Saviors
"Major Alex Shepherd, I like the sound of that. Even better than Sergeant Kyle Newden," laughs a wolf/ German shepherd mix.
"Shut up, sir," grumbles the wolf/ husky mix walking next to him.
"Please, we're friends. You don't have to call me sir. Only do it when the colonel is around."
"Sorry, it just flows off my tongue."
"You're lucky we're friends, or I'd forget my training for a bit and kick your ass."
"Well, thankfully we're friends."
Alex, or rather, Major Alex, is walking with Sergeant Kyle to an abandoned research facility that's a seventy miles away from Nome Airport.
"So, what do you think is in store for us inside the research facility," asks Kyle, curiosity flowing off of his tongue.
"Probably something stupid. 'Oh, by the reports, global warming doesn't actually exist!' This is why I hate scientists; always sending us to the most Godforsaken places on Earth. It's so cold out here, you could freeze the balls off of a brass monkey," exaggerates Alex.
"Yeah, well a brass monkey won't feel its balls getting frozen off, unlike us. Besides, maybe there is something going on out there."
"Like what? 'Oh, cats are friendly. They won't hurt you.' Fuck cats. All they do is sit around and complain about bullshit problems while we get sent all over the fucking place," complains Alex. "Besides, I dislike being sent to Alaska or Russia in winter."
"Yeah, well I like it here. It's quiet."
"Shut up sergeant."
"You got it sir."
The rest of the walk is in silence until Alex's radio goes off.
"Major Alex, bring Sergeant Kyle with you to Research Facility Zulu. We found something you might be interested in."
"Yes sir. I'm on my way now."
Alex and Kyle make their way inside Research Facility Zulu. It wasn't named Research Facility Zulu, but people call it that because this was the last place they expected a research facility, much like z is the last letter in the alphabet. But the infantrymen didn't name it; the locals did for God knows why.
Ten minutes later, Alex and Kyle enter the subject room.
"Sir, what have you found," asks Kyle.
"Sergeant, we found something that came from a research facility in Antarctica. And where did the lack of professionalism come into effect," asks the colonel.
"The same time when balls were being frozen off brass monkeys, sir," answers Kyle.
The colonel frowns at Kyle and Alex shakes his head. "Sergeant, that wasn't a good answer."
The colonel quickly agrees and Kyle shrugs his shoulders. "Well, it was the first thing-"
"Major, we found a tape that was sent here. I think we should watch it," says the colonel.
"Understood sir," responds Alex.
The colonel puts the recording into one of the computers. After awhile, the computer begins to play the recording.
May 30, 2008
Friday, 2:30 P.M.
"Hello? Hell- Hello? C-can anyone hear me? This is Dr. Drake Nolstrom. My team found… Ahhh! It's in my head! … Anyways, the team found something… something that could advance Modern medicine even further."
"Unfortunately, the creature escaped and… Get it out of my head! Please, it's eating my mind! HELP! … It killed the others and is somewhere in the facility. I'll keep trying to capture it from here."
End of message
"Jesus Christ," responds the colonel, "What the hell happened down there?"
"I don't know sir, but whatever it was, it sure did a lot of damage," responds Kyle.
"Well, it doesn't matter. We're going there and we're going to rescue any survivors," says the colonel.
"What do you mean survivors? They're all dead sir."
"Yeah, well I don't believe that bullshit! Besides, we're Marines; we do this kind of shit every day. Not like it'll stop us now!"
Alex looks at Kyle and nods his head. "He's right Sergeant. We are Marines. We fight and die for the freedom of others. Now pack your shit up. We'll be heading to Antarctica."