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| − | ' | + | He had trained with his team on many occasions, but this was the first real battle. West, Dyke, Sanders, Rieley, Shama, and Trippe made up his assault team. Hoewin was sniper, Chaumers was anti-armor, and the Nelson brothers were the machine gunners. He was the leader, with West second-in-command. |
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| + | "Let's go!" Tom shouted hoarsely. His team obeyed without question. They sprinted after him as he ran pellmell down the hallway, swinging a wide arc around a corner. | ||
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| + | The sirens wailed in and out of hearing as they ran behind a corner. Ahead of them was an exit door marked with a yellow and red stripe over the door frame. It was open, and they rushed through out into the courtyard. Above them on the wall, heavy machine guns pounded the forest around them. The crack of sniper shots echoed throughout the place. | ||
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| + | Tom ran up to the gates, his men right behind him. They lined up in front of the doors, the gate controlers waiting for a bigger group to open the gates. Pretty soon a hundred men were lined up, and the gates shuddered aside. With Tom in the lead, they rushed outside to see a lethal, scary scene. | ||
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| + | Flashes of light jumped around everywhere as the Atlantian and Iraqi forces fired upon the guards and autoguns on the wall, and the Americans returned fire. Explosions dotted the field, and it was filled with the screaming of men dying. Tom had no time to dwell on it, instead breaking off from the main group, his men in tow. | ||
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| + | Tom ran up to a cluster of boulders, ducking for cover against it's protective flank. His men were practically glued to his back. They ducked under a screaming mortar as it collided into the wall behind them. Tom was squatting in a puddle of water and coupled with the blinding rain, his teeth were already beginning to chatter, but he peeked over the rocks, gaging the threat. | ||
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| + | He nearly had a bullet in his face as one glanced off the slippery rock in front of him and shot up towards his head. Luckily his helmet sent the bullet grazing off and in the opposite direction. Ducking back down, one of his men opened up a few rounds for covering fire. | ||
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| + | The Nelson brothers flanked to either side, laying down suppressive fire for Hoewin, who was finding higher ground to snipe from. Chaumers fired at a clump of Raptors, and the high-heat missile sent them yelping away in retreat. | ||
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| + | Tom continued to take peeking shots, leaving almost none of his body exposed as he did. West was right beside him, working his way to the front as he fired. He liked to be in the thick of the action. | ||
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| + | Tom tried to fire another burst, but the clip was empty. Bullets sailed close over his head; he could practically feel them. Cursing, he dived behind a larger clump of boulders, expecting at any second to feel the fiery sting of a bullet impale him. | ||
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| + | Crouching, he reloaded his rifle, fumbling with the clip from adrenaline. He finally fit it into the slot. Twisting around into a hunched stand, he nearly fell back in surprise. Stumbling back, his eyes registered an enormous, terrifying Velociraptor bending over the rocks he was using as cover. Red war paint was smeared over it's face, giving it a terrible, vicious appearance. | ||
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| + | It gazed at him with contempt obvious on its face, rainwater drizzling down its muzzle in streams. And all Tom could do was pray. All it had to do was open its jaws, lean forward, and snap them up, then Tom would be done. Done. Done for good. No waking up. No nothing. | ||
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| + | In a last, desperate attempt at survival, Tom twisted and ran, stooping to pick up a rock in the process. The Raptor bounded after him, raking its claw down his back. Tom tried not to cry out in agony. Raising its killing claw, it charged. Right as the claw was an inch from Tom's back, he dove to the side. The claw planted itself into the dirt. | ||
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| + | The Raptor landed with it, snarling angrily. It had missed for the first time in its life. It turned at Tom and growled, a fierce challenge to the enemy. Her rider twisted around, an AK-74 assault rifle in his hand, pointing at Tom. He stood no chance. | ||
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| + | Tom flung the rock at the Raptor's rider with all his strength. The tiny stone missile caught the man between his eyes, momentarily stunning him and knocking him off balance, making him slouch in the saddle. The Raptor cried out in alarm: her Master was hurt. | ||
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| + | Tom took advantage of the momentary confusion to dive behind a rock, hopefully to safety, but instead onto a fallen body. | ||
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| + | Oh, ''so'' gross. Tom gagged, then stopped. He realized something: fallen soldiers had fallen weapons, which wouldn't have fallen so far from the body. | ||
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| + | Scrambling frantically through the mud, his fear-numbed hands grasped at a bit of cold plastic material. Yanking it up from the suction-like mud, he brought it into view: a handgun. What type he didn't care, he whirled above the rock, aimed, and fired. The first bullet hit the Raptor's shoulder, causing it to whirl around, snarling in pain. The second bullet took the rider in the chest. | ||
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| + | The rider was thrown off the beast with a violent twisting motion, coming down to earth and face planting in the mud. He didn't stir. | ||
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| + | The alarmed Raptor snorted in fear, and a moment later it too met its end as Hoewin finally reached the summit of a small hill, and taking notice of Tom's distress, cracked off a shot at the beast. | ||
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| + | Trying not to scream in frustration, Tom sprinted back to his fallen assault rifle, checking to make sure it wasn't damaged by the rain or mud, when he heard the cry. On the other side of the group of rocks, West was in danger. | ||
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| + | “Help! Help!!!” The shrill cry of pain chilled Tom's already freezing blood. An enormous Velociraptor was hanging over the man, and Tom saw Shama face down in a puddle of reddish mud, with Sanders, Dyke, Rieley, and Trippe sprawled across various rocks, all looking dazed. Without stopping to think, he brought around his rifle and fired. The Raptor fell to the ground amidst a flurry of lead. | ||
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==Illustrations== | ==Illustrations== | ||
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Revision as of 10:48, 15 December 2007
THE ATLANTIS STORY BY: BRANDON KRUPCZAK AND WILL ANDERSON
Please note this is only a teaser, and if you want to see the rest of the story, type in 'Atlantis: chapter 1' to get to chapter 1 and the prologue, 'Atlantis, chapter 2' to get to chapter two, and so on and so forth.
He had trained with his team on many occasions, but this was the first real battle. West, Dyke, Sanders, Rieley, Shama, and Trippe made up his assault team. Hoewin was sniper, Chaumers was anti-armor, and the Nelson brothers were the machine gunners. He was the leader, with West second-in-command.
"Let's go!" Tom shouted hoarsely. His team obeyed without question. They sprinted after him as he ran pellmell down the hallway, swinging a wide arc around a corner.
The sirens wailed in and out of hearing as they ran behind a corner. Ahead of them was an exit door marked with a yellow and red stripe over the door frame. It was open, and they rushed through out into the courtyard. Above them on the wall, heavy machine guns pounded the forest around them. The crack of sniper shots echoed throughout the place.
Tom ran up to the gates, his men right behind him. They lined up in front of the doors, the gate controlers waiting for a bigger group to open the gates. Pretty soon a hundred men were lined up, and the gates shuddered aside. With Tom in the lead, they rushed outside to see a lethal, scary scene.
Flashes of light jumped around everywhere as the Atlantian and Iraqi forces fired upon the guards and autoguns on the wall, and the Americans returned fire. Explosions dotted the field, and it was filled with the screaming of men dying. Tom had no time to dwell on it, instead breaking off from the main group, his men in tow.
Tom ran up to a cluster of boulders, ducking for cover against it's protective flank. His men were practically glued to his back. They ducked under a screaming mortar as it collided into the wall behind them. Tom was squatting in a puddle of water and coupled with the blinding rain, his teeth were already beginning to chatter, but he peeked over the rocks, gaging the threat.
He nearly had a bullet in his face as one glanced off the slippery rock in front of him and shot up towards his head. Luckily his helmet sent the bullet grazing off and in the opposite direction. Ducking back down, one of his men opened up a few rounds for covering fire.
The Nelson brothers flanked to either side, laying down suppressive fire for Hoewin, who was finding higher ground to snipe from. Chaumers fired at a clump of Raptors, and the high-heat missile sent them yelping away in retreat.
Tom continued to take peeking shots, leaving almost none of his body exposed as he did. West was right beside him, working his way to the front as he fired. He liked to be in the thick of the action.
Tom tried to fire another burst, but the clip was empty. Bullets sailed close over his head; he could practically feel them. Cursing, he dived behind a larger clump of boulders, expecting at any second to feel the fiery sting of a bullet impale him.
Crouching, he reloaded his rifle, fumbling with the clip from adrenaline. He finally fit it into the slot. Twisting around into a hunched stand, he nearly fell back in surprise. Stumbling back, his eyes registered an enormous, terrifying Velociraptor bending over the rocks he was using as cover. Red war paint was smeared over it's face, giving it a terrible, vicious appearance.
It gazed at him with contempt obvious on its face, rainwater drizzling down its muzzle in streams. And all Tom could do was pray. All it had to do was open its jaws, lean forward, and snap them up, then Tom would be done. Done. Done for good. No waking up. No nothing.
In a last, desperate attempt at survival, Tom twisted and ran, stooping to pick up a rock in the process. The Raptor bounded after him, raking its claw down his back. Tom tried not to cry out in agony. Raising its killing claw, it charged. Right as the claw was an inch from Tom's back, he dove to the side. The claw planted itself into the dirt.
The Raptor landed with it, snarling angrily. It had missed for the first time in its life. It turned at Tom and growled, a fierce challenge to the enemy. Her rider twisted around, an AK-74 assault rifle in his hand, pointing at Tom. He stood no chance.
Tom flung the rock at the Raptor's rider with all his strength. The tiny stone missile caught the man between his eyes, momentarily stunning him and knocking him off balance, making him slouch in the saddle. The Raptor cried out in alarm: her Master was hurt.
Tom took advantage of the momentary confusion to dive behind a rock, hopefully to safety, but instead onto a fallen body.
Oh, so gross. Tom gagged, then stopped. He realized something: fallen soldiers had fallen weapons, which wouldn't have fallen so far from the body.
Scrambling frantically through the mud, his fear-numbed hands grasped at a bit of cold plastic material. Yanking it up from the suction-like mud, he brought it into view: a handgun. What type he didn't care, he whirled above the rock, aimed, and fired. The first bullet hit the Raptor's shoulder, causing it to whirl around, snarling in pain. The second bullet took the rider in the chest.
The rider was thrown off the beast with a violent twisting motion, coming down to earth and face planting in the mud. He didn't stir.
The alarmed Raptor snorted in fear, and a moment later it too met its end as Hoewin finally reached the summit of a small hill, and taking notice of Tom's distress, cracked off a shot at the beast.
Trying not to scream in frustration, Tom sprinted back to his fallen assault rifle, checking to make sure it wasn't damaged by the rain or mud, when he heard the cry. On the other side of the group of rocks, West was in danger.
“Help! Help!!!” The shrill cry of pain chilled Tom's already freezing blood. An enormous Velociraptor was hanging over the man, and Tom saw Shama face down in a puddle of reddish mud, with Sanders, Dyke, Rieley, and Trippe sprawled across various rocks, all looking dazed. Without stopping to think, he brought around his rifle and fired. The Raptor fell to the ground amidst a flurry of lead.
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