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| − | I drove up to the gates with the captured truck.
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| − | “This is nuts”
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| − | “I know” I replied.
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| − | The enemy guard towers on either side of the metal gate looked down and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just one of their trucks returning from a supply run. They opened the outer blast-door gate but left the inner electrified chain-link gate closed, just in case. Which turned out to be a good move, but not good enough. It was a truck, after all.
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| − | The guards at the checkpoint hailed us down, to check our ID, but instead of slowing I floored it, bashing through the check point and into the base. I saw guards fall thanks to Rouge on the .50 cal in the back. Wraith was in the side seat firing a .30 cal out the window. I swerved around a man on a motorcycle and scraped up against the side of the mess hall.
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| − | “Oops” I said as I hit a stack of metal poles knocking them all over the road.
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| − | Bullets were flying all around the place. A few even bounced off of my armor, but if they hit something crucial I was too wired on adrenaline to notice. The real miracle was that the whole truck didn’t go up. An APC started backing up to block our way and force us to stop. I accelerated and bashed its rear end, pushing my way through.
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| − | “Left here. Left here!” Wraith yelled.
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| − | “I know. No back seat driving!” I yelled back.
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| − | I swerved around the corner and banged up against the wall.
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| − | “What the hell was that man?” Rouge shouted as he rolled around the back.
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| − | I couldn’t reply, as I was still dizzy from smacking my head against the dashboard when I hit some crates. Wraith began to fire into the windows, killing anyone stupid enough to look out.
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| − | “Speed bump!” I tossed over my shoulder.
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| − | “What...ooof!” Rouge gasped.
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| − | I hit it going 60. The truck took the jump, the hood rising into the air before it smashed back to earth, right after the back end hit the ground, jarring Rouge off his aim. Metal groaned and creaked as gravity took effect. I heard a snap and looked in my rearview mirror. The front bumper was lying on the ground.
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| − | “I think we lost something.” Rouge said calmly over the comm.
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| − | “Smartass.” I mumbled
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| − | “I heard that. Take a left up ahead.” He said
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| − | “No it’s left at the mess hall, right at the armory.” I responded
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| − | “No it’s right at the mess hall left at the armory.”
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| − | “Left.”
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| − | “Right.”
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| − | I swerved to the left and heard the alarms finally go off. Wow. Someone was on coffee break. Roughly 16 men ran out of a barracks and stopped and looked at us. Some weren't even holding guns. Wrong move. I didn’t stop, just mowed them over. The car wobbled ever so slightly as it hit flesh.
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| − | “Striiiiiiiike.” Rouge yelled mowing down a few that had come out late.
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| − | I saw the west gate before us.
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| − | “Told you it was right!” Matt snapped.
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| − | I didn’t have the time to throw a smart remark back at him. I threw the steering wheel to the right doing a U turn around a guard tower. A rocket hit it just a few feet away from us. Whoever had fired it hadn’t considered the fact that we would have to slow down. The tower fell over ominously, and man jumped out to avoid being crushed under the steel girders. He lived only to become a smear on front of my truck. I back-tracked to the turnoff point and went the right way, but we encountered more resistance because of the delay we had given them to prepare.
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| − | Before us stood our target. The comm center. I sped up and slammed into it. Wraith and Rouge dove out just before the impact. I stayed in and ended up slamming around the cab of the truck.
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| − | 'That’s going to leave a mark,' I thought.
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| − | I dove out of the truck as the heavy steel frame fell over on top of it. It landed on the right side, crushing the truck and catching Wraith in the shoulder. She fell with a sickening crack. I ran to her side and rolled her over.
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| − | “Wraith. Wraith don’t die on me now!” I yelled at her
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| − | I checked my team diagnostic on my HUD. It said she was alive. She pushed my arm off her chest. I breathed a sigh of relief.
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| − | “Nice driving, idiot.” she said shakily.
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| − | “You know it. Just glad you’re okay. Can you walk?” I replied
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| − | “Yeah. Just broke my collarbone.” She said
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| − | I helped her up and rushed her to cover behind a nearby building. We had drawn quite a crowd.
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| − | “Flatten ‘er and haul ass.” I said to Rouge
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| − | He was backing up covering us with his SMG in one hand. With the other he popped the top off a fire grenade. He pitched it into the bed of the truck. The gas caught and blew everything within a hundred feet straight to hell.
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| − | The chaos and destruction we had caused gave us cover to get to the other side to the airfield part. We left Wraith in the grass on the side of one of the runways hidden in some bushes. We met up with Siren who had snuck in through the weakly guarded South side.
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| − | We had scoped out the 3 hangars. One of them was unguarded but had only fighters which couldn’t fit all of us in one. The other two were guarded but we had to get in one. We picked the one on the far right.
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| − | Siren snuck up on two guards sitting smoking on some supply crates, her specialized anti-friction Scythe Armor making no sound. She grabbed one, covering his mouth, and pierced his trachea and several important arteries with her combat blade. I shoved my knife into the others head. I dropped him to the ground were he lay drowning in his own blood. I was feeling good about myself and our picture-perfect sneak routine.
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| − | Rouge came around the boxes from were he had covered us from the rear, screwing on a long silencer onto his Pulse R-71 SMG. He slapped me a high five. All of the sudden 7 men swung around the corner catching us by surprise. We fired erratically, Rouge with his silenced SMG, Siren with ''her'' silenced SMG, and me with a 9mm pistol with a suppressor screwed on. I really would have to get me one of those.
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| − | The fire killed three of them, and hit another in the leg before they got back to cover. Siren jumped over and knifed one of them while Rogue took the other two. The poor soldier who hadn’t made it back lay on the ground, his boots scraping on the ground trying to find purchase to propel him to cover. I shot him in between the eyes.
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| − | The firefight was brief but just after we had dispatched them a Soviet SMK experimental tank drove out from behind a building and started to turn towards us.
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| − | “Scatter” I yelled
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| − | Rouge slipped around the nearby corner and Siren dove behind a nearby boxes under a tarp. I didn’t have time to think just move. I threw myself into the hangar side door. I rolled as soon as I hit the ground just in time to see a shell shred the wall, detonating on the other side of the hangar.
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| − | Before me lay a P-72 Northern Federation personnel carrier. It was other wise known as the penguin because of its white and black paint. I heard shots fired in the back of the hangar and dove behind a crate. Rounds passed through the crate and into the ground by my left foot.
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| − | 'man that was close.' I thought
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| − | Matt came around the corner in a crouch with his weapon trained on my head. When he noticed it was me he turned and signaled Siren into the open. He looked at the penguin.
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| − | "Hotwire?" he asked eagerly, reading my thoughts exactly.
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| − | "Go for it. We'll cover you out here." I responded, and Rogue dashed into the cockpit of the bird.
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| − | Siren and I started building a small barricade around the access ramp to the jet. Rogue was inside, playing with some unhelpfully similar colored wires. I beamed Wraith to make sure she was still okay. She had hidden herself in some tall grass and shrubs and was covering the approach to the hangar.
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| − | "Um, Wolf? You wouldn't happen to have any explosives on you?" Rogue asked sarcastically.
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| − | "I'll pretend you didn't ask that." I shot back, throwing him my outer combat pack.
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| − | "God, no wonder you're such a slow hiker. What is this, like 40 pounds?" Rogue groaned.
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| − | "Used to be around that. I blew alot more of it in the ruined transport-incident."
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| − | "I'm gonna swap out a few wires here, see if I can take the juice from the detonator thingy and wire it into starting the engine. It's locked up tight."
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| − | "Oh, God," I murmured. Rogue wasn't the best with explosives. I had the missing eye-brows to attest to that.
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| − | "Don't blow us up. I'm coming up to help I am the explosives expert after all. Siren, watch the perimeter. Give me the heads-up if anything interesting happens." I ordered quickly.
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| − | "5 man Search and Destroy team approaching the hangar. I don't think they know you're there." Wraith warned us.
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| − | "Roger that," I acknowledged as I hurried up the ramp. "Siren, do your stuff."
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| − | Three minutes later, Matt had successfully wired the explosive charge to the starter, and Whitney had taken out the S&D team. Silently.
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| − | So now, in theory, all we had to do was turn the ignition. Problem? No electronic key. Which is where the explosive charge came in. But the ridges had to be lined up, like on a real key. Solution? Rogue's lock-picking kit.
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| − | "Where the hell do you keep that, anyways?" I asked.
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| − | "Same place you keep all your extra C4, I'd guess." Rogue responded bitingly. Duh.
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| − | "Uh, Wolf, I may need some assistance down here." Siren whispered into her comm.
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| − | Then an explosion rocked the transport, Whitney cursed, and then relayed, "Get the ship going! NOW! SMK right on our heels!"
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| − | "Oops." Rogue said unnecessarily.
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| − | "You sure this won't set off the explosive?" I asked as Siren sprinted up the ramp.
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| − | "Nope." Matt said cheerfully.
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| − | "Punch it." Siren gasped as another explosion hit right next to us, and .50 cal bullets peppered the light armored jet.
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| − | "Here we go!" Rogue said, twisting the ignition and punching the detonator.
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| − | We didn't blow up, so I assumed it worked, and after a heart-stopping pause the engine coughed to life. None of us had received any flight training, but Rogue had the most natural flight ability. He used to joke that he had landed a space shuttle on one of the simulators. Even though the computer said he failed, due to the slight problem of landing in the grass and with half a wing missing.
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| − | He'd finish the joke with the age-old expression, "Any landing you can walk away from..."
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| − | "...is a good one." He and I both murmured at the same time.
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| − | "You got idiot on your windshield" Jess said jokingly
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| − | "I'm not cleaning that up" Matt and I said at the same time.
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| − | Just as the pilots started to get to the fighters to follow us I detonated the present Whitney had left for them. The fighter hangar collapsed in on them, crushing jets and flattening pilots.
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| − | An hour later I lay on the floor of the craft, Siren pulling a lucky shot out of my leg. A memento of my stupid truck drive. I applied an E-pack to the wound. The pack supplied the hole with minerals and chemicals that would help the flesh knit itself back together in a third of the time it would normally take. Jess sat in the cockpit. Her armor had been removed and her shoulder had been set, her limp arm hanging in a sling.
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| − | She called me up to the front and switched on the transmitter. I heard an Allied pick up code. It was followed by a broken and garbled message. Probably bad field equipment. Not everyone got stuff as fancy as ours. That, and enemy jammers, plus damaged radio checkpoint... oops. The antennae of our plane had been shot off in the fight.
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| − | “Alpha Wolf…….This……..repeat……….is Wolf Pack…….overrun can’t blow……sabotage plan ruin……….. need…….do you copy Alpha Wolf….. extraction.”
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| − | The signal was being jammed but I was in range. I opened a com channel with them that couldn’t be scrambled.
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| − | “Hello we need immediate evac from coordinates 779-03-04-3992” a voice said
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| − | “Wolf Pack. This is Lone Wolf. Take cover the Death Angels come in hot and fast.” I said over the channel before I closed it off.
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| − | “Saddle up Angels. Its time the regs found out what the face of Death looks like.” I said
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