08-03-2016, 11:26 AM
His team broke away from the others. Their headsets providing advance warning around every corner, the four soldiers worked their way to the upper level of the building with few shots fired.
Jay's heart beat faster and faster in his chest-body fueled by adrenaline and hyper focused on the goal. Outwardly, he was calm. Ready. An arrow aimed by their commander.
Double doors were shut and locked at the end of the hall. He stepped over the body of a dead Leonean, firearm aimed at the ready.
Their headset analysis suggested three men waited beyond. Undoubtedly, Wallace Johnson knew they were coming. They were bunkered down waiting for attack.
They took a formation to breach the doors. Jay was confident the suit would protect him from fatal injury, but they weren't immortals. Weird shit happened. But whatever was unleashed, he was ready.
It happened fast.
The doors were breached. Shots filled the air with ear-ringing noise. Smoke of spent ammunition hung heavy. They moved, bullets pinged suits. From the corner of his eye, Jay saw another soldier stumble, but not fall.
The two behind the overturned table were silent in pools of their own blood. Wallace Johnson roared curses in defiance, but a bullet put him down just as easy.
It was over in seconds. Jay kicked the General's pistol aside and asked whether to take the man alive. Injured, but alive?
The order came through, and Jay raised his own weapon, aimed at the monster's chest, stepped back and hesitated just one brief moment. He was ordered to kill this man. A man that slaughtered children. Responsible for rivers of blood. Jay wanted to see him dead. But an honorable death in battle was different than execution.
"What are you waiting on?" He heard someone ask.
"Nothing," he responded, voice grim.
And with one minuscule movement, Wallace Johnson fell at his feet, dead.
Jay turned to leave the body behind. "Let's go."
Jay's heart beat faster and faster in his chest-body fueled by adrenaline and hyper focused on the goal. Outwardly, he was calm. Ready. An arrow aimed by their commander.
Double doors were shut and locked at the end of the hall. He stepped over the body of a dead Leonean, firearm aimed at the ready.
Their headset analysis suggested three men waited beyond. Undoubtedly, Wallace Johnson knew they were coming. They were bunkered down waiting for attack.
They took a formation to breach the doors. Jay was confident the suit would protect him from fatal injury, but they weren't immortals. Weird shit happened. But whatever was unleashed, he was ready.
It happened fast.
The doors were breached. Shots filled the air with ear-ringing noise. Smoke of spent ammunition hung heavy. They moved, bullets pinged suits. From the corner of his eye, Jay saw another soldier stumble, but not fall.
The two behind the overturned table were silent in pools of their own blood. Wallace Johnson roared curses in defiance, but a bullet put him down just as easy.
It was over in seconds. Jay kicked the General's pistol aside and asked whether to take the man alive. Injured, but alive?
The order came through, and Jay raised his own weapon, aimed at the monster's chest, stepped back and hesitated just one brief moment. He was ordered to kill this man. A man that slaughtered children. Responsible for rivers of blood. Jay wanted to see him dead. But an honorable death in battle was different than execution.
"What are you waiting on?" He heard someone ask.
"Nothing," he responded, voice grim.
And with one minuscule movement, Wallace Johnson fell at his feet, dead.
Jay turned to leave the body behind. "Let's go."
Only darkness shows you the light.