Book Marksman: Chapter 7: Hostage

This is on behalf of @SoulessAngel_ who is now forums banned, I did not write this. He just asked me to post it for him.

Chapter 7: Hostage


Rock looked up as the door opened. First shoved in was Evil, who scrambled onto his feet and glared through the doorway. Next was Dark, who tripped on the doorframe but stayed on his feet. Lastly, Soulless was pushed through, tumbling and hitting the floor of the room. He didn't get up.


The door slammed shut, and the twin brothers, Titanium and Platinum,kneeled, grabbed Soulless by the shoulders, dragging him to the rearmost metal wall of the room and leaned him against it. Dark leaned down to whisper something into Platinum's ear, who nodded, and Dark moved to talk with Titanium. Rock noted that Soulless was unconscious. Evil sat down against the wall next to Rock, and sighed. Rock didn't look at him, but he heard Evil's voice rasp in his ear. He would never forget his words.


“We're screwed."


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24 hours later.


“Sir, we still can't raise Omega. The Blackhawk reported bingo on fuel and returned, having heard nothing from them." The communications controller reported.


Random swore under his breath. “How long was it since they last made contact?"


“Over 24 hours ago sir."


“List them as KIA. There's nothing we can do for them now."


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Another 24 hours later. . .


Soulless was shoved through the door and pushed down the hall at gunpoint. He heard the guard's footsteps behind him, the jingling of his gear as he moved. The muzzle of whatever rifle the enemy man was holding made contact forcefully with Soulless' back, and his gut wound, which had thankfully been dressed with fresh bandages, screamed in response to the jab. Soulless just bit his lip and kept walking, hands interlaced on his head.


They reached a stairwell and began to walk up it. Soulless reached the top and stepped out onto the deck.


The sunlight was blinding. Soulless was stopped in his tracks and blinked, trying to clear the white spots of light from his vision, and was spurred on by another jab from the guard behind him. “Move!" He heard the order grunted.


Soulless turned, hands still on his head. “And what the hell do you think you could do to me, buddy?"


The guard flicked the safety off on his G36


Soulless narrowed his eyes to look the man in the eyes. “Do it if you have the guts."


There was a pause. More guards moved in to flank Soulless.


The guard facing Soul lowered his carbine. “Smartass eh? Try this on for size."


The last thing Soulless saw was the stock of the carbine swinging into the side of his head and he was embraced by blackness.


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Soulless was jolted awake. He was thrown into a small room by himself. There was a pair of chairs and a metal table. A dim fluorescent lightbulb hung from the ceiling.


In other words, it was straight out of Hollywood.


The door burst open again and a pair of guards dressed in a different type of armor from the other ones Soulless had had encounters with opened the door and aimed a pair of AKS-74U carbines at Soulless. He clenched his fists at his sides and stared down the twin barrels.


A third guard identical to the others, minus a helmet, stepped into the room. “Sit down." He ordered, pointing at the chair furthest from the door.


Soulless stood his ground and stared the man down, jaw clenched.


The man stepped forward, the two guards next to him still aiming their carbines. Soulless could now make out a dark line traced across the mans right eyelid. He was now within striking range of Soulless.


“You can either sit down in the chair," the man said quietly, which, somehow, made him seem much, much more dangerous. “or we sit you down forcefully."


Soulless just stared at him, calculating. Then, suddenly, he swung his fist upward, in the direction of the man's jaw. . .


. . .and felt every muscle in his body spasm in an instant.


Soulless collapsed to the floor, his nerves on fire, as the guard removed the taser barbs from Soulless' gut. The two guards rushed forward to grab his shoulders and lifted him into the chair. Soulless could hear clicking as his hands were secured to the back of the chair by a pair of handcuffs.


The main guard sat down in the chair across from Soulless. Soulless kept his chin resting on chest. Then he lifted his head to look the man in the eye.


“What is your name?" The guard, now playing the interrogation game, asked.


Soulless said nothing.


“What is your name." The man said in a more stern tone.


“F*** you!" Soulless yelled.


The man leaned across the table and slapped Soulless. Soulless felt his check begin to swell from the scratchy glove.


“I will ask you again." The main said, drawing his taser and pointing it at Soulless' chest. “What. Is. Your. Name?"


Soulless just glared at the man.


The man sighed and pulled the trigger, and Soulless felt the barbed pad thump onto his chest, swiftly followed by the electric charge. There was a moment of great agony, and then there was nothing.


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Four soldiers walked into the room. Six were part of a Delta Force squad performing operations along side SEAL Teams Four and Five in Afghanistan and Pakistan.


Trogs was a cool but serious sort of guy, who cracked jokes to keep his friends grinning. He often carried an MG4 machine gun into combat. Trogs was a true veteran.


Snail was the squad leader. He held authority over tactics and which missions the team took on. He preferred a basic M4A4 rifle with a hybrid acog/holographic sight, grenade launcher, and infrared laser.


Tupaq, or Paq, was a sniper. He had a wide variety of sniper rifles and DMRs, but he preferred his M40A5 most of all. He also carried a DMR as a backup for dicey situations, usually an M14 EBR with a scope and bipod.


Crazy was a hacker and demolitions expert. He could bypass most security measures and override controls, or break his way in the more manual way using charges to do specific jobs.He used an M4A4 identical to Snail's.


The team was briefed on a complex situated high up in the Afghanistan mountains. The complex was suspected to be used for illegal activity. The four Delta Force operators were being sent to investigate and, if necessary, neutralize.


Within an hour the team was geared up and headed for the Chinook helicopter that would take them to their insertion point.


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Paq leaned out the side of the Chinook, eyes roving the slope of the mountain, looking for anything remotely resembling an RPG or shoulder-fired rocket that would spell doom for the Chinook. He never focused on one specific point, preferring to keep his eyes moving.


Trogs slid the belt of .556 rounds into the feeding block of his MG4, and shut the cover, cycling the bolt and loading the weapon. Crazy checked that his three breaching charges and various hacking equipment were intact and ready.


The Chinook began to descend toward the mountain face, and soon they were four feet off the ground. Trogs held his MG4 ready in case any enemies took a chance on the helicopter.


“Go! Go! Go!" The pilot yelled, and first off was Snail, M4 ready. Crazy landed in the snow next to him. Paq jumped out, and lastly, a little clumsily, Trogs. The helicopter rose and took away, slowly disappearing and becoming inaudible.


“This looks promising." Paq muttered, M40A5 held in a low ready. His M14 was across his back.


The entire mountainside was a barren hill of snow, wind, and sleet. The gradient was high and the snow was at least a foot deep. Wind whipped at the four operators clothes, but the cold air didn't penetrate through their thermal gear.


Snail looked down at his GPS. “That way." He said, pointing diagonally up the slope.


Trogs grumbled. “Why did I have to bring the MG4 this mission.


And with that, the team started up the slope of the mountain after Snail.


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Soulless barely looked up as the dual steel locks on his rooms door clicked open. He knew it was the two guards again. He had been naming guards and soldiers based on their weapon preference and gear style. The newer ones with AKS-74Us were dubbed ’enforcers.' The ones Soulless had had previous encounters with were grunts.


One of the enforcers stepped around behind Soulless' chair and worked on the handcuffs holding him in place while the other kept his carbine pointed at Soulless' chest. Soulless finally looked up and glared at the enforcer in front of him but he couldn't see through the tinted visor on the helmet. Soon his handcuffs were removed and Soulless was shoved forward out of the chair


Instantly, his knees spasmed and he almost collapsed for the floor, but managed to grab the table in time. He hadn't walked in over two days, having spent the entire time secured to the chair. He took a deep breath and tried walking forward, the pain slowly ebbing away. He took a few more steps and could walk. The muzzle of an AKS pushed him through the doorway.


He was guided to the right, and marched down the hallway. There were many more doors leading into what Soulless assumed were cells.

Some now had green lights burning above them, while other lights were dark. Soulless was halted in front of one of the doors with a dark light. The lead enforcer removed his glove and held his hand on a scanner. The scanner beeped twice and, a moment later, the lock clicked. The enforcer shoved the door open, and Soulless was shoved through. The door slammed shut, and the lock clicked. A light flickered on, and Soulless surveyed the small room, occupied by a small cot and fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. The concrete walls, floor, and ceiling were bare.


Soulless sat down on the cot, and let out a sigh. He realized that he was now exhausted, and sore. His gut wound still hurt. The bandages had been changed at some point. The cut across his eye throbbed, making the bruised part of it insignificant.


Soulless leaned over and lay on the cot. Before he knew it, he was out cold.


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Rock finished his set of forty sit ups, and rolled over onto his stomach, starting his set of seventy push-ups, plus a clap in the up part.


Rock continued tirelessly. Being kept prisoner in this cell would not prevent him from staying at his best. He had done flutter kicks, pull-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, and various other exercises for the past four days, or what Rock took to be days anyways.


Rock finished and pushed himself up into a sitting position on the cot, and yanked a pin out from its frame. Reaching over, he scratched a line through four vertical lines on the wall, marking the fifth repetition of the exercise.


Rock leaned over and set his head down on the end of the cot. His eyes began to droop.


“Just another day in paradise." Rock murmured, and then went to sleep.


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Rock was startled awake when the door to his cell was thrown open. Two of those guards with the AKS carbines had barged into the room, holding their aim on Rock. Within moments, he was thrown onto the floor. Rock could hear clicking and feel the cold steel of the handcuffs against his wrists. Within a couple more moments, he was yanked up by the cuffs and pushed through the door of his cell into the hallway.


On the way out, Rock noticed that one of the cells down the hall from his now had a light burning above it. It hadn't before.


Soon, Rock was pushed around a corner and led deeper into the complex. There was a click and Rock felt, in addition to the handcuffs securing his wrists, something being pressed into his back. Rock had no trouble concluding that it was a handgun.


He was stopped in front of a door. The guard opened it and guided Rock inside.

There was a pair of chairs set on opposite ends of the table, but what really caught Rock's eye was the bloodstain on the far end of the table.

Rock had fought in many battles, small and big, but the sight of that bloodstain chilled him to the bone.


Rock was shoved forward again, and forced into the chair. His hands were moved behind it and the handcuffs were secured to the back.


Through the front door a man walked in. He had an air of command about him, and Rock identified him as a higher ranking adversary. The door to the room was shut and the man sat down in the chair across the table from Rock. The two guards who had escorted Rock in stood back against the wall behind him.


The interrogation had begun.


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“This isn't a complex." Paq muttered. “This is a damn fortress."


“Yeah." Muttered Snail. “I can already tell it's suspicious. Probably illegal too."


Snail and Paq were laying prone on the crest of a hill. Paq had been there for some time, having burrowed through the snow up to the crest. If Snail turned his head right now, all he would see was a nose and eyes, a scope, and a rifle barrel. Snail was in the same position, but with his binoculars.


Snail turned his attention from the compound to a guardhouse set right on the road leading up to it. From what he could see, there were four guards manning it. Two in the guardhouse, two on the road.


“How fast could you take out four guys?" Asked Snail nonchalantly.


“Moderately fast." Paq replied dismissively.


Snail paused and pondered the response, and then discarded the plan he had been formulating. They would have to use something more direct.


“Would you be able to wait here for a while?" Snail asked, pressing Paq with another question.


“Maybe, why?" Paq replied.


“Part of the plan I'm making. I'll tell you when it's go time."


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Rock landed on his stomach in his cell, the door behind him slamming shut.


Rock pulled himself up onto his cot and let out a gasp. His gut hurt from various blows he had received with various objects from his interrogators. He also had a fresh cut down the side of his left cheek, which stung.


He tried to sit up, and then gave up and stayed lying in his back. Eventually, he fell into a fitful sleep.


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Three figures caked in ice and snow crawled through the white powder coating the mountainside towards the guardhouse. Their weapons were coated with snow too, and the three could hardly see anything.


Snail wiped his eyes briefly before pushing on. He had done an arctic mission like this a long time ago, in Russia, to save a radar station. That had been with his friends Bacca and Evil, who were soon transferred out to Special Forces. Snail had received brief messages from the two of them in the following months until one day he stopped hearing from them. All he found was a pair of dog tag IDs and a big red KIA symbol in the system. Nothing else. Everything else had been destroyed by a virus.


Trogs was having trouble pulling himself through the snow. His MG4 was weighing him down. Despite the extra weight, he forged on through the frozen wasteland.


Paq monitored his teammates progress with his scope. The blizzard was affecting his field of vision a little bit, but he was well practiced at picking out targets in difficult situations. He found he could somewhat make out the three Delta Force operators slowly crawling through the snow. He was using his M40A5. His M14 EBR lay under a blanket of snow next to him.


Crazy reached the gatehouse first. He drew himself up so his back leaned against the wall of the building. He stayed low so that his helmet could not be seen by whomever was in the guardhouse.


Snail reached him, and began crawling around to the door. Leaning around the corner, Crazy checked that Snail was ready. Then, standing up, he knocked on the glass.


The four guards inside the building turned, and one of them went for his rifle. Snail kicked in the door from behind, and swept his M4 in an extended burst. The guards all dropped.


Trogs stood next to Crazy and looked through the glass. The bulletproof glass around the building had stopped any bullets that had passed through from Snail's breach and clear.


There was an alarm, and, turning toward the main compound, Crazy could see there were several guards streaming down the snow-caked hillside towards the Delta Force operators. Trogs dropped to a knee and sighted up his MG4, while Snail and Crazy flanked him with M4's.


“Let em have it!" Snail yelled.


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Evil's eyes snapped open. He had no idea what for, but he was awake and alert, his heart pounding. His head hurt from all the physical abuse he had endured during his interrogations.


Evil felt his heart beating in his chest. Something had awoken him, but he had no idea what. Then, listening carefully in the silence of his cell, he heard it.


The wail of an alarm siren.


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Trogs felt the familiar bucking of the MG4as he opened up, the LMG coughing a steady stream of .556 bullets. He stopped to check if there was anything left to shoot, then opened up for a few seconds on a prone figure firing sporadic bursts of fire towards the trio.


The team's radios crackled. “Move up!" It was Paq, telling them to move. Pushing himself up, Trogs began to run in the direction of the compound. Snail was ahead of him, Crazy was behind him.


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Paq took in a breath and set his scope's sights on a figure readying an RPG. Exhaling slowly, he squeezed the trigger. The M40A4 rifle kicked against his shoulder, firing a bullet into the barrel. Paq couldn't see where the round impacted, but the armored soldier with the RPG dropped like a stone. The RPG hit the ground and fired, the rocket sailing up into the air and detonating.


Paq transitioned his aim over to a squad of enemies emerging from the compound. He squeezed the trigger again, and again, and again, cycling the bolt after each shot. The first round blew one off his feet. Another sent an enemy sprawling. When he pulled the trigger a third time, he hit nothing, and the three remaining soldiers in the squad took cover behind various objects.


The team of three reached the top of the hill and took cover behind the concrete wall surrounding the entrance to the compound. Bursts of gunfire turned into longer streams. Muzzle flashes could be seen dotting the area.


Paq settled in and sighted down his rifle once more, looking for a target.


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Dark sat on his cot, the one thing decorating his small cell. He looked up as he heard footsteps and voices outside his door. A small squad of guards jogged past. Soon, they were inaudible.


Dark had heard the siren a few minutes before they had passed. He had never heard the alarm before, and was awake and alert in an instant. Now, he sat and waited for something to happen.


Eventually, he heard something that set his blood on ice.


An explosion, followed by gunfire.


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Crazy yanked the pin on his grenade and tossed it up and over the wall. A few seconds later, there was a thump as the grenade exploded. Snail leaned around the corner and fired his M4 some more, then yelled, “Clear!" and stepped around, moving up. Trogs stepped out and dropped to prone, aiming his MG4 at the metal doors to the complex, currently shut. Crazy moved after Snail.


Snail reached the door and slammed his fist on the controls. The doors began to part. Trogs opened fire with the MG4 and the bullets filled the air near the doorway, though none hit Snail or Crazy. Then the stream of fire stopped.


Crazy leaned around the corner and checked the corner. Trogs' stream of fire had decimated a squad of enemies moving up the hallway.


“On me!" Crazy yelled, and moved forward. Snail stepped after him, M4 ready.


Paq lost sight of his teammates and toggled his radio. “Paq to Snail, confirming lost visual. How copy?"


“Entering the base now. Eyes peeled for me Paq."


“Roj'." Paq replied, and settled in for the wait,


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Snail poked around the corner and then moved. The alarm that had sounded through the base had long ago stopped sounding. They had encountered almost no guards now.


Snail reached another corner and leaned around it. What he saw almost caused him to lose his balance, forcing him to step out and look. Crazy came around after him and whistled.


The wall was covered in doors. Some had lights on above them, others didn't. The doors were made of steel and reinforced with steel plates.


Trogs approached one and knocked on it, then stood back, MG4 held on the door. Nothing happened. There was no window so he could not see inside.


Crazy opened his backpack and pulled out a breaching charge. “Shall we?" he asked with a grin,


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Rock snapped to attention when he heard the footsteps outside his door. They weren't the usual heavy tromping of the guards, but the soft tread of a soldier trying to be as silent as possible. Rock could make out multiple sets of footsteps.


Then there was a knocking sound as someone rapped their knuckles on the door. Rock held his breath and listened. There was a bit of murmuring then the sound of something being placed on the door.


A bright flare of yellow started and split, curving and moving down. They then curved and met again, and by that time Rock was already diving away.


The door blew inwards with a massive bang. Rock's ears were ringing, and he was laying in a fetal position, hands curled around his head.


His hearing eventually returned, and he could hear a pair of people yelling at him to get his hands on his head.


Slowly, Rock pushed himself up and placed his hands on his head, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw who was yelling at him.


A U.S soldier in regular camouflage was holding an M4 on Rock. He was moving to circle around behind him. Another crouched in the doorway and pointed his M4 at Rock.


“Relax, relax." Rock said, standing. “I'm Special Forces."


“Team and division?" The one in the doorway asked.


“Spectre Division, Omega Team."


“Never heard of Spectre." The one in the room asked.


“A few weeks ago, neither had I." Rock replied. “My teammates and I were captured on a covert operation. We were brought here and interrogated."


“Snail, there's gonna be more guards coming soon." A voice came from the hall. “We have to move now."


“I copy." Snail called back. “Where are your teammates?" He asked Rock.


“I'm not sure. I know where the interrogation room is though."


Snail pulled his Beretta M9 out of his chest harness and handed it to Rock. “Lead us there. Crazy, cover him."


Rock nodded and exited the cell, followed by Snail and Crazy. Rock noted the third soldier in the hall holding an MG4 watching down the hallway. Rock turned and, moving at a jog, made his way down the hall, the Delta Force operators at his back.


A couple of turns and hallways later, Rock was standing outside the door to the interrogation room. Snail took a look at it and nodded to Crazy.


Crazy approached the door and took his backpack off, pulling two sticks of explosive from his bag and folding them out. He put one on the hinges side of the door and the other on the handle side. Then, Snail and Crazy stacked on the door. Rock lined up behind Snail and got ready, squeezing the handle of his M9 tighter.


Crazy held up the detonator, and Snail nodded three times. Crazy clicked it.


The door blew inward, and Crazy threw a flashbang into the room. Once it detonated, Crazy held his gun toward the ceiling, signaling that the breach was complete, and Snail rushed in. Rock stepped in after him, M9 ready.


Snail fired a burst into one guard standing next to the door, and Rock swept the other side, planting a bullet into the head of the other one.


The main man who had interrogated Rock during the interrogation sessions had his hand on the table and was struggling to pull himself up.


Rock took two big steps and kicked him over. The interrogator grunted in pain as he landed on his back. Rock pointed the M9 and pulled the trigger once. Then again to be sure.


Snail moved and checked the other guard. Rock looked at the chair, which had been knocked on its side. Secured nice and tight to the chair was Evil.


“We're clear!" Snail yelled.


Rock kneeled down next to Evil's head and tapped him. Evil opened his eyes, which had been clamped shut, and looked at Rock. “Hey." He said weakly.


“Let's get you up buddy." Rock said. “Snail! I need help here."


“I gotcha." Snail said. Then he stopped. “Evil?" He asked skeptically..


Evil nodded. “Hey bud. Time for introductions later. Let's get me off the floor, yeah?"


Snail nodded slowly. Together, he and Rock pulled Evil's chair up onto its legs again.


“The key to the cuffs are over there on that guy's body." Evil said. “I know where Soulless and Dark are. They were near you."


“Got the keys." Snail said and opened the handcuffs. “Grab one of those AKS carbines and some armor, and a radio. Tune it to our frequency."


“Roj." Evil said, flipping a guard over and tugging off his tactical vest. He strapped it on and checked that he had a few spare magazines for the AKS. There were three on the harness. He tuned the radio and looked at Rock. “You good?"


“Yeah. Let's move." Rock said.


They stepped out into the hall and nodded at Snail, who nodded back. “Soulless is this way." Evil said, leading them back toward the way they came. Evil checked the corner. “Clear." He muttered, and advanced.


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Paq noted a little movement and checked it with his scope. A truck was pulling to a stop outside the outpost. “Snail, Paq. I've got a truck with five tangos on the welcome mat."


“Copy. Engage as necessary." Came the reply. “We're investigating more and will be back, plus a few."


That surprised Paq. “Roger." He said, and sighted up his M40A4. Setting his crosshairs on one enemy that had just jumped off the truck, he squeezed the trigger.


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Evil leaned around the corner and hit the guard with a single round to the head. He then made a signal to the motley group, and advanced.


Crazy grabbed the guard and dragged him over to the door Evil had gone over to. Removing the guard's glove, he pressed the guard's hand on the palm scanner. It beeped and the door slid open.


Evil and Rock swept the room. Soulless sat on the cot and looked at Rock.


“C'mon. We're getting out of here." Evil said to Soulless. “There's a Delta Force team here by miracle. They're helping us."


Soulless nodded and pushed himself up. He checked his side and felt less pain then he had a couple of days ago.


Rock and Evil stepped into the hall and nodded to the Delta operators. Snail stopped and stared at Soulless, and Soulless looked at Snail.


“Bacca?" Snail exclaimed, dumbfounded. “I thought you were dead!"


Soulless sighed. “Long story, a lot of it I can't share. Maybe sometime else."


Snail nodded. “Get some gear off the guy we dropped over there. We roll out when you're ready."


“Gotcha." Soulless said, and went about stripping off the guard's tactical vest. None of the chest gear had been damaged from the headshot that had killed him. He strapped the vest on, tuned the radio, and grabbed the AKS. He checked the magazine. Thirty rounds. He replaced the mag and cycled the bolt for the carbine.


“I'm good. Let's go." Soulless said. His side was holding up against the exertions.


“Let's move!" Snail said. “Trogs, I want you ready with-"


He stopped as a group of people rounded the corner, and stopped, aiming their G36 rifles at the squad of Delta Force and black ops specialists.


Snail yelled and raised his M4, but Evil grabbed it and shoved the muzzle toward the floor. “Check fire! Blue! Blue!"


The three who had just entered the hall stood from their positions and walked forward. Soulless recognized the twins and Dark. Titanium and Platinum were pretty banged up, and Dark had a cut across his cheek.


“You guys good?" Evil asked.


Dark nodded. “They were interrogating me in a separate room and got distracted by all the commotion. I took the chance and freed myself, then found these two."


“All right." Snail said. “Enemies can be here any minute, so we need to go. Our sniper can provide cover fire while we call for extraction. Understood?"


“Ooh rah." Replied Evil.


The group began moving again. They moved in silence for quite some time. Trogs checked a corner with his MG4. “So, you guys are some sort of black ops soldiers?" He asked nonchalantly.


“You could say that." Soulless said, as he leaned against the wall next to him.


“Corners clear." Trogs reported, and the group moved along. “Any ideas who these guys are?" He asked again.


“Independent Arms International PMC. Otherwise known as IAI." Soulless said, remembering back to their briefing of the ship raid. “They're bad news."


“Seems like it." Trogs said.


Snail hit his radio. “Paq, we're exiting the base now. We plan to make a dash for the guardhouse and use that as a firing point. I want to turn the slope down to it into a kill zone."


The radio crackled. “I copy. What do you want me to do specifically?"


“Wait until I give the signal, then take down as many guards as you can until we make it to the guardhouse, then move down to us. Got it?"


“Copy."


“Moving now."


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Snail pressed himself against the wall next to the door controls. Trogs stayed back further down the hallway and kneeled, readying his MG4. Crazy was next to him with his M4.


Soulless stood next to Snail and pointed the AKS-74U at the doors. Titanium and Platinum did the same as Snail and Soulless, but on the other side. Dark stayed back behind Crazy and Trogs with Evil.


Snail grabbed his radio. “Paq, we're opening the doors now."


“Copy. You have four tangos near the door, and another four near the truck to the right."


“Copy."


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Paq rammed the fresh magazine home into his M40A4 and slid the bolt forward, then sighted up. The thick metal doors to the interior of the complex were shut, with four guards in a relaxed pose near it. Four stood by the hood of an armored truck.


Paq settled his sights on one of the IAI soldiers near the truck, and relaxed, waiting.


The doors slid open slowly, and a stream of gunfire tore into the squad of guards. They dropped like stones. The guards near the truck snapped into action, taking cover and opening fire with their G36 carbines.


A group dashed out the complex doors, which were still opening. One turned and threw something toward the truck. Paq watched one of the IAI soldiers panic, and the truck exploded in a ball of flame.


Paq' radio crackled. “Paq, go!" Snail yelled.


“Roj. Targeting." He muttered.


A group of IAI foot soldiers exited the doors the team had just run through. Paq squeezed the trigger on the rifle and one of the foot soldiers dropped from the perfect headshot. He cycled the bolt again and took another shot, clipping another one in the shoulder. Another movement of the bolt, and another round sent to put the wounded soldier out of his misery.


Moving his eye away from the scope to check the guardhouse on the road, he could see the group escaping from the complex setting up the strongpoint on the guardhouse.


“Time for me to move." Paq muttered. Grabbing his M14 from the snow nearby, he rose out of the snow like a ghost out of the ground, and began to run down the slope for the guardhouse.


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Soulless swung the stock of the AKS-74U through one of the windows, cracking it. He swung it a few more times, and the window fell apart. He tested the rifle on the wall. He now had a firing point.


Trogs deployed the bipod for the MG4 and pulled a table over to the wall facing the complex, and slammed the LMG onto it. He checked the ammo. “Running low on ammo for the MG Snail."


“Make every round count." Snail replied. Snail swung the stock of his M4A4 down onto the lock holding a locker shut. The lock broke apart, and he swung the locker door open. It held an RPG and a pair of G36 rifles. He took the RPG and handed it to Titanium. “You know how to work that thing?" He asked. Titanium nodded.


“Wait until they're close, then give them everything you got!" Snail yelled. Everyone nodded. Evil slid into place next to Soulless, using the wall as a sideways rest for the AKS.


“Snail, I'm coming down the slope. Check fire." Paq said over the radio.


A figure caked in snow jogged down the hill to the guardhouse. Soulless moved so he could climb over the window. The Delta Force operator had an M40A5 rifle across his back and an M14 EBR with a scope in his hands.


“Welcome to the party Paq!" Crazy yelled. Paq nodded and took his M40A4 off his back, leaning it against the rearmost wall of the guardhouse. Paq moved over to another table and pushed it to the wall next to Trogs, deploying the M14's bipod and cycling the charging handle.


“They're coming!" Trogs yelled.


Snail grabbed his radio. “Base this is Zeta 1-1, requesting fire support on our position!"


The radio spat static back at him.


Snail swore loudly. “Blizzard's interfering with the radio. We're on our own."


Right after he said that, rounds began to tear through the air, some slamming into the concrete structure of the guardhouse. Paq squeezed off a round with his M14, then another. Trogs fired a short burst of his MG4.


Soulless spotted a black spot in the snowstorm and set the sights of the AKS on it, and fired a burst. He began shooting short bursts in its direction, the flashes of the muzzle hurting his eyes. He spotted it again and fired another burst. The dark spot dropped.


A rocket sailed through the air and landed short of the guardhouse. Snow and dirt were thrown into the air. A bunch of it landed right on Soulless. For the first time he noticed that he was freezing, but he pushed the feeling to the back of his mind and kept firing.


Another rocket landed near the guardhouse. “Paq, you gotta take that guy out!" Crazy yelled.


“I'm trying!" Paq yelled back. Paq fired again. “If only I could see through this fu-"


As soon as Paq said that, a rocket slammed home in the wall just in front of Paq. Paq was blown backwards, rifle with him. Trogs, who was next to him, was blown sideways into Snail. Trogs scrambled to his feet and dutifully manned his MG4 again.


Snail got up and checked on Paq. “He's unconscious but alive. Someone needs to take out the guy with the rockets!"


Soulless took a moment to think and made his decision. He set the AKS against the wall and reached over, picking up the M14 from where it lay. He checked that the scope was okay, and moved over to where he had originally taken cover.


He set the bipod on what was left of the section of wall. He checked that the magazine was good. Three rounds. Paq probably had a couple extra in his harness.


He set his cheek on the cheek rest, and immediately found the the guy with the rocket launcher. He scooted the crosshairs over onto him, then lowered the rifle slightly.


The blizzard had slightly abated. He could see an IAI soldier holding a Mk. 153 SMAW shoulder fired launcher. Another rocket slammed home nearby, and Soulless felt the concussion in his gut.


Slowly, he took in a breath, and, exhaling, squeezed the trigger.


The trigger was heavier than Soulless expected, but it still broke smoothly. The EBR kicked against his shoulder, and the round flew true, slamming home between the soldier's eyes as he loaded a new case into his SMAW. The soldier pitched backward, dropping the launcher.


“Rocket's down!" Soulless yelled.


“Great shot!" Trogs yelled. Another short stream of fire came from the MG4, and then it clicked. “MG's dry!" Trogs called. Snail tossed him a G36, and Trogs locked and loaded it, and resumed firing.


Soulless began squeezing off shots. The soldiers were out of backup, having entrenched themselves in the snow, drawing out the fight. A couple of them made for the rocket launcher's position, hoping to resume pummeling the group, and Soulless used the final rounds in the M14 to deny them that chance.


Soulless ducked down, pulling the magazine out of the M14. He was still cold, and he was exhausted. Snail ducked over and tossed him a new magazine from Paq's harness. Paq had been dragged over to the wall next to Snail, and now he stirred.


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Paq's eyes snapped open and he pushed himself forward, but fell back against it. Gunfire still filled the air, and a slew of bullets hit the concrete walls of the guardhouse.


One of the soldiers the Delta Force team had freed took a knee with the RPG, sighted, and fired. The backwash bloomed out the back and the rocket fired. Paq felt the detonation reverberating in his head. Every muscle in his body hurt.


Slowly, the pain in his head was abating, and he was seeing clearer and clearer. Paq noted that one of the other operators was manning his M14. He was firing every five or so seconds, and he never wavered.


Soon, the sound of a helicopter reached his ears.


Everyone stopped and took cover, listening. The operator with the spent RPG tossed the launcher aside and grabbed a G36 rifle on the floor next to him.


The sound of the helicopter grew louder. Paq pulled his M9 pistol out of his holster and checked the magazine. The helicopter was now loud.


Then, Paq's radio crackled.


“Zeta 1-1 this is Raptor 2-1, please respond."


Snail instantly grabbed his radio and was yelling into it. “Raptor this is Zeta 1-1, taking heavy enemy fire on grid 245! Do you copy?"


“I copy Zeta. Starting gun run now."


The sound of the helicopter grew louder, and soon, the sound of rockets and a chain gun filled the air. It continued on for several seconds.


“Get ready to make a run for it!" Snail announced. Everyone prepared. Paq pushed himself up, wincing as he did, and got ready to run for his life.


“Go!"


Paq began to run, out the back door of the guardhouse and out into the night and snow again. He was cold, exhausted, and in pain. But he ran.


Out of nowhere, a gunship swooped in and hovered, lowering its rear ramp. First up was one of the other operators, and he then turned and took a knee with his AKS-74U, covering them. Trogs and Crazy ran up, followed by four of the new operators. The one with Paq's M14 was last, and as soon as he started up the ramp, a stream of bullets hit the helicopter.


The operator swiveled, aiming the M14 freehanded. No rest. No bipod. No nothing. He aimed and squeezed the trigger.


The round hit the foot soldier, who happened to be a hundred yards away, dead on the chest.


The operator calmly jogged up the rest of the ramp. Paq was dumbfounded. That had been an impossible shot and, whether by a feat of luck or skill, the marksman had pulled it off.


The helicopter began to lift off, the ramp still open. No more shots were fired at the helicopter, but a rocket flew wide, missing by several yards. Then the helicopter swerved and took a straight line away from the mountain.


The operator holding Paq's M14 plonked down next to him. He noted that he had a cut across one eye and a bandage around his gut. The bandage was stained with blood and melted snow.


Paq looked at him. “Nice shot." He said.


The operator chuckled. “Thanks. I try my best." The operator sighed and leaned back in his seat.


Paq looked at the rifle. “I think you have something of mine there." He noted.


The operator looked down and passed the rifle over. Paq felt it's familiar weight and was instantly calmed. “That's a nice rifle you've got there." The operator said.


“Thanks. Any idea what happened to my other one? M40A5?"


The operator winced. “Had to leave it. Sorry."


“It's fine. Better to leave a weapon than a life behind."


The operator nodded and extended a hand. “I'm Soulless."


Paq accepted the hand. “Tupaq. Paq for short."


Soulless and Paq leaned back in their seats and relaxed. Soulless' group was mixed in with Paq's. There was some talking but mostly silence.


“What unit are you guys from? Division?"


Soulless pondered that for a moment. “We're just a special group of special forces, and I don't believe I can say anything more than that."


Paq nodded, understanding. These guys were black ops. “How about you?" Soulless asked.


“Delta Force. Callsign Zeta."


Soulless nodded, but didn't comment. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned back.


Paq settled himself in for the flight. Glancing over, he saw that Soulless was motionless. He looked up and saw Snail chatting with one of the black ops guys. They were laughing and smiling, apparently knowing each other.


Paq set his head back on his seat. He sighed, his exhaustion eventually getting the better of him.


Soon, he fell asleep to the chopping of the helicopter's rotors.


End of Chapter 7.

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Thanks guys. I finished this during the duration of my forums ban, so I apologize for the wait. I apologize mainly to @MR_EVIL_OVERLORD, who I know was writing a sort of spin off of this. I will probably be adding some more MC-War/Brawl players again in the next chapter, but I guess you guys will have to be patient.


This was finished 19 days before my next appeal for my forums ban was submitted.


Tags:


Omega Team:

@DarkTitan_

@MR_EVIL_OVERLORD

@rocktomb34 (grats on JMod)

@TheTitaniumTitan

@ThePlatinumTitan

@randomcitizen1


Delta Force team:

@crazybombguy

@Snail_5_

@TheTrogs

@tupaq19