouble to him.
Even his eye in fact was completely safe to submerge in with himself but in the back of his mind there was always that place that wanted to debate the viability of his mothers work.
Sighing one last time he swallows his slight fear and steps in with a plunging dip.
With a practiced precision Hagen's preparations for the simulation were almost the faster then Locke's own motions. To make ready for the start of the program he relaxed his position and took an almost meditative stance in the vertical tube.
As his mind began to pull away from the real world and fall into the simulations reality, he could feel, see, and smell the different changes in the world around.
Before he could fully react he was in his suit and his registered equipment was fixed to his person, the only change was the fact that the face mask on his helmet was pulled aside like it normally allowed.
Locke and Aleksey were already there and while the Sergent looked as though he was waiting for the others, Aleksey started out ready to go as she looked as though she could jump at any moment.
Hagen pulled his sidearm out and checked the chamber to make sure it was loaded before putting it back. He approached Locke and looked over a section of the blasted out wall and into the streets below.."Well.. we missed a party."
Anthony gestured towards the hallway where Alex was leaning up against the wall. "In the Brig or...Someplace free of Alcohol with a door that locks from the Outside."The fork lift Drivers voice Rang through the doorway"I'm trying to get somewhere!". Anthony Knew this wasn't His call but They had to do something with Alex or Locke would get in Trouble And that Fork lift Driver might do something to Aggravate the Drunk.
Quickly Anthony Walked up to his Simulation Tank. Facing the Tank He Undressed Starting with his Driving Gloves down to his Shorts and Swallowed When he was suppose to be Getting in the Simulator. "Uh Yes I uh...Never...Never mind" He put his First foot in Hesitatingly. The Liquid was A little warm and Soothing, So Anthony Took a Deep silent breath and Continued into the Tank. "Where...Wheres that mask!" He thought Feeling around him for the Mask in the Tank.
"AHA!" Triumphantly He Equipped The mask Effortlessly. It Took him a Minute But he found himself Relaxed and Comfortable within Minutes He was Relaxed Enough to Enter the Simulation.
When Anthony Finally Entered the Simulation he Found himself on the Ground at the bottom of a Slope With everyone Above him.
Aleksey was standing On a Edge Of where a Wall Should had been. Hagan Was Beside Locke Checking the Chamber of his Gun. Locke Stood Proud Beside Hagen and a few feet Behind Aleksey.
"Funny Seeing You guys Here" Anthony Joked as he Started Climbing the Rubble Slope. He looked over into The Town and It's Streets to see it was in ruin."This Should be fun" His thoughts were Clear as he came to Realization he was Fully Equipped, Prepared, And Filled with Questions. "Will I take Pain in this Simulation? Was this a Real town at some point In time? What kind Of opponents will we Be Eliminating? Whats the Main Target or Task?"His mind was filled with these questions,But Anthony was Puzzled but Focused on the Simulation.
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Arthur Hagen
If you want a story open a book, I have work to do.
Alex Matt
"The object of war is not to die for your country is to make other basterd die for his"
Aleksey Harrison
"Stay still or I'll give you something to cry about."
Anthony Echo
"May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. "
Locke Payson
"Those who don't risk going too far will never know their limits."
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Aleksey Harrison
"Stay still or I'll give you something to cry about."
Locke Payson
"Those who don't risk going too far will never know their limits."
Alex Matt
"The object of war is not to die for your country is to make other basterd die for his"
Arthur Hagen
If you want a story open a book, I have work to do.
Anthony Echo
"May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. "
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Aleksey Harrison
"Stay still or I'll give you something to cry about."
Alex Matt
"The object of war is not to die for your country is to make other basterd die for his"
Arthur Hagen
If you want a story open a book, I have work to do.
Anthony Echo
"May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. "
Locke Payson
"Those who don't risk going too far will never know their limits."
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