Metro 2033: Metro-2

By Daniel Johns

Disclaimer: I do not own the metro 2033 title and in no way am i making a profit. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 1 "New Blood."

"I love the warmth of the fire in the mourning!" Joked Pvt. Ivan Lukin of the 4th Ranger Division.

"You know you can take my job if you want." Replied Cpl. Piter Petrenko as he turned the safety on of the LPO-50 flamethrower.

"No thanks, I have enough fun shooting those things as you do burning them."

Them, nasty little things. The Rangers of Polis have set up a base in the legendry and secret government bunker of D6. They have been in the facility for a few weeks clearing out some strange fungus that has grown in the facility. The fungus spawns amoebas, that have a desire to feed. Four Rangers have been killed since they occupied the facility. The most effective way to get rid of them and the pores was with fire. Every Ranger Division stationed at D6 had been equipped with a flamethrower. Cpl. Piter Petrenko was the man in charge of using the flamethrower of the 4th Ranger Division. His best friend for eight years Ivan Lukin was covering his back in case if any amoebas snuck up behind Piter. They where the lucky Rangers selected to clear out the reactor floor which used to house the giant Biomass.

"What the hell are these things anyway?" Ivan asked.

"I am not sure actually. I believe that it was created by a bio weapon that the old government was tinkering with and with world ending they couldn't contain it." Piter responded.

"Interesting theory, definitely better than Ulman's." Ivan said.

"Look out!" Ivan yelled.

An amoeba rolled at Piter as he fell back words into the liquid water that surrounded the reactor room. The amoeba jumped into the air and almost landed on Piter which would be instant death as the acid of the amoeba's skin would burn through his armor.

PLOWSH!

The amoeba exploded inches above him. Piter looked at Ivan who had saved him by firing his silenced VSV rifle. Since you would only die by direct contact with one, Piter managed to walk away from this event.

"Shit Piter are you ok?" Ivan said with a crack in his voice.

"Yes. Damn I almost died. Thanks Ivan." Piter thanked him.

"It wouldn't have happed if I wasn't distracting you." Ivan said and helped his friend up.

"This place is a mess. Hard to believe the Colonel made it through this place without a flamethrower." Piter said.

"Petrenko, Lukin get back on the lift, the new guy is here." Said the leader of the 4th Ranger Division Sgt. Mark Kamarov, through there helmet comlink.

"Roger that, we are done here anyway." Responded Ivan.

"Ok good, hurry back up as another team is going in to clean up." Ended Mark.

"Damn, I hate rookies." Ivan said as he and Piter rushed to the elevator.

When they got back to the lift and headed up, Piter got a glimpse at what the horrors of the war did to this place. A large skeletal remains of the Biomass and the darkness of the reactor room. Things looked up when they got back into the main facility as the lights managed to get rid of every shadow and they were able to see about fifty other Rangers restoring the facility back to operational status. The main area looked like an area that use to house a missile, as it went up like a cylinder which each floor led to other cylinder like areas, working automotive monorails, armories or war rooms with fancy computers.

Their elevator stopped and they got out to be greeted by the other two rangers who are going down into the reactor room.

"Good luck down there!" Ivan chuckled.

"Ya ya ya, I just hope you guys left some for us!" The Ranger with the flamethrower said.

Piter and Ivan walked up stairs that have been checked for wear earlier ago, and met up with Sgt. Mark Kamarov and the new recruit. Piter and Ivan saluted Mark.

"At ease soldiers, you don't have to look nice for the new guy." Mark said as the two soldiers eased down. "This is Anton Gyules."

"Hello." Anton said muffled through his full Ranger gear.

"Hey Gyules you can put up the face mask." Said Mark.

"Oh, it's for protection you know, can't be too careful." Anton responded.

"Gyules? Do you have another brother in the 8th?" Ivan said.

"Yes, Boris in the 8th and Catin in the 1st actually. Both of my brothers are in the Rangers, and as the youngest I finally joined."

"The 8th is coming here to D6 so you might see your brother." Said Mark "The 1st is going north to Exhibition."

"That's good to hear." Anton said.

"Ranger team 4, get geared up in the armory and head to the situation room!" Said a man over the intercom system.

"Shit. Ok let's not keep them waiting." Said Mark.

"Looks like you are getting action on the first day rook!" Piter Joked.

"Look at all this stuff!" Anton said with excitement as they enters the armory.

Rows and rows of Klashnikov, VSV sniper rifle, KLASH 2012, automatic and double barrel shotguns, revolvers and anything that can be made in the metro.

"Piter refill your tank, Ivan get whatever you like, Anton I want you to use a Klash, its reliable and easy to use." Mark said grabbing a Klash from the wall and handing it to him
"Yes sir." Anton said and checked the chamber. "I started out with a Bastard, the first time I went to the surface."

Piter shuttered at the sound. The surface. Piter had been there many times before. Rangers where formed out of the Old Russian Spetsnaz. When the world ended they formed the Rangers. New Rangers are hand selected by older Rangers. The only way to become a Ranger was to be a Stalker. A Stalker is a person who goes up to the surface looking for supplies to bring back. They are the considered to be the most valuable man or woman for an independent station or considered the most insane person. Either way they were crucial to the survival of the Metro and those who show true promise are accepted into the Rangers. Piter was a Stalker for two years until he was spotted.

"Well there might be one in that trash can over there." Ivan joked.

"Anton you are not going to use that pea-shooter anymore, now you use military grade equipment." Mark explained. "Load up on ammunition, all of you."

Piter filled up his fuel tanks and made sure the flamethrower was ready. He also took the liberty of taking a Klash with him. Might be extra weight but he preferred the protection. Ivan kept his VSV and Mark took the 2012, an improved variant of the Klash but had a faster rate of fire and did less damage.

"Everyone ready?" Mark asked.

"Ready!" The three said.

Piter looked at himself. He felt invulnerable in his combat armor, ammunition pouches, protective helmet and gasmask combination. His comrades looked the same which gave him more confidence. Rangers are to be the faceless soldiers guarded by the iconic helmet and combat suit that everyone feared.

"Alright let's not keep them waiting!" Mark said as they headed to the command room.