Prologue
-Blood Gulch, June 17th 2553 1600 hours-
Wyoming pointed his rifle at the three figures in front of him. "Well fuck." The one on the far left said. Wyoming's gaze flicked to the soldier for a second, the man was wearing cobalt blue armor, a sniper rifle held loosely in his hands. His eyes then drifted to the other two soldiers In front of him. To his right was an old companion. Tex, like him she was a former Project Free Lancer assassin out for hire. This time she had signed on the wrong side. Ever since the program disbanded Wyoming had been working independently, Tex on the other hand had left on he own path. The last words she had spoken were, "I need to find him, I need to find him and get revenge for everything he's done to me, you and everyone else as well. The director will pay for his crimes."
Wyoming respected Texas but never really understood her motives. Her armor was tattered and bent in almost every possible way, you could hardly tell it was actually originally black with all of the soot and blast marks on it. And finally the man that stood between the two of them. The one named Tucker, he dawned an aquamarine or teal color armor it didn't matter to him he would be dead in a moment anyway. In his hands he held a rifle like Wyoming's but his real interest was the silver cylinder that was attached to his hip. The cylinder was actually an energy based sword that could cut through almost anything. Wyoming had been hired to retrieve the weapon at any cost.
In the right hands the sword could be used to turn the tide of the war and bring human supremacy back to the universe. Wyoming turned to face Tucker head on. "Your son is very special, he..."
" ya I know. I probably should have read to him more or something." Tucker cut him off.
"Not that kind of special you half wit. I mean that he is the hire to the throne in the alien hierarchy. Once he gets his sword we can use him to corrupt their government form The inside." "That's sick!" Church exclaimed.
"No that's our job. To win the war no matter the cost."
"what the hell Tex, aren't you supposed' to be good at this stealth stuff?" Tucker asked.
Tex started to flicker before going completely invisible. "I am." the disembodied voice ambushed everyone. Tex appeared behind Wyoming and stabbed him in the back with her knife. Thinking quickly Wyoming activated his time distortion unit reverting back to before Tex turned invisible. Tex faded again. "I am." The voice hit him again. "oh my Tex has gone invisible what ever shall I do." Wyoming said smugly. A smile forming on his face beneath this helmet. "Don't be so smug she beat you last time and you weren't out numbered like you are this time." Church shot at him. Wyoming stared at him, they all knew very well that Wyoming was out numbered but they would do nothing to stop him. They were too scared of the lone mercenary. "You know what? Just keep wasting time until Tex takes you out."
"Oh you mean, her!" Wyoming wiped around and slammed the butt of his gun into Tex's visor. A satisfying crack resonated from the hit. "Poor Tex. She never did no when she was-"Wyoming was cut off mid sentence. The blade of an energy sword pierced his body armor. "Beaten?" Tucker withdrew the blade from Wyoming and let the body fall limp. His body slumped up against a pillar that extruded from the top of the base they stood on. Wyoming watched them run off. He adjusted himself into a sitting posture. The blade had torn through his time distortion unit so he couldn't revert back, he was going to die. He reached up and removed his helmet. His short black hair was matted to his head with sweat. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his hand. It started to shift.
His vision started to blur, images of his past flashed before him. "So its true your past does flash before your eyes." Wyoming laid his against the wall and closed his eyes.