Disclaimer: I own some of the plot, later on I will, and some of the characters, not Reaper but yea I want him soooo. Read and review if ya like
Steps echoed down the abandoned corridors of Olduvai as a petite figure slowly made her way across the steel grating with an assault rifle in hand. Her straight brown hair was secured in a ponytail and pale green eyes scanned the room. Bringing a hand up to her ear she listened to a static transmission and turned her head to the left.
"Harpie to base, over." She spoke quietly but was met by more static though an occasional word was heard by a man from her squadron.
"Turn…corridor…mission…hostile…base." Harpie shook her head in frustration and removed the ear-piece throwing it to the ground and spitting in its direction.
"Damn proto-type, fucking corporation and their piece of shit equipment. Damn imbeciles."
A canister fell to the ground in the other room and she quickly leveled her gun while approaching the open doorway. Harpie headed into the dark room and felt around her waist, pulling out her flashlight and shining the room with its UV rays. She saw shadows dancing on the walls and proceeded deeper into the room. The metal tables were filled with lab equipment and the walls were lined with sheets of paper. Harpie froze when she heard heavy breathing and felt hot breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and muttered a quick prayer before turning and dropping to her knees. A monsters claw swung over-heard and she released her first chamber of bullets into its stomach. It screeched in pain and struck out again, this time hitting her shoulder and tearing into the skin. She cried out in pain and shot the second round, only half of them hitting the monster. It retreated and she ran out after it, picking the ear-piece back up on the way out.
"Harpie to base team, in hot pursuit of enemy down the West corridor, the beast is moving fast as hell. Cut it off at stairway 6." She heard more static and swore stuffing the communications device into her vest pocket. Harpie was a few steps behind the creature but kept up by a trail of blood, her boots pounding against the steel as she followed it farther and farther into the facility. As she was rounding another corridor she heard its growls from above and quickly looked up to see it looming over her. It jumped down and she fell to the floor, shooting half her clip into its lower torso. It roared and clawed at her again but she blocked with her gun, preparing to fire as it took off around the corner. She jumped up and tried to follow but with each step she lost pace and more blood than she should have. Turning one last corner she saw and heard nothing, and sighed in defeat. Cursing again, she started her trek back to the secured area.
Stepping into the clean laboratory, Harpie was accosted with questions by her team.
"Where did you go?"
"What the fuck happened?"
"What in God's name was that creature?"
"What the hell were you thinking?" The last came from a blonde girl with pale green eyes like her own and was said with the harshest voice. All the questions blurred together as Harpies vision faltered and she roared in anger.
"Enough!" Everyone quieted as Harpie tore her vest off to receive medical attention. The staff dabbed her wound with alcohol and started to stitch the open gash. Harpie gritted her teeth and looked to the team.
"I did a recon of the area and was met by hostility. I engaged but lost sight of the subject and I returned to base for medical aid. Are there any problems?" She punctuated the last sentence while glaring at each member who murmured a no, expect for the girl.
"We'll talk later." The blonde said returning the glare before turning her back and walking over to one of the men who spoke with her quietly. Harpie glanced towards the technician who sat watching the computers.
"Pull up the feed from my gun and from the cameras that were set-up." She watched the monitors and saw the beast's face. The men behind her recoiled in horror at its deformed, slimy features, at least what was distinguishable of them. One of the five men muttered and Harpie turned to him sharply.
"What was the Vamp?" The Romanian man shook his head and repeated himself louder, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"That creature is a demon of the underworld, not even this planet would create that monstrosity." She looked away and down to her bandaged wound while slowly and carefully moving her shoulder.
"I don't care what it is or how many there are, it's our job to exterminate them and take hold of the Ark. Tech and Bullet return to the main quarters and evacuate Olduvai, I want all civilians out of this area, its now code red. Vamp radio command for reinforcements, I want anything they can spare for us. Hades, Fury set up a perimeter and keep guard at the doors." Harpie hopped down from the table and started to walk away.
"Where are you going captain?" Fury called, her blonde hair shining under the light. Harpie turned and smiled mischievously.
"Calling a few old friends for a chat."
5 years ago two survivors had escaped form Olduvai with their lives and one had a new ability of heighten senses. Unfortunately 3 years later one of those survivors died in a scientific accident when a project exploded. He was never the same without her. John "Reaper" Grimm sat at his desk, sorting through paperwork from a week old assignment when his computer started to ping with an incoming transmission. A woman in her late twenties with straight brown hair and hollow pale green eyes stared back at him from his screen.
"Hello Reaper. My name is Ledell, my team calls me Harpie. I'm leader of a RRTS group that was sent to thoroughly cleanse Olduvai and the excavation site so it could be re-opened. I understand your team was the last one to be sent here and I request your presence for this mission. The higher ups have already approved, it's your choice to come." Reaper noticed her bandaged shoulder and she also looked to it.
"You can prevent many deaths." She whispered sadly and looked back at him with determination. "We are one of the best teams out there, and all I'm asking for is a guide to the excavation site since the schematics of the area have been destroyed. I'd rather not explore without a map and end up trapping my team or having them cornered by these devils. "Reaper shuddered as he remembered two old team-mates, four who were killed by the creatures and one who he killed for turning. "All I want is a guide, you have one hour." He looked up as she disconnected from him. He replayed her message many times letting the words wash over him and seep into his mind. Looking at a picture resting on his desk he lifted it and ran his thumb over the woman's face. He sighed and brought his cross attached to a silver chain to his lips and stood lifting his assault rifle.
"Forgive me God for what I do." The automated voice rang out after him as he shut down his computer and cleared his desk.
"Weapon Handler: Reaper." Pulling on a black vest he exited the office area and made his way to the helipad. Entering the five man shuttle he saw it was already occupied by another passenger. He looked at the pilot who shrugged and responded to his questioning look.
"The fiery vixen was our first stop; we have one more on the other side of the complex at the weapons lab. Their really going all out this time to make sure the threat is eradicated." Reaper relaxed in his seat across from the woman while he studied her from the corner of his eyes. She had long dark red curls that fell to her chest and her deep sea blue eyes stared at the sniper rifle that rested in her lap. Her berry-stung lips off-set her black leather outfit and she looked as if she were only a few inches shorter than his 6'1 height. The woman seemed mid-20's, around his age and she said nothing to him, she didn't even bother to glance in his direction, rather kept to herself and her gun. Reaper didn't mind, he felt as if the two were the same person, both lived for their jobs and nothing more.
The chopper lifted and flew across the large complex, after 20 minutes they landed on another helipad and looked around the empty clearing. The pilot turned back to Reaper and the girl but addressed Reaper.
"Seems like our lab rat scurried away, care for an assist and retrieve mission?" Reaper sighed and jumped down from the copter and jogged into the building. He stopped at the end of a white hallway where black bags sat piled at the door, each bulging with equipment. Reaper entered the lab and found himself facing the back of a large, burly man with spiked brown hair who was lifting bags onto his shoulders. He stood around 6'5 and when he turned around Reaper saw his chocolate brown eyes were haunted and he had a deep scar running from his temple to his cheek. There were other scars that marred his face but none as prominent or old as that one. He lifted his gun towards Reaper and the automated voice rang out again.
"Weapon Handler: Brute" The man gave Reaper a cold stare as he was spoken to.
"You don't strike me as a scientist."
"That's because he's just a bodyguard." A female voiced echoed of the walls as she descended metal stairs on the east side of the room, she had two unique hilts in her hands and a large gun held up by her arms.
"You're the weapons scientist?" Reaper asked raising his eyebrows in surprise. The woman in her early twenties had long black hair pulled into a messy bun with strands hanging down. Her bangs fell in front of her caramel brown eyes and her lab coat hung loosely on her small frame. She quirked her own eyebrow at his question.
"Is there a problem with my profession?" She asked wetting her lips and taking in Reapers appearance. Her eyes raked his fitted body and she glanced away blushing when she realized he had caught her. He rolled his eyes and Brute grunted before staring coldly at Reaper again who returned the glare. She packed another black duffle bag with the gun and turned back to Reaper, her blush vanished and the two hilts stuffed into her pocket.
"I'm Adela, the new head of weapons development and research." She pointed to the larger man and nodded in his direction. "That is my older brother Brutus, you can call him Brute, don't expect an answer back from him though." She turned back to Reaper and held her hand out for a proper greeting but he just stared at it before turning back to Brutus.
"What happened to him?" Adela frowned at the lack of respect but walked over to her brother and pointed to the circular scars on his throat.
"His vocal chords were shot during a mission when he was younger, that's also where he got his scar. He almost died and we re-constructed as much of his face as we could, but he was never fully healed and never regained use of his voice again." Her eyes grew sad but she quickly covered it.
"You used to be a doctor then." Adela nodded in affirmation and turned back to Reaper while packing one last bag of clothes.
"After his mission I switched to weaponry and designed for him mainly. A few years after, I was recruited and locked away in a facility near Massachusetts. Last month I was taken from there and promoted to this job." She shouldered a bag and turned towards Brutus.
"Take the bags to the helicopter and I'll be out shortly." He walked towards the door and exited the room, picking up all the bags but three on his way out. Reaper watched in respect as the man didn't struggle under any of the weight, even for someone his size. Adela shut down the machinery and headed for the entry-way but stopped shortly at the door and turned around, bumping into Reaper who was directly behind her. She started to fall but with quick reflexes, his arms were around her waist and she was pressed against his body. He inhaled her scent and for a moment, lost himself in the warmth against his abdomen. He opened his eyes and saw her guarded yet confused look.
"Could you carry two of the bags and I'll get the third." Reaper nodded and picked all three bags up and started to walk away from her as quick as possible. He didn't need any distractions and he knew it would be hard to resist a beautiful woman. He especially didn't want her brother breathing down his back while he tried to seduce his baby sister because of testosterone that was uncontrolled.
They strode to the side of the chopper and after loading the four bags, climbed onboard and saw Brutus sitting next to the other woman. Adela removed on of the hilts from her pocket and handed it to the mysterious passenger. She sat next to Reaper and watched how the woman examined every detail.
"I modified it from your last use; it's hotter and cools quicker." The woman hit a button on the handle and a controlled red UV ray shot out a foot from the base.
"Weapon Handler: Syth" The woman looked to Adela and hit the button again causing the light to disappear. She touched the base with her bare fingers and though it should have burned her, the area was cool. She nodded to Adela in approval who sat back with a smirk on her face. Syth placed the weapon on her belt and closed her eyes, reclining back in her seat. The helicopter lifted and flew them towards a transporter that would take them to the under- construction Ark and to Olduvai.