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Wolfe: ok, ladies and gentlemen this is the first chapter of a little story a friend is writing. His name is Juggernaut, just call him Jug ok? and he is the main author, I merely edit. Say hi bro
Jug: sup
Wolfe: ok so like I said I edit, this was done as a spinoff of Beawolf's pen's story Don't Fear the Reaper. This is basically a background on the character Wolfe…
Jug: and equally so about my own characters wolfy my pal
Wolfe: …since he was only mentioned for a few chapters and he may be leaving soon but this allows you to just look at his story before that story. If I am correct this is three years before operation: Sand Viper, five before the Almagro 'killing' and seven before the ODIN incident. Now on with the story.
Fire blazed over Wolfe's back, burning flesh and causing the air to be filled with the foul stench of emblazoned meat. Wolfe practically jumped out of the virtual reality simulator "for the love of God!' a man yelled in a Russian accent "Ricky will you stop with the medieval D & D crap?!" the man was a fellow member of Nemesis-squad; his name was Romanov, Roman for short. The look on the young soldier's sporadic face caused Ricky, the loveable technician to keel over with laughter "it's not funny!" Roman swore. "hey I'm the one who always ends up as a human barbecue, you don't see me complaining" Wolfe said "all class three personnel report to the war room" the intercom blared this message three clear times "that means us lets go double time!" Wolfe ordered as he walked to the war room with Roman.
He remembered how hard it had been to get on the class three personnel list, 'yeesh I didn't even get a raise' He thought "Hey boss stop daydreaming were running late c'mon!" Roman said. He's always so paranoid about time, but I guess that's normal when you work with explosives. As they wound their way through the maze of halls that built up the underground base known as the Citadel, this place would be the temporary home for my merry band of 'thieves'. The entire place was a maze the crew couldn't decide whether it was built like this to confuse intruders or if it was simply bad architecture. "This would be a really bad place for a zombie movie" Roman said "I mean where is the armory anyway?" This place is a good maze, new halls split off every ten feet, every hall except for the main five halls contained three or four rooms on the left and right of each sub-hall entrance; Every main hall contains twenty-sub halls. That means there are one hundred and twenty to one hundred and sixty rooms per main hall that mean in total there are….a lot of rooms, all of them circled around the war room, each hall held different resources and thus was colored coded uniquely, red keycards go to the red hall which contains weapons; though the walls and roofs remained a futuristic and sterile white.
Lost in his thoughts and examination of the Citadel Wolfe bumped into some guy in a suit, he had ebony black hair parted to the right with pale skin, the tone of his skin was emphasized by his hair color and clothing making him appear vamperic. He didn't look like anyone I had seen here before "hey who are you?" Wolfe asked "ha, that's above your pay grade buddy" Anger began to swell in Wolfe, he was about to say something when Roman began to goad him about how late they were. Wolfe checked his watch, 'Aw shit! We are late well whatever time to follow Romans lead!' Wolfe thought as he began a jog to catch up with Roman midway through his run he looked back at the vamperic man who was already gone. "I'll have to deal with him later." He thought.
When he was just about to pass Roman he yelled "were late c'mon" in a taunting voice, the aggravation on Romans face was visible he began to sprint behind Wolfe, nearly passing him… nearly. Just before they got to the war room they slowed in unison, but still kept a good pace, and began to move silently as not to either interrupt the meeting or to get seen walking in late. They assumed a low stance with one arm forward and one arm back they moved in total silence, well almost total they were both stiff after sitting in the VR machine too long.
After a few minutes they reached their seats with only one strange look from Commander Isenberg and they assumed that they were in the clear "You are so not in the clear" Tessa said. Wolfe hadn't even realized that he had sat next to one of his other squad mates. After a few minutes all the other squads had been dispatched to private briefing rooms for more information on missions. Nemesis-squad however, remained "Alright boys!" Isenberg said with the booming voice of a commander "I got bad news for you, at 0600 this morning we received news that a Warlord in Japan is beginning a crusade over any land he doesn't control, he's moving fast and already has half of the main island under his command"
the commander paused and showed graphs of deaths both civilian and military and a large screen with a timer showing the estimated time until total domination of Japan. "We're not sure if this shogun is any threat to us, but to be safe were sending you boys in to recon the area, gather data on troops, and report back" the rising anxiety spawned murmurs among the squad, and multiple curses. "Now get your gear and get ready to HALO jump in two hours" when Isenberg said HALO jump there was visible remorse on the face of every squad member. Isenberg laughed and stated "I used to hate 'em too, nevertheless you got to do it now stop whining and start moving!" the entire squad perked up in unison, flew out of their chairs, saluted their commander then took off running for their gear.
The whole Squad ran single file down the hall; Wolfe in front with Roman behind me and Tessa behind him. They made a good pace, slow enough to avoid crashing into all the other squads moving around just like them, but fast enough to get to their prep room. They reached the door and with a swipe of Wolfe's keycard they each went to our own corners. One corner was empty. They lost a good man on their last mission…no one talked about it. Roman silently shoved C4, fragmentation grenades and a whole array of explosive tools into his pack "uh, Roman…this is a recon mission" Wolfe said. "I know I like explosive recon for, when it is no longer recon" Roman said defiantly.
With a sigh Wolfe finished prepping his gear It was standard stuff, flash bangs, breaching charges, two suppressors, on for his rifle an M4, and the other for his pistol an M9. It was standard gear, but it covered all his basic needs. With all his items in order He double checked my gear then examined his squad. First was Roman, the crazy bastard, he's got Russian background, you can see it easily, his hair was a bright white-blonde color that shined in the light of the room. He wears his hair in a short fashion, brushed forward sticking up just over his forehead. His features are sharp and his face maniacal but happy and joyous at the same time. He finished grabbing his gear, two tac-9 submachine guns equipped with a few attachments laser modules, and suppressors he added, reluctantly added but attached nonetheless. This guy makes me more nervous than I've ever been, but I trust him.
Okay so Romans all set what about Tessa? "Hey Tessa, Roman, how you holding up" Wolfe said "excited!" Roman said in is Russian accent making it sound cliché "very excited!" Like I said nerve racking but trustworthy. "Tessa did you not hear me or are you not talking?" Wolfe said he always does his best to keep good tabs on his team. "Just queasy, that's all" Tessa said. She never did like the HALO jump, one too many close calls during training he guessed. "Hey don't worry about the jump; Roman and I got your back" Wolfe said. Wolfe stared at her, content to do so until she responded; during this he decided to examine her as well. She was from somewhere out in the country, with a light accent that hides her heritage much more that Romans thicker accent, but Tessa's features were a dead giveaway for her ancestry. Her hair was slightly curled with a blazing auburn color that fell just beyond her shoulders. Her face was petite and dotted with a fair few freckles; her body looked like one of those girls you see in music videos or some magazine somewhere.
'These are good people' He thought. 'My people and I will protect my brothers and sisters with my life' Wolfe rose to his feet and moved to the door, ready to leave. "Hey boss, don't forget the flares" Roman said. Crap. Wolfe walked back to his locker, grabbed the flares "hmm what color? Scarlet, red, brick red, or just plain old red?" he thought. Whilst in his locker Wolfe examined his own face cold sweat on his brow, he always got nervous before missions, skin was paler than normal due to his time underground he typically had a nice tan on his Caucasian skin. His hair was longer than Romans with no particular order or styling. Wolfe sighed he was going to have to get a buzz soon, his hair was far too long and some higher up desk jockey is going to whine. He didn't like getting a buzz his hair is a dark blonde color and thus it nearly matches his skin when tanned, making him look bald from a distance. I'm too young to be bald dammit he thought as he sighed. "Alright let's move out" Wolfe said "we needed to be in the air fifteen minutes ago c'mon move it!" The whole squad perked up and with their light bags in tow jogged to the elevator.
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Jug: ok guys hope you enjoyed and please give me any constructive help, flamers can go to hell. BYE NOW.
