F.E.A.R

FIRST ENCOUNTER ASSAULT RECON

By Kool Killer

All praises and proceeds go to the F.E.A.R team.

In two thousand two, the military created a battalion of Replica soldiers that responded to a telepathic commander. The commander's name was Paxton Fettel. Fettel was an orphan at the age of five, after he had lost his parents due to a military transgression.

Armacam Technolagy Corporation was quick to snatch Fettel up and put him in the training facility known as the Hive. The projects name was called Origin. Two years before project Origin was put into action, an anti terrorism unit was established. Its name was First Encounter Assault Recon, or Fear. F.E.A.R is made up of a seven-man squad, one point man, four assault riflemen, and two snipers.

The point man, known as one Jeff Deem, was transferred to F.E.A.R fairly recently after he showed exceptional hand eye coordination, and reflex ability. The F.E.A.R facility is located in Auburn Washington, which is where this story begins.

The lights in the F.E.A.R briefing room were dimmed for the projector. Max Mercer the leader and representative of F.E.A.R addressed his men. "Alright, I've just got a call from the senator; he has informed me that Paxton Fettel has gone rouge, and he has taken control the Replica battalion."

"What?" Military clones, this is why no one takes us seriously." One of the sniper's, William Cade stated.

"Shut up Cade," Williams' life-long friend and spotter, Brice mumbled.

"I'm just saying," William held his hands up.

"Right, the Replica battalion is on the move, I have just got word from Delta teams, that they have spotted the clone soldiers near the Reergram harbor. The Delta teams are under orders not to engage until we arrive, so let's make this happen people."

The briefing room was abandoned as the F.E.A.R team went to the Blackhawks.

It was the late afternoon as the sun started to set on the two Blackhawk helicopters that were approaching the Reergram harbor. All the F.E.A.R operatives minus the point man were riding in Eagle One's Blackhawk. Jeff was riding with the Special Forces Operation Detachment Delta men in their helicopter, Eagle Two. Jeff was sitting in the back of the Blackhawk staring at the water below, until one of the Delta men mouthed off.

"So you fear guy's must think your hot shit," The SFODD sitting across from Jeff mocked.

"Hotter than you'll ever be," Jeff responded.

"Well, let me tell you something hot stuff, while you're pampering yourself, we will be doing all the fighting," The heckler continued.

"That's enough Mike, the fear guy's are in this just as much as we are," Mike's friend stated.

The Blackhawks reached their destination and prepared their men for the fast rope insertion.

"This is our stop people, go fuck shit up!" The pilot yelled.

The man who was heckling Jeff, Mike, dropped the rope. He went first, and then Jeff prepared to go. As Jeff was sliding down the rope he saw two trails of smoke come from the warehouse windows, RPG's. The first rocket hit eagle one's Blackhawk on the side blowing it apart. Just as Jeff's feet touched the ground, the second rocket collided with Eagle Two's Blackhawk.

The rocket hit the cockpit killing the pilots and sending the bird into the warehouse where the rockets were fired.

Jeff ducked to avoid the falling debris from Eagle Two's Blackhawk.

As the smoke around Jeff cleared, he noticed the only survivor from his previous operations vehicle, Mike.

"What the hell went wrong?" Mike cried as he held the body of a Delta Soldier that had been blown out of the helicopter.

"We just lost everybody on eagles one and two!" Jeff yelled into his COM, which was linked to high command.

"Your orders still stand, find Paxton Fettel and eliminate him," Max replied.

"Mike, come on we have to go before the Replica's arrive." Jeff said sympathetically.

"Why, why?" Mike was reluctant to leave his fellow Delta brother behind, but complied.

"Mike, none of the F.E.A.R operatives from eagle one made it." Jeff said, remembering the familiar faces he once knew.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't get your name," Mike asked.

"It's Jeff, Jeff Deem."

"Mine is Mike Summers."

Jeff and Mike made there way into the Reergram harbor warehouse where the RPG's were fired.

The first thing that greeted Mike and Jeff was smoke. From Eagle Two's Blackhawk that crashed in the warehouse.

As the two soldiers looked around the warehouse, they saw that the Reergram harbor workers had been executed by the Replica soldiers.

"Replica's must of cleaned house," Mike stated.

"But why kill the crew here?" Jeff asked Mike with uncertainty.

"They could have used them as hostages."

Soon Mike and Jeff came across the Blackhawk they were riding in four minutes ago. The smell of burning flesh was present from the SFODD soldier's still trapped inside the entangled and twisted metal of the Blackhawk that was burning. Mike's eyes were glued to the bird that was in flames.

"Mike, There's nothing you can do for them," Jeff placed a hand on Mike's shoulder.

The two soldiers made there way into the second warehouse. Where that had noticed something odd.

Traces of propane were in the air, coming from huge thousand gallon propane tanks. Both the F.E.A.R point man and the SFODD knew they could not fire a round, or it would be the end of them.

"Lets hope the Replica's are smart enough to know-CLACK CLACK, CLACK. Mike's words were cut short as a Replica soldier opened fire on them from the catwalks. The flash from the Replicas' assault rifle ignited the propane fumes present in the air, causing fire to erupt everywhere.

"Run, run!" Jeff yelled as the propane tanks started to catch on fire. Jeff and Mike sprinted to the nearest exit. Jeff made it out first. Mike was the second one out. The warehouse erupted in a flower of smoke and fire as the propane tanks exploded.

Mike and Jeff slowly got up and surveyed the damage.

Just as Jeff was about to ask Mike if he was okay, he felt a blinding pain in his left leg, as a report from a rifle was heard. Jeff screamed as he fell to the ground holding his leg.

Mike wasn't so lucky as he received the full clip of the attacker's assault rifle.

"Ahhhhhaa, Fuck!," Jeff yelled, as he watched Mike meet his untimely demise. The Replica soldiers quickly surrounded Jeff.

"Come on you prick's, kill me!" Jeff shouted in pain.

Jeff did not get death, but a rifle butt to the head; Jeffs' vision started to fade, as he slipped into unconsciousness.