Atlantis Rising: Chapter 1

Brandon — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 02:50:09 GMT

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	Reloading as he ran, Matt sprinted for the cover of the downed V-22 and pressed his back against the hull, picking targets as Jamie rushed up next to him.		Reloading as he ran, Matt sprinted for the cover of the downed V-22 and pressed his back against the hull, picking targets as Jamie rushed up next to him.

-	Matt pounded an armored fist against the bird and shouted a challenge, "''~~Eagle~~''"	+	Matt pounded an armored fist against the bird and shouted a challenge, "''Raptor!''"

-	"''~~Talon~~''" came the response. Then one of the bay doors slid open manually to reveal a battle-scarred American. The soldier visibly sagged with relief as he saw Matt ~~and Jamie~~. "Thank God." He looked over his shoulder and shouted, "Command sent ~~two Immortals~~!"	+	"''Eagle!''" came the response. Then one of the bay doors slid open manually to reveal a battle-scarred American. The soldier visibly sagged with relief as he saw Matt. "Thank God." He looked over his shoulder and shouted, "Command sent an Immortal!"

	Just then a Russian Kord .50 cal crew-served Machine Gun opened up on the downed V-22, kicking up splashes of mud and chunks of asphalt.		Just then a Russian Kord .50 cal crew-served Machine Gun opened up on the downed V-22, kicking up splashes of mud and chunks of asphalt.

-	"Get in here!" The soldier shouted, and disappeared inside the bird. Matt let off the last rounds in his clip as he backed through the door, ~~followed~~ a ~~second later by Jamie~~. Once ~~they were both~~ through, Jamie slammed the door shut. The pounding blast of the Kord dropped to a dull roar through the metal.	+	"Get in here!" The soldier shouted, and disappeared inside the bird. Matt let off the last rounds in his clip as he backed through the door, a stray .50 cal round hitting his shoulder plate with a dull ''thunk''. Once he was through, Jamie slammed the door shut. The pounding blast of the Kord dropped to a dull roar through the metal.

	Matt turned to find himself staring back at a bruised and battered collection of Americans. "How about a sit-rep?" He said after a moment.		Matt turned to find himself staring back at a bruised and battered collection of Americans. "How about a sit-rep?" He said after a moment.
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	Matt twisted around the outstretched barrel of the first soldier's rifle, grabbed the gun in both hands, and overpowered the Russian through sheer strength, slamming the rifle into his face and cracking the Russian's spine. Without stopping, he pulled a 9-inch knife from its holster and sunk it back-handed up to the hilt in the second Russian's neck. Even though he had bayonets attached to his forearms, sometimes there was nothing like the feel of 9 inches of razor-sharp steel.		Matt twisted around the outstretched barrel of the first soldier's rifle, grabbed the gun in both hands, and overpowered the Russian through sheer strength, slamming the rifle into his face and cracking the Russian's spine. Without stopping, he pulled a 9-inch knife from its holster and sunk it back-handed up to the hilt in the second Russian's neck. Even though he had bayonets attached to his forearms, sometimes there was nothing like the feel of 9 inches of razor-sharp steel.

		+	Matt wiped his blade clean against the dead Russian's combat fatigues and sheathed the blade, grabbing his carbine from where it dangled at his side, attached by the elastic cord. He put a new clip into the rifle and stormed up the stairs, firing quick, controlled bursts at anything that stepped into his way.
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		+	Matt burst out onto the roof and fired the last round in his clip at the MG operator. The single round tore through the soldier's skull, silencing the gun. The Kord's loader, who had been laying prone next to the gun with a pair of field binoculars pressed into his eyes, glanced up to see why the heavy MG had stopped firing - he hadn't heard the shots. Matt figured he would be stone deaf having the .50 cal pound constantly in his ears, laying with his head next to the muzzle. Not very bright.
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		+	The loader had just figured out something was wrong when a burst of rounds made him dance and flop back to the ground - Matt had by now reloaded. He ran to the lip of the building and manned the gun, turning the Russian hardware on its soldiers. A squad of guys that had been pressing the downed Osprey were left exposed in the middle of the courtyard, and were quickly torn apart. The Russians seemed to simply disintegrate under the heavy rounds.
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		+	When the last round in the ammo belt fed through, Matt lifted the 55 pound machine gun and put his foot in the middle of the stock, then hauled. He dropped the bent and unusable gun to the ground, where it clattered onto the concrete.
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		+	"Gun's down. Sit tight, guys." Matt told the Marines in the bird.
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		+	Matt took the quick route to the ground - which of course meant jumping off the roof. As he landed, Matt rolled to one side to disperse the energy from the fall and right back up, climbed out of the shallow crater he had made, and sprinted for the bird.
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		+	He rapped the door twice, then crouched by the destroyed cockpit and spat bursts of covering fire at whatever targets he saw as the Marines clambered out of the wreck, lifting down their two critically injured on stretchers. Another Marine took a stray round in the knee and collapsed, but he didn't scream or even pause. Instead he dragged himself forward on his good foot towards the evac building.
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		+	Matt put a fresh clip in his rifle and let it drop to his side, then ran over and hoisted the injured Marine to his shoulder. "Let's go!" He screamed, rallying the stalled Americans and taking the lead. Matt set the Marine down outside the door to the building - some kind of office complex, by the look of it - and waited for the rest of the Marines to catch up.
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		+	The squad made it to the door without any fresh wounds and stacked up on either side, waiting for the order to breach. Matt secured his carbine across his back and drew two Jackhammer .50 cal Magnums. The handguns were extremely effective Close-Quarters-Battle (CQB) weapons, built with a 'one-shot, one-kill' policy in mind. The 12.7mm semi-explosive slugs fired at nearly the velocity of a rifle round, perfect for tearing through body armor and flesh.
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		+	Breaching with a pistol was not uncommon, either. Delta Force operators - the top-secret, anti-terror unit - actually preferred breaching with one or two .45 Colt M1911's because of the pistol's high caliber. The operators were trained to put two rounds into a vital area before the target was considered dead. Massive overkill, but it ensured none of the bad guys would get up and start walking around anytime soon. Humans could be extremely hard to kill sometimes.
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		+	Matt approached the metal doorway, crossed his arms over his chest as he'd been taught, planted one foot in the ground, raising his left leg to chest height and driving forward, putting the combined force of his weight, leg strength, and exoskeletal power into the slab of steel. The metal twisted, bent, and gave instantly, the door itself buckling and flying inward as if shot out of a cannon. Matt switched to auto-pilot, his arms uncrossing, muzzles pointed into the building, eyes scanning for threats. Two Russians stepped into his sight-line - they had stacked up on the other side of the door, waiting for him.
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		+	The two soldiers leveled their AK-74's at Matt - or would have, if they had had any time. Matt's heightened reflexes sent him shooting forward, jamming each barrel into a soldier's face, hands pumping the triggers. Both men dropped missing chunks of skull and brain matter.
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		+	Matt swept into the dark interior, his helmet visor compensating and activating a low-light vision filter and turned towards the 'heavy,' or bigger side of the room, automatically moving toward the far corner. The Marines followed as if glued to his back, taking the other angles of fire. One burst of gunfire, followed by a Russian hitting the ground, and then it was quiet. No more targets.
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		+	"Yeah! Kick-ass!" A Marine laughed. The wounded Marines were brought in on the stretchers.
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		+	"Don't get to comfy," Matt warned. "We've got to get all the way to the top floor."
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		+	Matt lead the way to a lobby with six elevators and a staircase.
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		+	"Elevator or stairs, Captain?" A Marine Staff Sergeant asked.
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		+	"Please say elevator." Someone murmured at the back of the group. "I like elevators."
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		+	Matt cast a regretful glance at the stretcher-bound Marines but said, "I like not falling ten stories to my death inside an elevator shaft because some bright spark Russian gets the idea to cut the elevator cables."
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		+	"Point taken. We can do stairs. Jack needs the exercise, anyway."
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		+	"Hey!" Someone else, presumably Jack, protested.
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		+	Matt kicked open the door and swept the stairwell for targets.
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		+	"Alright guys. I'll take point, stretchers in the middle. I need four guys on a rear guard in case the Russians come out behind us. Keep a 2 meter spread between you and the next guy. We're gonna try to keep it low-profile until we're spotted for sure - then go loud. Really loud. We're gonna need to get up fast because I don't want to carry anybody who loses a leg to a grenade. Oorah?"
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		+	"Oorah!" The Marines whispered back.
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		+	Matt glanced at the wounded Marines. "Let's do this and get the hell out of here. Sooner we make it to the top, sooner we get evaced."

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Atlantis Rising: Chapter 1