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Hello people reading this! You may have accidentally stumbled upon a book that is under way currently. The book is basically about World War Three, in a world where there are eight continents. The eighth is Atlantis, which surfaces in December of 2012. Maybe the Mayan calendar wasn't counting down to this day, but counting up to the day when Atlantis would rise above the oceans once more, supposedly.
  
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Below is a random chapter from the book that I display here on the front page. The link above brings you to the page that the chapter is actually housed at. If you scroll down to the very bottom, you'll find my work in progress section, where I write the next section/chapter of the book. Because I start writing completely fresh chapters, the work in progress section might end in a fragment of thought, or there might not be anything displayed there.  
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Hello, visitors to this site! Welcome! You may have accidentally stumbled upon a book that is under way currently. If you're here on purpose, then thank you for visiting my book-site! Below is a random chapter from the book that I display here on the front page. The link above brings you to the page that the chapter is actually housed at. Right now, there aren't actually all that many chapters to put up on the front page, so currently the only chapter is displayed here and on the linked page. If you scroll down to the very bottom, you'll find my work in progress section, where I write the next section/chapter of the book. Because I start writing completely fresh chapters, the work in progress section might end in a fragment of thought, or there might not be anything displayed there.  
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Please also note that none of my writing here is completed and I go back numerous times to a piece to improve it. The chapter below will be changed multiple times and improved upon, so if you read it now you might wanna check back every now and again to see if I changed anything.
 
Please also note that none of my writing here is completed and I go back numerous times to a piece to improve it. The chapter below will be changed multiple times and improved upon, so if you read it now you might wanna check back every now and again to see if I changed anything.
  
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Also, please note that any writing I do here is written to entertain, and therefore the story has to fit in with itself, so please excuse any religious or opinionated writing I have here and do not take it into offense. Please don't copy my work. It's not nice.
  
  
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Also check out my friend Jamie Knox's writing here:
  
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[[Reaper's First Drop]]
  
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And here's a new, alternate account of the war, from the perspective of an elite soldier from an elite Black-Ops Spec-Ops division.
  
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[[Atlantis Rising: Perfect War]]
  
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"Who the heck are you?" Matthew Kenderson demanded rudely.
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And another little project of mine. Here, I'm writing about the video game ''Fallout 3''. The setting, premise, and some of the characters are not my creation, but basically I'm taking the game and writing my own addition.
  
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[[Fallout 3]]
  
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The two men stood out like sore thumbs against their environment. Standing on a beach in Daytona, the usual outfit was a casual shirt and swimsuit, sandals, and sunglasses. These two lacked all but the dark shades that obscured half their faces respectively. Matt shot a quick glance around him. The white-sand beach stretched down as far as he could see, interrupted by the occasional pier or jetty. Behind him was a long series of never-ending condos and hotels, following the line of the beach. Toes buried in the soft, dry sand, he saw his older half-brother, Jamie, looking curiously at him from the water.
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An additional project, using the concept and setting of the ''Fallout'' universe again. This is an idea I've wanted to explore: A Fallout game in the Carribean.
  
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Matt guessed he did look a little odd, talking to these two adults in designer suits. Who wore suits to a beach? Apparently these guys.
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[[Fallout: Caribbean]]
  
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And a Halo project, told from the perspective of a Marine Fireteam. Just regular soldiers, not Spartans or even ODSTs.
  
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"Wouldn't you like to know," the first Suit snarled. The other one, obviously the senior from his salt-and-pepper hair and tired eyes, elbowed the first Suit.
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"We're with the Homeland Logistics Division. We'd like to give you something, but you'd have to come with us to get it. Just a short walk to our car." He said smoothly, like oil, pointing over at a parking lot a good hundred yards or so away.
 
  
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"It's okay, see, just over to the car. Just a short little walk. I promise you won't regret it!" The second Suit said, trying to put real warmth and authority in his voice but achieving only evil-grandfather malice.
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Matt turned tail and ran, so fast that his chair tipped over and fell in the sand. His only desire now was to escape, but even as the two lined him up in their gun sights, he knew he wouldn't have a chance. The first shot rang out and Matt hit the dirt. The round passed directly over his head. He knew why these two wanted him. It had happened before, first in D.C. As he was walking out of his apartment, something had felt wrong. He found out what it was, five minutes later, when a man on the street had grabbed him, shoving Jamie roughly aside and dragging him away towards a discreet gray van. Why was it always gray or white? He'd only escaped because of the fountain... no. He'd promised himself he wouldn't ever do it again. Not after that.
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The second shot burst forward as the firing pin struck the primer in the modified handgun, igniting a burst of gas and propelling a 9mm neuro-toxin dart at 900 fps at the intended target. This particular dart landed half a centimeter away from Matt's arm. He glanced at it once, briefly, then rolled to his right as a third and then fourth round kicked up sand. The fifth round was on its way and coming directly for him.
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It was a shallow pit, but it served its purpose. The two Suits were momentarily taken aback, then ran forward. The first Suit strafed right to flank Matt and leave no grounds for escape. Jamie was closing, behind them now, but the second Suit turned and snapped off a quick shot at him, barely looking and not aiming anywhere near. The dart buzzed past Jamie, but he sprawled in the sand anyways, covering his head in panic. Matt grabbed a fistful of powdery white and threw it at the first Suit. Luckily the wind was working against the man and the sand flew straight into his face. He stumbled, raising an arm and lowering his defenses to wipe the grit out of his eyes, when Matt struck.
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He flew out of the shallow depression, heedless of the single round fired at him from the Suit's partner before Jamie tackled him. Jamie was kinda big.
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The second suit struggled out of Jamie's hold and mercilessly clocked him in the jaw with the butt of the handgun. Jamie's head whipped back as a cracking sound filled the air. Jamie's jaw.
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Satisfied that Jamie wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon, the second Suit spun and clicked off a shot. Another dart impacted and drove through Matt's thin T-shirt. Already he was starting to feel sluggish. The darts hurt, also, but that was distant. He could barely feel anything...
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The first suit advanced at a casual pace, believing there to be nothing abnormal with his almost-subdued quarry. Matt felt another surge of strength and power as the swell crashed over him, re-vitalizing and fresh. He dragged himself into a stooped but upright position, trudging through the deeper water. The four foot crest came up to just below his neck, and he cursed that he was only ten and still too short.
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Matt felt the poison leech out of his body, slowly but surely. The Suit fired another shot, taking the time to aim. The dart buzzed straight for Matt, but was intercepted by a wave that rose opposite the riptide. An evidently random wall of water, rising up from the backwash and against the tide, catching the round and dragging it down to the sandy bottom. Matt felt the rhythmic tug of the Atlantic Ocean peeling away the toxin and augmenting his rising strength.
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The second Suit kneed Jamie between the legs, and he collapsed again, feebly grabbing at the Suit's leg. Another kick in the face served to knock him out and down, unconscious.
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Matt grinned malevolently, feeling power surge through him. A burning, tingling sensation spread through his body, the kind he got when his legs fell asleep. Starting with his chest, channeling to his legs and head, then filling his arms. Power radiated from his hands, blue liquid-like orbs glowing from his palms.
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With his ascending hands, a wave rose as well. Not just a wave, but a huge tidal wave, a solid wall of water, slowly gaining and rising. The tingling had turned to a burning, undefinable energy that coursed through his body, focused out his hands and down into the water.  
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''"Soldiers, you will be deployed via fast-rope. You will rappel down to the ground and await the indicator in your HUD before beginning. As soon as you see the signal, you may begin. Good luck, recruits. Up first: Echo Squad! Squad Leader, make sure your squad's gear checks out."''
  
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More slick black cars rolled to a stop, right next to the two Suits on the beach. Out of the cars poured more Suits, each carrying a gun of some sort, and one a rifle. He took aim and opened fire, a three-round burst of 7.62mm ammunition that could tear a normal person apart. Matt dragged his left hand through the air, and another wave rose up, again going against the frenzied tide, and swept the bullets away. With his other hand, Matt poured more and more power into the water, the enormous tidal wave, now twenty feet high and stretching only a hundred feet wide. The water sloped down to a bare three feet at the ends.
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The wall rose up and up, twenty feet, then thirty, advancing all the time to the beach. More vans pulled up on the edge of the condo-front, all marked FBI or SWAT or Daytona Police. Men in helmets and body armor slipped from the vehicles, more guns, and settled into combat positions. Until they saw the water.  
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Always water. The tidal wave rose up and through, passing Matt by as the source of energy, a small hole in the water opening for him and him alone. The Atlantic was left bare where the wave passed, the incredible power and sheer mass came crashing down on the beach, where thirty government Suits stood waiting for their deaths beneath the tortured, pulsing dark sky.
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"Roger that, Aura." Matt yelled back. Each of them had callsigns. His was Frost. Jamie's was Scorch. Scar was Flare. Malcolm was Spark. Holly was Aura. "Alright. Squad, move out! Go, go, go!" Matt barked.
  
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Scar attached her rappel harness to the line and jumped out the side, one hand on the rope above her, and the other below and slightly behind her butt, the "brake" hand that controlled how fast the line went. Malcolm followed, then Jamie, then Holly. Matt was the last one out, as befitting his status of Squad Leader.
  
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'Kay, this is an excerpt from a future part of the second book in the series (of three), ''Harvest Reaper''. Enjoy!
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Soon the entire squad was on the ground, and Matt quickly led the squad under cover of the trees. As soon as the V-22 Osprey was out of sight, they doubled back and went after the bird. They kept the lines from the rappel - there was always a use for thirty feet of tough nylon.
  
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The countdown timer in Matt's HUD read D + 15:07 when Matt raised his fist, the sign to halt. With slow, exaggerated sign language, he indicated for the team to spread out and climb the trees. Jamie went with Matt in one tree. Scar went by herself, and Malcolm and Holly shared a third.
  
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Every soldier within hearing distance instantly obeyed the strained cry. Captain Matthew Kenderson gave no thought to throwing himself on the ground immediately, and just in time. As he grabbed a face-full of dirt, an enormous explosion tore through the wall, and carried away chunks of spongy sea-shell material. Two unfortunate soldiers were caught in the blast, and they flew backwards, as if in slow motion, off the edge of the platform, before landing below. One staggered immediately back to his feet; the other did not.  
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"Roger that, Flare. Permission granted. Scorch, outfit yours with the AR. Aura, you're our grenadier. Get the XM320 on there." The XM320 was a single-shot 40mm grenade launcher that could be attached to their carbines. Matt put one on his. Malcolm preferred a straight-up assault rifle.
  
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Matt slid down from the tree. "Spark, get down here and help me create a barricade. We need to push any incoming squads into one firing lane. Scorch, Flare, give me a dot." In response, Malcolm slid from his tree, and both Scar and Jamie highlighted the firing lane that they had access to with red laser-dots. Matt took armfuls of brambles and thin, thorned vines and dumped them to the left and right of the lane, in between the trees, to create a natural-looking wall that would influence the squads to find an easier way through. Right through their lane of fire.
  
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Five minutes passed, and no one came. The squad was getting impatient. "Spark," Matt whispered. "Be the rabbit. I need you to go along the lane and see if you can draw some fire, then sprint back here. We'll cover your approach. I'd do it myself but I'm not fast enough."
  
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"Roger that, lead." Malcolm said, grinning. "I've always been one for the suicidal frontal charge." He slid down his tree, landing in the brush below. Before he had even gone two minutes, the sound of gunfire erupted through the forest. "Frost, I've got multiple targets here. They've got me pinned, I could use some assistance!"
  
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So it was with only a shallow ache that Matt got back to his feet and clicked on a Infrared/Thermal/Low-light hybrid image setting on his visor plate, watching the dense fog suddenly lift and peel away from his line of vision, just in time to see one of the 105mm shell-spewing artillery cannon situated next to him open fire. The explosive shell struck Russian armor, incredibly clanging off and exploding two feet above the vehicle. Dang Russian engineers.  
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Holly took up a firing position, sighted through her scope, and tagged a soldier in the back of his head. He dropped like a load of rocks, asleep by the time he hit the ground. Return fire peppered the rock she had been hiding behind, and two soldiers broke off to get her. But Holly wasn't there anymore.
  
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A soldier fell as rounds tore into his inner thigh. He dropped to the ground, not out yet but with a crippled leg. He hobbled behind a piece of cover as Holly filled the air with bullets around the second soldier. A grenade rolled to a stop next to her, and at this she turned and fled back the way she had come, then darted back, and got the attention of the two remaining soldiers pinning Malcolm.
  
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At the momentary distraction, Malcolm bolted out of the hole, sprinted from rock to tree, from tree to bush, from bush to ground, and drew the soldiers down through the firing lane, followed a second later by Holly. Jamie adjusted his grip on the AR as the two squadmates ran down the path. 30 seconds later, the first soldier popped into view. Jamie waited until the last soldier appeared, then nailed the one closest to any viable cover.
  
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"Get that Apache in the air!" Matt screamed, and his comm. microphone instantly relayed his voice command to the pilot. "Bravo, suppressing fire! Target enemy AA emplacements. We need that gunship!"
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"They're making a break for the walls! Captain, their coming for the gate!" A hoarse voice called, and Matt instantly saw fresh danger; a column of MBTs were guiding several Russian Armored Personnel Carriers (APCs) to the gates, meaning to break them down.  
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"Alpha one this is Serpent, weapons primed for armor removal. Requesting permission to engage." The slick voice of the Apache pilot came as a relief, and Holly immediately transmitted the attack coordinates. The large helo lifted up, unhampered by the scattered small-arms fire that ineffectually attempted to drill through the enhanced armor plating of the hull. As it lifted off, an artillery shell narrowly missed it, and the Apache answered with a duo of missiles that detonated in the middle of the armor convoy. It ripped to shreds anything close enough and turned several vehicles onto their sides.  
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The next squad was slightly smarter. Instead of running pel-mel into the contested area, they sent one scout on ahead through the firing lane, and the rest hung back and encircled the target area. Too bad for them, Matt's squad had moved from the one killing field and into another close-by clearing, where they could easily spot the would-be flanking attack.
  
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The Apache circled off and around to come in from the flanks, Matt returned his attention back to the battle.
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"Open fire!" Matt yelled, and the two soldiers in sight twisted around, trying to find the source of the noise. One was slugged by a heavy cal. sniper shot, and the other fell to the combined fire from Jamie's AR and Matt's carbine.
  
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Scar came in, radioing the news. "I got Naval on the line, they've got some heat of their own, its a little hairy, but they've sent in a pair of fighters. New F-35s, vet pilots."
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Holly and Malcolm, still on the ground, rose out of a cover of leaves and dead brush and moved around behind the three soldiers left that came running. Standing up, they nailed two with one salvo of fire.
  
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"We could sure as heck use them." Holly responded, then, "What's the word on the column down at the beachhead? That armor was supposed to be here two hours ago."
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The last one hit the dirt and rolled under a log. Holly and Malcolm pursued.
  
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"Ran into stiff urban resistance passing through the town. Nothing they can't handle, but they've been delayed. At current pace they expect to arrive in another three-quarters hour.  
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"Negative! Disengage!" Jamie yelled, and opened fire into the brush to their left.
  
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Matt cursed. "Any other news?"
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Holly hit dirt. Malcolm followed half a second later with three rounds stitched across his back. He wasn't out yet, but his entire suit was getting quickly more rigid.
  
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"Relief aerial divisions are on the way, thirty minutes out. They need it down at the carrier, though. As for us, we've got two Frig's heading our way, they shouldn't have a problem. Mostly we're on our own. Predator and Sea Hawk UCAVs charged up and ready to go."
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He turned onto his back and fired in the general direction of where the shots had come from. Holly sidled around to him and took out a fake med-pack, wiping clean the Training Rounds and administering an electric shock through the armor. Malcolm's suit unstraightened a little, and Malcolm crawled back into better cover.
  
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"When our Frigates hit theirs in the bay, it's not gonna be pretty. I'm gonna need to get out their." Matt called again
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Jamie was still firing bursts from his AR at the last squad. Matt held his fire; there was no clear target in view, and to give away his position would be stupid. Scar attached a flash suppressor to her rifle, and started shelling the squad's general position.
  
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"I hear ya. We'll spread around some fire, keep 'em occupied. Shouldn't be too hard." Holly assured him. "Take a squad with you, you'll need it. We've got some C4 in the armory, no use here, if you want it."
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"Watch flankers." Matt advised, seeing shadows moving behind her. Scar turned and nailed one soldier who had tried to flank her, and Matt caught another with a grenade.
  
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"I think I can find a use for it." Matt said.
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Matt slid to the ground as Jamie covered him, landed, and ran in a half-crouch to Holly. He saw a rifle barrel poke out of a bush, saw a blast coming their way, and tackled Holly to the ground. The burst nailed him in the calf and he rolled up into a crouch.
  
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He was interrupted by another explosion that blasted away the artillery next to him. The Apache turned and sprayed bullets at the offender, but it was out of missiles. Seconds later it was out of bullets, too, and it returned to the fort to re-arm.  
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Matt rolled off and came up firing. Jamie suppressed the soldier that had just shot at them while Matt took him out, Holly and Malcolm covering his flank.
  
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"Get going now! We'll hold 'em. I'll make the first break with you and get out around them, to come in from the side." Holly yelled. Matt quickly called out his five best soldiers and had them all prepare for a boarding action.  
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Then Scar took multiple sustained bursts from the last soldier from the other squad, and toppled from the tree. She was out cold. Fury ignited in Matt. Toppling her from the tree was not necessary, and she could have injured herself. He and Holly outflanked the soldier and drilled him to the ground with long automatic fire.
  
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"Outlaw-Five, secure the C4 and load it into something. We'll need it at the Russian Frig. Everyone else, grab what you need, grab yourself a thruster attachment, and meet me at the North Tower!" He immediately sprinted to the chosen tower, meeting up with his five team members, designated Outlaw.  
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They split and threw themselves behind rocks, Matt reloading as he went. There were two left on the other team and three left on his; Malcolm had been drilled again in his helmet.
  
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Holly arrived a moment later with ten more of her men. "How's the party over on your end?" She asked.
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Jamie's AR barked again and again. With his suppressive fire, Matt darted from cover to cover and distracted the two soldiers long enough for Holly to creep around and take the first one out. The last soldier sprayed fire everywhere, panicking, and continued even as Matt, Jamie, and Holly's combined fire drilled him into the ground.
  
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"That artillery's throwing some heat around. Lost a couple men. You might wanna hit those first, then take out their AA. I hear those F-35 pilots prefer to enter unannounced."
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The DS broke through their comm. lines, "Cease fire. Echo team, you have won the mission. We will collect you shortly. Hold position."
  
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"Good plan. Now lets blow this joint." She replied, and they both ran and dove over the battlements, landing in a roll to break the fall. Matt was up instantly and charging for the water; Holly followed him to the edge and broke off, using the mangroves to cover her advance, closely followed by her squad. Matt wove in and out of the line of fire, ducking under bullets a second before they were fired, diving through explosions that hit in front of him. Eventually he made it to the surf pounding the shore.
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"Roger that." Matt responded. "Alright, lady and gentleman. We won!"
  
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In the midst of the storm, the water was warm and welcoming. As Matt made his way through the chest-deep water, his squad following behind, one suddenly threw his arms up and went flying through the air, as result of an explosion. He was almost certainly dead.
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The survivors of Echo Team gazed around at all the unconscious forms before them. They may as well have been dead. It was only now that Matt got the first hint of what a war could really be like. He would have to do better, make sure none of his crew got hurt, ever. This was one simple mission, and two of his own had gone. What would have happened had they been live rounds? Scar and Malcolm, dead, blink of an eye, without ever seeing their attackers. What was this going to come to?
  
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Matt slogged in a little further, then dove, putting his head under. As he did so he reached into a pocket of his utility belt, bringing out a small, metallic re-breather. He slid it into his mouth, holding it between clenched teeth like a snorkel, and activated the thruster-pack he had shrugged on. The pack was another of Dr. Stephens's ingenious designs. The regular, general purpose Tactical Battle Armor (TBA) could be upgraded and changed out for different pieces, allowing for specific elemental advantage. The latest hydro-thruster pack strapped to his back would propel him at just under 10 knots through the water. The re-breather could supply him with recycled air for 90 minutes.
 
  
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He launched himself towards the Russian Frigate stationed in the water. The Frig's powerful 105 and 40mm cannon were chewing the crap out of the fort. His plan was to blow a hole in the side of the Frig and sabotage whatever he could get his hands on, before their Frigs arrived.  
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This was war.
  
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It wasn't gonna be a cake-walk.
 
  
  
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Meanwhile, Holly had gotten completely around the assembled Russians and their entrenchments. She called the team's sniper, having him target a fixed gun emplacement, while several other soldiers unslung ZUES-MPAR single-shot disposable rocket launchers and aimed them silently at the artillery emplacements. "Fire on my command," She whispered.
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==Work In Progress Chapter 14==
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Scar was literally holding down the fort. More artillery shells hit and detonated against the walls, bringing down more chunks of sea-shell.  
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"You guys have got to check this out." Malcolm said as they boarded a cargo lift. "So the new shipments of Croc Armor have come in while you two were away, but the boys have been working overtime developing some gear strictly for the Shock Forces. I've gotten to work fitting our new armor with all our old custom stuff, but with some new toys."
  
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"D/11! Get me a line to those JSF pilots!" She called. JSF was a military acronym for Joint Strike Fighter, or the F-35s.  
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"What kind of toys?" Jamie asked, yawning. Upon arrival back at Firebase Bravo, he and Matt had been debriefed, taken several hot showers, and stuffed their guts with the contents of several MREs. Life was good.
  
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"Yes mam!" Delta Eleven replied, and patched her a link.  
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"Dude DWAI. You'll see in just a sec."
  
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"Delta One this is Raptor, requesting attack vectors, over."
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The lift sank several stories into the ground, to where Ford had had a Research and Development Lab excavated and lined with a fast-drying concrete substitute while Matt and Jamie were gone.  
  
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"Roger that Raptor One. Uploading friendly positions to your Tacmap. Confirm smoke color." Scar said, and D/11 launched a couple of cans of red smoke into the mass of Russian trenches.
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It was the classic Malcolm workshop scene, with tables and workbenches lining the walls, equipment strewn all over the place in differing states of organization. But for some reason the lights were dimmed to half-intensity, throwing the room into deep shadows.
  
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"Roger that, red smoke on the horizon."
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They got off the lift and stood for a second. Matt inhaled the stale air and examined the sets of armor that lay draped over tables, gauntlets and shoulder pauldrons dismantled.
  
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"Attack direction South, clear and hot. Recommend Bunker Buster missiles for maximum lethality." Scarlett advised.
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"I don't see anything." Jamie said after half a minute.
  
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"Bunker Buster missiles, engaging!" The pilot called, and Scar saw two phantom shadows in the distance, drawing closer. The Russians on the ground were frantically trying to kick the cans away from their position, but to no avail. The red smoke had already mixed with the thinner mist, so it appeared to be a dark blood color.  
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"I do." Malcolm said, unable to contain a grin.
  
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The two phantoms gradually resolved into a pair of F-35 JSFs, coming from the North, missiles at the ready. As Scar watched, a shrill alarm sounded the lock-on, and the missiles launched. She prepared herself for some fireworks.
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Matt looked harder. "Oh. Clever."
  
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"What?" Jamie asked.
  
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Holly held position, listening to the exchange between the Raptor pilots and Scarlett. "Wait for my signal. Hit them when those fighters launch, that way they won't know where its coming from." She called softly to her troops.
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Matt reached out with one hand and gently probed the flickering semi-shadow before him. It laughed, so Matt grabbed the camouflage cloak and pulled it off.
  
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"Aye, mam. Locked on and ready to fire." A/2 reported.
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The figure laughed again. Matt could now see the armor in greater detail, but the invisibility mechanism still worked amazingly well.
  
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"On my mark... Fire!" Holly ordered, quietly but forcefully. At the same moment that her soldiers launched, the F-35 pilots opened up a devastating wall of bullets and missiles. The hail tore holes into the terrain, the shots mildly explosive, and making tatters out of armor. The missiles burrowed into the dirt as well, and three thumps reverberated before they exploded, blowing up from below, casting dirt and pebbles everywhere, as well as bodies from the entrenchments.
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Scar and Holly tapped some controls on their gauntlets from inside their new armor and solidified into the visible spectrum.  
  
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Her own missiles struck artillery, detonating and exploding the caches of shells. Six out of six of the artillery platforms went up in flames and wreathed in smoke.  
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Malcolm hit the lights, and the room lit up.
  
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"Good call." One of the soldiers whispered, watching the Russian lines scramble in confusion.
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"Awesome! I want one." Jamie cackled.  
  
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"Alright. Phase two, capture a trench and hold it until reinforcements arrive. Two and Three, move straight in and up. Distract and destroy. Four, Five, and Six, flank left. Seven, Eight, Nine, flank right. Ten stays here and provides cover, then moves up on my signal. Go!" Holly ordered, watching with satisfaction as the soldiers scrambled to obey. She moved up with Two and Three, acting as a distraction.
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"Pretty sweet." Matt agreed. "How does it work?"
  
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One Russian spotted the distraction group a fraction earlier than Holly had expected. He called out to his comrades, and soon half the trench was facing them. Ironically, although it was the ultimate goal, it now put the attackers in an awkward position, with no cover. Advancing would only get them killed.
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"Unfortunately it sucks up power like a wild hog." Holly said, detaching a power cable from her back. "So the armor can't support it for much longer than a minute in combat situations unless its plugged into something."
  
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"Hit the dirt!" Holly yelled, throwing herself down. A man-portable artillery platform, an advanced mortar, launched from the enemy lines. The shell landed and detonated, casting Black Napalm on the ground, crisping the previously neatly manicured lawn. After all, the fort ''was'' a tourist attraction.  
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"It's none of the 'Oh, I'll take a miraculous video of whats behind me and put it in front of me and for some reason it looks like I'm invisible' crap." Malcolm explained. "That would require the entire exterior of the armor to be covered in video screens. Instead, the armor's on-board computer gets a general bearing of its surroundings and then tells its new photo-reactive armor plates to change color and shade depending on what it registers. Like we said, the computer system and the photo-plates suck power really fast, so you can only do it for about a minute on one power cell."
  
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Alpha Three was caught in the explosive fire. His TBA thermal insulation protected him against the heat for an instant before he was overwhelmed by flame. He screamed hideously, a cry of pure agony. He convulsed, twisting and writhing, before Holly lined up a shot and put a bullet in his face rather than let him die slowly, painfully. The screams mercifully cut out.
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"What's the cape for?"
  
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Alpha Two dove to the ground behind the flames, momentarily shielded. The roaring maw continued to consume the prickly green grass, spreading and threatening to destroy the entire fort. That wasn't a smart move on the Russian's part.  
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Malcolm winced. "Cloak. Camouflage cloak. It's to break up the humanoid figure. Our eyes identify things by shape and color, so if we blur the outline of your body and minimize the difference in color you're practically invisible."
  
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Holly felt a surge of energy as she accessed the power. She felt it spread down her arms, pooling at her hands of its own accord. She had never felt so alive, with this much energy and adrenaline pumping through her system. It felt ''good''.  
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Matt crossed to the worktables and inserted his arm into a gauntlet, then pulled a switch and a blade jumped out of the side. "Nice."
  
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''NO!'' She thought despairingly, tearing back the power as if it were on a leash. ''I'm never going to do that AGAIN!!''
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"Yeah. Retractable gauntlet blades, your custom elbow spikes, high-density non-standard issue gel bladders, M5 fiber gloves in the gauntlets, steel knuckles, integrated sonic pulse emitter in the helmet speakers. And then some of the newer stuff, we've got optional gauntlet attachments, custom-fit for each of us. Jamie's, Scar's, and mine shoot flames. Yours, which is a much smaller attachment, can send an electric shock through the gauntlet and anything you're touching. Holly's shoots a gas grenade loaded with tear gas. Of course, the rebreather and visor in the helmet will make you impervious to gas attacks."
  
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But the power was too strong for her to control anymore, and they needed it. Truth be told, Holly ''wanted'' to let it out. The power clamped and locked on this thought greedily, as if it had a mind of its own, and gradually forced the energy down Holly's limbs again, pooling at her fingertips, a deep emerald green.  
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"Thank heaven." Jamie snickered. "Finally, a piece of equipment that's been Matt-proofed."
  
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She forced the power out of her body, directing it at the flaming lawn, and watched as gradually the flames withered and died. Her head set to pain, a steady throbbing, but the power still wasn't gone. She still had too much, and the Russians were beginning to get apprehensive. The flames had just died before their eyes, and here this American was with emerald at her fingers, doing who knew what. Several took up aim.  
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"Somehow, I knew you would say that."
  
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They squeezed their triggers at the same moment that Holly acted. An earthen mound rose out of nowhere, the bullets impacted, and then the hill was gone. The hill reappeared in the middle of the Russian lines, casting bodies into the air and breaking various legs and ankles. She let the twenty foot wall of earth stand for a moment, then pulled it back into the ground with a wave of her hands. The collapsing hill caused a minor but devastating earthquake that shook the nearby terrain and caused ominous ripples in the harbor. The lines were devastated; trenches collapsed, earthworks tumbled, and vehicles ripped themselves to pieces. Pandemonium.
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"And I did."
  
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Holly collapsed to the ground, her head in her hands. Alpha Two rushed over to her, picked her up bodily and ran, carrying her over his shoulder, to the nearest trench. Meanwhile, the others of their squad moved up and opened fire on the remaining enemies. More shots rang out from the battlements of the fort, Scarlett and her expanded forces taking advantage of the confusion. Russians fell from two directions.  
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"Yes you did."
  
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Holly was set down gently at the bottom of a Russian trench, her head feeling like it was about to explode in her hands. The price, always a price for it. Always a price. Now, she was feeling pain. But agony would come in about six hours, so great that finally it would force her to unconsciousness. She would wake up, her head would be throbbing. And it would steadily deteriorate until she felt like herself. But for now, all she could do was hold her head and hope that her brain didn't splatter over the inside of the earthen defense.  
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"Okay."
  
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Sometimes this whole power thing sucked.
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"Alright then."
  
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A few seconds passed in silence.
  
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Matt saw the ghostly figure of the Russian frigate materialize out of the hazy harbor water. Using hand gestures, he chose a particularly rusty-looking patch on the hull, and set B/2 to lay the charge there. He adjusted his buoyancy device, sinking to the silt at the bottom. A moment later Bravo two signaled the all-clear, himself sinking to the bottom. Matt gave him five seconds, then detonated the explosive. A resonant ''BOOM!'' shook the harbor, and a massive jet of water spurted to the surface. The water immediately around the destroyed hull boiled instantly.
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"Awkward." Scarlett stated.  
  
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Liquid gushed into the hole, and the frigate listed badly to port. The ocean rushed in and in, spreading in along the path of least resistance, swarming in against the metal, until it leveled out against a bulkhead in the floor. With the water over the top of the hole, no more came in. However, four heavily armed elite American soldiers squeezed through the opening. Already the welcome mat was rolling out; three Russians were descending the flooded staircase. Matt directed two men to neutralize the targets. They could fire their guns underwater, but the bullets would do close to nothing. Instead they advanced with gauntlets at the ready, using their thruster packs for speed. The Russians weren't equipped to fight; much less, all they had on them were sidearms. Engineer crew, probably.  
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"Right. Anyway." Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Mark Two armor, really cool stuff. And it came in just in time, too."
  
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The engineers backed up so only their thighs were in water, drawing their sidearms. They fired randomly into the roiling salt water, but it was too murky to see anything. They quickly exhausted their twelve round clips and reloaded. A pair of lucky shots pinged off B/3's armor, casting a dulled ringing sound through the water that was quickly silenced. The three Russians heard and called to one another.  
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"Meaning?" Holly asked.
  
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B/4, meanwhile, flanked right, as much as he could on a narrow staircase, and caught the first engineer by surprise. He sprang forward, fist clenched, but instead of a blunt strike, he flicked a mechanism in his gauntlet and a double-edged pointed combat knife sprang out on a metal rod, burying itself in the engineer's Kevlar vest that was his only armor. The Russian cried out as he was pierced with the blade, but he wasn't dead. Four drew back his other fist and rammed it home, five times, before the engineer collapsed onto the floor.  
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"We're about to get sent out again. All of us, to go mop up that Russian detention outpost you two were at. It's a joint operation between us and the Atlantians - first official mission together, just to kinda test the waters."
  
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His two buddies retreated, still firing. Bullets pinged off armor, Four answering with his SMG, and another engineer dropped. Matt's squad advanced out of the water like wraiths, dripping and sodden. Three had taken a bullet in the arm, other than Four a bullet in the leg, other than that they were fine. Three's and Four's TBA automatically dispensed doses of Morphine and antibodies, while Two patched up their injuries.  
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"So they're sending five Shockers and how many Atlantians?" Scar asked.
  
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"Alright people, split up, plant your bombs, and rendezvous at the bridge. Our Frigs are gonna get here in twenty minutes, so be ready by then. Unless you like sleeping with the fishies." Matt said.
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"Well, a bit more than us five. And you're not gonna like it."
  
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"Sir, message from Alpha One. Says they need some assistance."
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The five of them packed their new armor and weaponry into armored crates, and Malcolm lead the crew back up to the ground floor, and from there they commandeered a Humvee for the short cross-camp drive to the armory.
  
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"Patch me through."
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Inside the semi-enclosed courtyard was a flurry of pre-mission activity. Soldiers, dressed in the head-to-toe matte black version of the newest Mk II armor, jogged from place to place, securing ammo crates, inspecting gear, loading vehicles.  
  
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"Bravo One this is Alpha. Requesting assistance." Holly yelled above the background explosions and screams.
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Ford stood on a raised platform just outside the armory wall in one corner of the courtyard surveying the proceedings. He was dressed in cut-down CROC armor and an eyepiece instead of a helmet. From time to time aides dashed up to him carrying messages, then just as quickly disappeared. Carter stood at his shoulder, helmet in hands.
  
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"Roger Alpha One. We're aboard the ship and are attempting to plant explosives as we speak."
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When Ford saw the five 'Shockers,' he motioned them over. The 13's, who had been dubbed thus by the Marine Shock Forces, felt it their due to come up with a name in return. Hence, Shockers.
  
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"Glad to hear it, Bravo One. If you could do us a little favor, the artillery on the ship is whittling us to pieces out here. There's not gonna be anything left for our guys to save if you don't take it out, ''pronto''."
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"Guys, suit up. We're going in first to soften up the AA, and then when the main strike force arrives, we breach buildings, grab all the sensitive material we can find, then high-tail it out when the bombing starts. Clear?" Carter asked.
  
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"Got it. I'll see what I can d- hang on, incoming priority call from Fleet Command." Matt said as a beeping tone interrupted him. He answered the call from the Carrier's Admiral that was stationed just outside the harbor. A Grey-haired man of 43, Admiral Dawson still insisted on being in the thick of the action, so it was no surprise when the comm. screen displayed his face posted on a smoke-and-fire-bleached background. The screen immediately split into three, as the comm. call was answered by Holly and Scarlett both.
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"Yes sir!" The crew responded as one.
  
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"Captains, we've got a snag. Our position out here has become untenable. They ambushed us, came in from the coastline and caught us with our pants down. The fleet's been decimated, and we can't hold out much longer. They just keep throwing out ships with no pause. We're retreating, repeat, retreating into the harbor. I understand the Russians have a Frigate down their, and we need you to take it out before we're shot to pieces." The admiral swore, then relayed; "They got the ''Cherokee''! Get the boats out!"  
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"Right. We'll be dropping in out of the new HALE rocket pods - High Altitude Low Entry Shock n' Awe drop pods. Just like the video games." Carter continued. "AC-130 flies by and drops us off, waits till we hit the AA, then drops down and provides support fire."
  
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"We understand sir. We're doing everything we can, but there's only so much we can do. Rest assured, we'll take out the Frigate." Holly said.
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Ford nodded. "We'll be dropping you guys in addition to Orca Team, so you'll have some more numbers to fill out the ranks at first. Find and destroy as many AA emplacements as you can, then call it in and sit tight."
  
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"Roger that, Captain. Get it done." The Admiral's comm. line cut out.
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"Right. Let's get this show on the road."
  
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"Matt, I'm coming in to help. Take out their air defenses and we'll make a pass in the gunship."  
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"Yeah, lets go plan some more cliches on the plain ride." Scar rolled her eyes.
  
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"Fine, just try not to get shot to pieces. Scar, same goes for you. Hold the fort, ''don't die.''" Matt answered. "Okay, troops. New plan. You four take out the AA batteries and light artillery. I go to the bridge and convey to the captain just how ''important'' it is for us, and him, to cease fire on the fort. Then we hold out and wait for backup to take the ship. All clear?"
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"At least it made sense this time." Malcolm pointed out.
  
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It sounded clear enough, but then, how easy could it be for four men to crawl around on the deck of a hostile Frigate and destroy a bunch of heavy guns?
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"Hey!" Matt laughed.
  
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Five minutes later, Matt was making his way down a dark stainless-steel corridor on the ship when a three-man Search and Destroy team rounded the corner ahead.
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The five of them split up into the locker rooms in the armory and helped eachother into their armor. It took about ten minutes to gear up in their armor, then another five while they signed out and inspected their custom weapons, each enhanced to fit the user. Matt's HK UMP-45 had been modified for higher muzzle velocity, and Matt had custom-ordered his own magazine design that held thirty-five instead of twenty-five rounds, and was fatter and wider instead of longer. Matt had also kept the SMG's distinguishing .45 ACP rounds for increased stopping power.
  
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Without thinking, Matt tucked his Pulse R71 SMG into the hollow of his shoulder and fired off a burst, simultaneously strafing along the corridor until he found a bulkhead door. The surprised Russian at the corner jerked back as a trio of bullets shattered and ricocheted off the corner wall. As he pulled his nose back behind cover, his buddies rolled out from cover and opened fire as well.
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The rest used XM8's in various configurations, with the exception that Jamie swapped his MP7 for a M1014 combat shotgun.
  
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By this time Matt had found a bulkhead and had rammed his boot into the door. Three things happened. One, his nerves sent a jolt of pain through his leg into his brain, which he promptly ignored. Two, a large dent appeared in the door. And three, the sound of tortured, twisting metal filled the air. Bullets impacted on both sides of the door frame as the two Russians opened fire, but they missed, partly because they were new recruits and this was their first firefight, and partly because firing from the hip only works in movies, video games, and really bad novels.  
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Now that the Mk. II armor had an integrated anti-armor missile weapon system, Matt didn't need to carry a rocket-launcher or grenade launcher, but instead strapped an MP7 to his thigh, a Magnum under his shoulder, and an electric-flanged mace across his back.  
  
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Matt planted his feet firmly and bashed the door again with the stock plate of the SMG and one hinge broke off the door, causing it to sag wide. Another hit, downward to the final hinge, caused the door to crash to the ground, and Matt dove into the room. He had chosen this room, a washer-dryer room, because the door had smelled of rust, probably from a combination of the added humidity from the washer and poor ship service.
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"I love this new armor." Holly said once they had joined back up and were piling into a Humvee that would take them to the runway. "They updated all the joints and improved the exoskeletons, so it feels like you're floating."
  
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The two Russians dashed forward, eager for the kill, to find Matt at the door with a knife in one hand and a metal pipe about an inch thick and three feet long in the other, which he had torn from the washer machine. The first Russian had his knee taken out with a kick, followed by a grisly snap as it broke, and was dispatched with a blunt blow to the head from the pipe. The second one raised his gun to fire, but too late, and Matt jumped out and pounced with the blade, severing the Carotid artery.  
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"I wouldn't say floating, but we can actually move, yeah. Sixty pounds of armor, another forty or fifty pounds of ammo and equipment while we're fighting."
  
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The third Russian had been advancing at a more cautious pace, he shouldered his weapon and fired off a full-auto stream while retreating to the safety of the corner. Matt ducked into another room, this door luckily unlocked, to avoid the hail. As soon as it petered out to a stop, he poked his head around the door. The Russian had thrown his SMG to the ground and was reaching for his sidearm. Matt sprayed an answering full-auto burst that startled the recruit into dropping his gun and the clip, which both scattered across the floor. He dove after his gun, but Matt quickly darted forward and kicked the clip away, using the butt of his gun as a club and swinging a wide arc to the Russian's head. It connected with the side of the head, causing a fracture and blood.  
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They exited the Humvee and boarded the AC-130, strapping themselves in for the two-hour flight to the Russian encampment. Atlantis was a big place.
  
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Matt scanned the dark hallways for more enemies, breathing heavily. Finding none, he dropped the clip in his gun and reloaded, then continued for the bridge.
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"We should meet up with an Atlantian Zeppelin about ten miles out from the base, set up a zip line, and Orca will ride across to our bird." An operator told them over their helmet's internal comm. "We've got two hours till the drop, so make yourselves comfortable."
  
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Matt pulled an oxygen mask from its cradle behind his head and slotted it over his face. They would be going high enough that it would be hard to breath. His full-helmet had its own internal air scrubbers, but they could recycle air for a maximum of 20 minutes, and anyways he didn't want to use up his oxygen reserves just for the flight.
  
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Holly ducked as a massive explosion tore chunks out of the earth in front of her. Huddled against the side of the captured trench, she was relatively protected against the heavy gunfire, and after the reverberations stopped she gave her ears a moment to stop ringing, then stood and fired off a few rounds.
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For the next hour and a half, the crew alternated cleaning their weapons, adjusting their sights, fine-tuning fore-grips and mounted grenade launchers and high-intensity halogen flashlights, and taking cat-naps.
  
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Two out of twelve found targets. It wasn't like in the games, where almost every shot hit. In real life, people died when they were hit.  
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Carter roused the crew fifteen minutes prior to their scheduled rendezvous with the Atlantians. Each of them went through their final pre-launch equipment checklist, making sure everything worked correctly, then checked eachother's gear.  
  
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Neither of the two rounds penetrated armor, but they cut the Russian down to size as one struck him between the legs. Holly winced. That musta hurt.
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Matt felt his heart speed up as the AC-130 pulled into a steep dive. They would have to get lower if they wanted the zeppelin to be able to keep pace.
  
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Then one of his buddies was up and spraying rounds from his assault rifle, before Holly took him out as well. One shot in the arm, one in the chest, two in the neck. The Russians were less concerned over their foot soldier's armoring than their vehicle armor, and even then their engineers didn't focus on survivability, but really big bullets fired out of really big guns.
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"Alright, boys and girls, time to get suited up." The operator said as the red light blinked on. The six of them slid full-face helmets on over their padded skull caps and made sure the oxygen tanks were fully charged. It would suck to black out from the G's taking away the oxygen from your brain, and end up dying because you couldn't hit a control at the right moment.

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Book One: Atlantis Rising


Written by Brandon Krupczak


Atlantis Rising: Chapter 1 Atlantis Rising: Chapter 11
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 2 Atlantis Rising: Chapter 12
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 3 Atlantis Rising: Chapter 13
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 4
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 5
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 6
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 7
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 8
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 9
Atlantis Rising: Chapter 10

Hello people reading this! You may have accidentally stumbled upon a book that is under way currently. The book is basically about World War Three, in a world where there are eight continents. The eighth is Atlantis, which surfaces in December of 2012. Maybe the Mayan calendar wasn't counting down to this day, but counting up to the day when Atlantis would rise above the oceans once more, supposedly.

Below is a random chapter from the book that I display here on the front page. The link above brings you to the page that the chapter is actually housed at. If you scroll down to the very bottom, you'll find my work in progress section, where I write the next section/chapter of the book. Because I start writing completely fresh chapters, the work in progress section might end in a fragment of thought, or there might not be anything displayed there.

Please also note that none of my writing here is completed and I go back numerous times to a piece to improve it. The chapter below will be changed multiple times and improved upon, so if you read it now you might wanna check back every now and again to see if I changed anything.

Also, please note that any writing I do here is written to entertain, and therefore the story has to fit in with itself, so please excuse any religious or opinionated writing I have here and do not take it into offense. Please don't copy my work. It's not nice.


Also check out my friend Jamie Knox's writing here:

Reaper's First Drop

And here's a new, alternate account of the war, from the perspective of an elite soldier from an elite Black-Ops Spec-Ops division.

Atlantis Rising: Perfect War

And another little project of mine. Here, I'm writing about the video game Fallout 3. The setting, premise, and some of the characters are not my creation, but basically I'm taking the game and writing my own addition.

Fallout 3

An additional project, using the concept and setting of the Fallout universe again. This is an idea I've wanted to explore: A Fallout game in the Carribean.

Fallout: Caribbean

And a Halo project, told from the perspective of a Marine Fireteam. Just regular soldiers, not Spartans or even ODSTs.

Halo: Fireteam


[edit] Atlantis Teaser

"Soldiers, you will be deployed via fast-rope. You will rappel down to the ground and await the indicator in your HUD before beginning. As soon as you see the signal, you may begin. Good luck, recruits. Up first: Echo Squad! Squad Leader, make sure your squad's gear checks out."

The DS gestured to Matt, and all of them went and gave one another triple buddy checks.

"Ready when you are, Frost!" Holly yelled over their Team comm.

"Roger that, Aura." Matt yelled back. Each of them had callsigns. His was Frost. Jamie's was Scorch. Scar was Flare. Malcolm was Spark. Holly was Aura. "Alright. Squad, move out! Go, go, go!" Matt barked.

Scar attached her rappel harness to the line and jumped out the side, one hand on the rope above her, and the other below and slightly behind her butt, the "brake" hand that controlled how fast the line went. Malcolm followed, then Jamie, then Holly. Matt was the last one out, as befitting his status of Squad Leader.

Scar landed, disengaged her harness, and let it drop to the forest floor. A crew would come later and get it.

Soon the entire squad was on the ground, and Matt quickly led the squad under cover of the trees. As soon as the V-22 Osprey was out of sight, they doubled back and went after the bird. They kept the lines from the rappel - there was always a use for thirty feet of tough nylon.

The countdown timer in Matt's HUD read D + 15:07 when Matt raised his fist, the sign to halt. With slow, exaggerated sign language, he indicated for the team to spread out and climb the trees. Jamie went with Matt in one tree. Scar went by herself, and Malcolm and Holly shared a third.

"Frost, requesting permission to re-format to a sniper?" Scar whispered over the Teamcomm.

"Roger that, Flare. Permission granted. Scorch, outfit yours with the AR. Aura, you're our grenadier. Get the XM320 on there." The XM320 was a single-shot 40mm grenade launcher that could be attached to their carbines. Matt put one on his. Malcolm preferred a straight-up assault rifle.

Beside Matt, almost completely invisible in the heavy jungle shadow, Jamie lay prone along two branches, with his AR balanced on a third branch with a clear line-of-sight to the ground.

Matt slid down from the tree. "Spark, get down here and help me create a barricade. We need to push any incoming squads into one firing lane. Scorch, Flare, give me a dot." In response, Malcolm slid from his tree, and both Scar and Jamie highlighted the firing lane that they had access to with red laser-dots. Matt took armfuls of brambles and thin, thorned vines and dumped them to the left and right of the lane, in between the trees, to create a natural-looking wall that would influence the squads to find an easier way through. Right through their lane of fire.

Matt strung triplines further out into the jungle with the Nylon cables, attaching them to frag grenades.

Matt's countdown ended. "Alright people, we can now shoot at and be shot. Let's wrap this up." Malcolm laid the last armful of brambles in place, and then they both scampered up into their separate trees. There were five other squads in this particular mission, all within a square mile. It wouldn't be long before they had some hits.

Five minutes passed, and no one came. The squad was getting impatient. "Spark," Matt whispered. "Be the rabbit. I need you to go along the lane and see if you can draw some fire, then sprint back here. We'll cover your approach. I'd do it myself but I'm not fast enough."

"Roger that, lead." Malcolm said, grinning. "I've always been one for the suicidal frontal charge." He slid down his tree, landing in the brush below. Before he had even gone two minutes, the sound of gunfire erupted through the forest. "Frost, I've got multiple targets here. They've got me pinned, I could use some assistance!"

Matt looked to Holly. She nodded, slid down, and circled around to the right to counter-flank the guys surrounding Malcolm. "Spark, help is on the way. How long can you hold?"

"I've got good cover, I'm inside a shallow cave-thing in the ground. I can hold out a while."

"Roger that. Keep your head down, but keep the attention centered on you. And watch out, they'll try to advance. Watch your flanks."

"You got it, Frost." Malcolm said, and tossed a grenade out the opening of the cave. It exploded, and Malcolm heard someone groan. "Yeah, bring it!" He shouted.

Holly took up a firing position, sighted through her scope, and tagged a soldier in the back of his head. He dropped like a load of rocks, asleep by the time he hit the ground. Return fire peppered the rock she had been hiding behind, and two soldiers broke off to get her. But Holly wasn't there anymore.

A soldier fell as rounds tore into his inner thigh. He dropped to the ground, not out yet but with a crippled leg. He hobbled behind a piece of cover as Holly filled the air with bullets around the second soldier. A grenade rolled to a stop next to her, and at this she turned and fled back the way she had come, then darted back, and got the attention of the two remaining soldiers pinning Malcolm.

At the momentary distraction, Malcolm bolted out of the hole, sprinted from rock to tree, from tree to bush, from bush to ground, and drew the soldiers down through the firing lane, followed a second later by Holly. Jamie adjusted his grip on the AR as the two squadmates ran down the path. 30 seconds later, the first soldier popped into view. Jamie waited until the last soldier appeared, then nailed the one closest to any viable cover.

The steady thrum of the AR set Matt's head pounding, and he opened fire on the last one in the line. Then Scar fired, and a round slugged the first soldier in the chest.

Jamie's target fell from hits to the leg, side, and shoulder. He wasn't quite gone, but almost. Jamie finished him off with another quick, sustained burst.

Matt's soldier dropped to the ground, out for the count with five rounds in his chest and more in his left arm.

Scar's target took the heavy caliber bullet in the chest and sat down with the force, hard, landing on his butt and jarring his head. Before he could recover, Scar punched another round into his chest. He spun halfway around and ate dirt.

Four down. The last soldier turned to flee, but Holly popped out of the shadows and nailed him with a grenade from her XM320, which cast training rounds into a wide arc everywhere, painting the nearby forest a vivid crimson.

"Alright!" Jamie crowed.

Matt disengaged his spent clip and slapped a new one in. "Let's hope the other squads come running for the noise. One down, three to go, gentlemen."


The next squad was slightly smarter. Instead of running pel-mel into the contested area, they sent one scout on ahead through the firing lane, and the rest hung back and encircled the target area. Too bad for them, Matt's squad had moved from the one killing field and into another close-by clearing, where they could easily spot the would-be flanking attack.

"Open fire!" Matt yelled, and the two soldiers in sight twisted around, trying to find the source of the noise. One was slugged by a heavy cal. sniper shot, and the other fell to the combined fire from Jamie's AR and Matt's carbine.

Holly and Malcolm, still on the ground, rose out of a cover of leaves and dead brush and moved around behind the three soldiers left that came running. Standing up, they nailed two with one salvo of fire.

The last one hit the dirt and rolled under a log. Holly and Malcolm pursued.

"Negative! Disengage!" Jamie yelled, and opened fire into the brush to their left.

Holly hit dirt. Malcolm followed half a second later with three rounds stitched across his back. He wasn't out yet, but his entire suit was getting quickly more rigid.

He turned onto his back and fired in the general direction of where the shots had come from. Holly sidled around to him and took out a fake med-pack, wiping clean the Training Rounds and administering an electric shock through the armor. Malcolm's suit unstraightened a little, and Malcolm crawled back into better cover.

Jamie was still firing bursts from his AR at the last squad. Matt held his fire; there was no clear target in view, and to give away his position would be stupid. Scar attached a flash suppressor to her rifle, and started shelling the squad's general position.

"Watch flankers." Matt advised, seeing shadows moving behind her. Scar turned and nailed one soldier who had tried to flank her, and Matt caught another with a grenade.

Matt slid to the ground as Jamie covered him, landed, and ran in a half-crouch to Holly. He saw a rifle barrel poke out of a bush, saw a blast coming their way, and tackled Holly to the ground. The burst nailed him in the calf and he rolled up into a crouch.

Matt rolled off and came up firing. Jamie suppressed the soldier that had just shot at them while Matt took him out, Holly and Malcolm covering his flank.

Then Scar took multiple sustained bursts from the last soldier from the other squad, and toppled from the tree. She was out cold. Fury ignited in Matt. Toppling her from the tree was not necessary, and she could have injured herself. He and Holly outflanked the soldier and drilled him to the ground with long automatic fire.

They split and threw themselves behind rocks, Matt reloading as he went. There were two left on the other team and three left on his; Malcolm had been drilled again in his helmet.

Jamie's AR barked again and again. With his suppressive fire, Matt darted from cover to cover and distracted the two soldiers long enough for Holly to creep around and take the first one out. The last soldier sprayed fire everywhere, panicking, and continued even as Matt, Jamie, and Holly's combined fire drilled him into the ground.

The DS broke through their comm. lines, "Cease fire. Echo team, you have won the mission. We will collect you shortly. Hold position."

"Roger that." Matt responded. "Alright, lady and gentleman. We won!"

The survivors of Echo Team gazed around at all the unconscious forms before them. They may as well have been dead. It was only now that Matt got the first hint of what a war could really be like. He would have to do better, make sure none of his crew got hurt, ever. This was one simple mission, and two of his own had gone. What would have happened had they been live rounds? Scar and Malcolm, dead, blink of an eye, without ever seeing their attackers. What was this going to come to?


This was war.


[edit] Work In Progress Chapter 14


"You guys have got to check this out." Malcolm said as they boarded a cargo lift. "So the new shipments of Croc Armor have come in while you two were away, but the boys have been working overtime developing some gear strictly for the Shock Forces. I've gotten to work fitting our new armor with all our old custom stuff, but with some new toys."

"What kind of toys?" Jamie asked, yawning. Upon arrival back at Firebase Bravo, he and Matt had been debriefed, taken several hot showers, and stuffed their guts with the contents of several MREs. Life was good.

"Dude DWAI. You'll see in just a sec."

The lift sank several stories into the ground, to where Ford had had a Research and Development Lab excavated and lined with a fast-drying concrete substitute while Matt and Jamie were gone.

It was the classic Malcolm workshop scene, with tables and workbenches lining the walls, equipment strewn all over the place in differing states of organization. But for some reason the lights were dimmed to half-intensity, throwing the room into deep shadows.

They got off the lift and stood for a second. Matt inhaled the stale air and examined the sets of armor that lay draped over tables, gauntlets and shoulder pauldrons dismantled.

"I don't see anything." Jamie said after half a minute.

"I do." Malcolm said, unable to contain a grin.

Matt looked harder. "Oh. Clever."

"What?" Jamie asked.

Matt reached out with one hand and gently probed the flickering semi-shadow before him. It laughed, so Matt grabbed the camouflage cloak and pulled it off.

The figure laughed again. Matt could now see the armor in greater detail, but the invisibility mechanism still worked amazingly well.

Scar and Holly tapped some controls on their gauntlets from inside their new armor and solidified into the visible spectrum.

Malcolm hit the lights, and the room lit up.

"Awesome! I want one." Jamie cackled.

"Pretty sweet." Matt agreed. "How does it work?"

"Unfortunately it sucks up power like a wild hog." Holly said, detaching a power cable from her back. "So the armor can't support it for much longer than a minute in combat situations unless its plugged into something."

"It's none of the 'Oh, I'll take a miraculous video of whats behind me and put it in front of me and for some reason it looks like I'm invisible' crap." Malcolm explained. "That would require the entire exterior of the armor to be covered in video screens. Instead, the armor's on-board computer gets a general bearing of its surroundings and then tells its new photo-reactive armor plates to change color and shade depending on what it registers. Like we said, the computer system and the photo-plates suck power really fast, so you can only do it for about a minute on one power cell."

"What's the cape for?"

Malcolm winced. "Cloak. Camouflage cloak. It's to break up the humanoid figure. Our eyes identify things by shape and color, so if we blur the outline of your body and minimize the difference in color you're practically invisible."

Matt crossed to the worktables and inserted his arm into a gauntlet, then pulled a switch and a blade jumped out of the side. "Nice."

"Yeah. Retractable gauntlet blades, your custom elbow spikes, high-density non-standard issue gel bladders, M5 fiber gloves in the gauntlets, steel knuckles, integrated sonic pulse emitter in the helmet speakers. And then some of the newer stuff, we've got optional gauntlet attachments, custom-fit for each of us. Jamie's, Scar's, and mine shoot flames. Yours, which is a much smaller attachment, can send an electric shock through the gauntlet and anything you're touching. Holly's shoots a gas grenade loaded with tear gas. Of course, the rebreather and visor in the helmet will make you impervious to gas attacks."

"Thank heaven." Jamie snickered. "Finally, a piece of equipment that's been Matt-proofed."

"Somehow, I knew you would say that."

"And I did."

"Yes you did."

"Okay."

"Alright then."

A few seconds passed in silence.

"Awkward." Scarlett stated.

"Right. Anyway." Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Mark Two armor, really cool stuff. And it came in just in time, too."

"Meaning?" Holly asked.

"We're about to get sent out again. All of us, to go mop up that Russian detention outpost you two were at. It's a joint operation between us and the Atlantians - first official mission together, just to kinda test the waters."

"So they're sending five Shockers and how many Atlantians?" Scar asked.

"Well, a bit more than us five. And you're not gonna like it."

The five of them packed their new armor and weaponry into armored crates, and Malcolm lead the crew back up to the ground floor, and from there they commandeered a Humvee for the short cross-camp drive to the armory.

Inside the semi-enclosed courtyard was a flurry of pre-mission activity. Soldiers, dressed in the head-to-toe matte black version of the newest Mk II armor, jogged from place to place, securing ammo crates, inspecting gear, loading vehicles.

Ford stood on a raised platform just outside the armory wall in one corner of the courtyard surveying the proceedings. He was dressed in cut-down CROC armor and an eyepiece instead of a helmet. From time to time aides dashed up to him carrying messages, then just as quickly disappeared. Carter stood at his shoulder, helmet in hands.

When Ford saw the five 'Shockers,' he motioned them over. The 13's, who had been dubbed thus by the Marine Shock Forces, felt it their due to come up with a name in return. Hence, Shockers.

"Guys, suit up. We're going in first to soften up the AA, and then when the main strike force arrives, we breach buildings, grab all the sensitive material we can find, then high-tail it out when the bombing starts. Clear?" Carter asked.

"Yes sir!" The crew responded as one.

"Right. We'll be dropping in out of the new HALE rocket pods - High Altitude Low Entry Shock n' Awe drop pods. Just like the video games." Carter continued. "AC-130 flies by and drops us off, waits till we hit the AA, then drops down and provides support fire."

Ford nodded. "We'll be dropping you guys in addition to Orca Team, so you'll have some more numbers to fill out the ranks at first. Find and destroy as many AA emplacements as you can, then call it in and sit tight."

"Right. Let's get this show on the road."

"Yeah, lets go plan some more cliches on the plain ride." Scar rolled her eyes.

"At least it made sense this time." Malcolm pointed out.

"Hey!" Matt laughed.

The five of them split up into the locker rooms in the armory and helped eachother into their armor. It took about ten minutes to gear up in their armor, then another five while they signed out and inspected their custom weapons, each enhanced to fit the user. Matt's HK UMP-45 had been modified for higher muzzle velocity, and Matt had custom-ordered his own magazine design that held thirty-five instead of twenty-five rounds, and was fatter and wider instead of longer. Matt had also kept the SMG's distinguishing .45 ACP rounds for increased stopping power.

The rest used XM8's in various configurations, with the exception that Jamie swapped his MP7 for a M1014 combat shotgun.

Now that the Mk. II armor had an integrated anti-armor missile weapon system, Matt didn't need to carry a rocket-launcher or grenade launcher, but instead strapped an MP7 to his thigh, a Magnum under his shoulder, and an electric-flanged mace across his back.

"I love this new armor." Holly said once they had joined back up and were piling into a Humvee that would take them to the runway. "They updated all the joints and improved the exoskeletons, so it feels like you're floating."

"I wouldn't say floating, but we can actually move, yeah. Sixty pounds of armor, another forty or fifty pounds of ammo and equipment while we're fighting."

They exited the Humvee and boarded the AC-130, strapping themselves in for the two-hour flight to the Russian encampment. Atlantis was a big place.

"We should meet up with an Atlantian Zeppelin about ten miles out from the base, set up a zip line, and Orca will ride across to our bird." An operator told them over their helmet's internal comm. "We've got two hours till the drop, so make yourselves comfortable."

Matt pulled an oxygen mask from its cradle behind his head and slotted it over his face. They would be going high enough that it would be hard to breath. His full-helmet had its own internal air scrubbers, but they could recycle air for a maximum of 20 minutes, and anyways he didn't want to use up his oxygen reserves just for the flight.

For the next hour and a half, the crew alternated cleaning their weapons, adjusting their sights, fine-tuning fore-grips and mounted grenade launchers and high-intensity halogen flashlights, and taking cat-naps.

Carter roused the crew fifteen minutes prior to their scheduled rendezvous with the Atlantians. Each of them went through their final pre-launch equipment checklist, making sure everything worked correctly, then checked eachother's gear.

Matt felt his heart speed up as the AC-130 pulled into a steep dive. They would have to get lower if they wanted the zeppelin to be able to keep pace.

"Alright, boys and girls, time to get suited up." The operator said as the red light blinked on. The six of them slid full-face helmets on over their padded skull caps and made sure the oxygen tanks were fully charged. It would suck to black out from the G's taking away the oxygen from your brain, and end up dying because you couldn't hit a control at the right moment.

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