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Prologue
The tunnels were silent and pitch black. The darkness seemed to live, to breath, to move. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a soft thud. And another. Again and again. Footsteps. Within seconds the soft thudding had turned into an echoing barrage of noise. Fifteen fully armed Locust drones marched through the tunnel. The locust at the head of the formation stopped suddenly. The drones behind him followed suit. The leader scanned the tunnel with his cold eyes, searching for a sign of danger. Although they carried torches, most of the tunnel was engulfed in shadow. He was about to give the order to continue when; crack! The thunderous roar of an un-silenced COG ripshot rifle.
The leaders head exploded into a mix of blood, bone and brain tissue when the round tore straight through his skull. Before the drones could react; crack. Another shot and another drones head burst. They frantically scanned the tunnel, searching for a target so that they could return fire, or at least hold off the barrage of sniper rounds soaring at them. They had no time to take cover. The drones could smell fear. Their own fear as one by one each drone fell to the ground.
The tunnel was quiet again. Only the sound of dripping blood from the severed locust necks and heads could be heard. The floor of the tunnel was now almost completely red, mixed with blood stained bone shards and white brain tissue.
'Wires!' came a shout from small piece of rock protruding from high up the wall 'form up'. Moments later, four armed soldiers emerged from cover dotted about the tunnel. They wore standard issue COG Advanced Recon Operative kit. Nothing more than a pair of combat boots, trousers and shirts with several armour panels attached. They were light-weight and manoeuvrable, unlike the juggernaut kit of the COG gears. The soldiers' kits were flawed and damaged. Each was graphitised and customised in some way or another, but in the darkness of the tunnel the details were impossible to make out.
The Locust lamps were still burning dimly and the wires regrouped in the centre of the tunnel, amongst the blood and the bone of the massacred drones.
Each of the soldiers was armed with a ripshot sniper rifle, a 'splitter' sub-machine gun and a semi-automatic 'pup' pistol; nicknamed for its lightweight design compared to the cannon sized SNUB and boltok pistols used by the gears. Although lightweight, it was no less deadly as its design allows the magazine to be loaded with customised rounds; from armour-piercing to explosive.
'Another victory for Sera's finest' grunted one of the soldiers, a tone of spite at the name of his home.
'We're all impressed by your combat skills, Cooper' said another soldier sarcastically. His face was old and wise, as if medals and ranks had taught him nothing compared to the war itself. Sergeant 1st class. But it meant nothing down there in the tunnels; it was just a pin and a title. All that counted down there was surviving, which, in the sergeants old age, became harder and harder each day. The sergeant looked back up and spoke again, re-engaging his authority tuned tone of voice.
'Until we find an emergence hole that hasn't collapsed, we're never going to get out of these tunnels. Take what we need from the drones, we're moving out…'. A flash of light from down the tunnel interrupted his speech. The flash was blinding white and chased away the dark shadows throughout the entire tunnel, only for them to return moments later. The light was followed by the soft clatter of pebbles and rocks being shaken from the tunnel walls. The clatter was then joined by a trembling in the tunnel; even through the wires' combat boots. they could feel it beneath them. The entire tunnel was shaking. The wires all stared down the tunnel from where the flash had come.
'Sir, what are your orders sir…' one of the wires said, his eyes locked down the tunnel, his hands trembling slightly, finger on the trigger. The clatter of the pebbles and rocks grew louder and the trembling became stronger. A soft noise emerged from down the tunnel. A soft hiss which was barely audible above the raucous noise of the rocks falling. It began to get louder until it became a dull roar. Then, the light came back. White light flickered from down the tunnel. Just seconds had passed since the first flash of light, and now it was clear to the sergeant what had happened and he roared
'Bomb! Run! Now!'
The wires took action immediately and the entire squad began dashing at great speed down the tunnel away from the light. No matter how fast they ran or how much ground they covered the noise grew louder and the light brighter. The ground shook with such force the wires could hardly keep a strong foothold on the ground. Each step was a test of their balance and coordination.
The explosion was gaining on them at double the rate they were fleeing. The wires knew that unless they found shelter from the explosion soon, it would reach them, and do what a bomb does best.
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