Chapter 2: Nexus Gateway


[21:26, secluded facility of Nevada]


[5 DAYS LATER]

*RATATATATTATATATATT!* Another day and another kill against the A.A.H.W.

Man, this never gets old...

Hearing the leftover shells rain on the floor and all the A.A.H.W units went smack down onto their deaths. I look around to see everything is close and clear with no hostiles nearby.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke from my throat and holding my cigarette between my lips. Two of my buddies Sanford and Hank strike yet another Nexus key point facility, where our Intel says that this place has some serious classified information here for the Project Nexus and the A.A.H.W recent reports that maybe prove useful to us.

Holding my dual FM-9s 9mm Belt-Fed AR Upper in both hands, Hank's FN P90 LV and Sanford's G36A2 assault rifle, the tip of my barrels is smoking red hot when we blaze through an entire room full of A.T.P Engineers and Soldats. Giving them a good O' barrage storm of lead!

They were ready for us at first when we've entered their building. But they eventually get slaughtered anyways since this is our daily ritual. But hey, they didn't suspect one of us to throw a flash grenade and blinding them temporally.

Lowering our rifles to see all potential threats in this room are gone now since we killed them all here. It's time for me and Sanford to search around this place to find any useful, important documents, computers, or anything that maybe valuable to us while Hank here guard our asses from any suspected ambush.

Looking around to see the riddled n' littered bodies everywhere of these pricks. We killed around five Soldats and ten Engineers here within their quarters as they spilled out their pissed colored like blood from their big, gaping bullet wounds we recently gave them.

Observing more closely…we spilled a lot of ketchup and mustard bottles around here. A LOT of ketchup and mustard stains for a poor sap to clean up here.

Stepping over the bodies so I won't slip, I check around this place to see a deceased Engineer lying on a gray computer monitor with flashy red buttons and whatnot with his disgusting mustard blood leaking out on the fucking keyboards.

Knowing computers are extremely useful on storing information by the obvious, I grab this stupid sack of meat between his shoulders and then throw him down to the ground as it's getting on my way.

Seeing it's completely insignificant to stare at the now mustard colored corpse. I turn back to the computer monitor to see its still functioning and having a working online network. I think he was about to delete the files but I guess he was too late to burn everything out. So I hope he didn't delete every useful piece of info in that computer I'm gonna' use.

Touching the keyboard while it's being covered in yellow paint, I tediously check the entire system to see if there are any remaining files in this computer that this Engineer didn't permanently erase. I search for n' wide in every section of this electronic device to find anything useful, but no dice.

At first, it looks we're out of luck seeing all of the data in this computer is nearly erased to do this douchebag Engineer near me, burning every single drop of useful Intel inside this computer. It seems all hope is lost here…

Until I found one last particular file that survive from the data purging before the A.T.P bitch unit can delete this thing. The file says [data coordination.]

Curious of what's inside this last file. I open it up to show coordination of an unnamed location, showing the location, direction, and numbers of how far it is.

It didn't tell of what it is or any abstract details about it, but it only shows the coordination of the place.

So it must be the location of this unidentified thing they're doing? That's really good for us! While the rest of the information is gone forever now, but this one last surviving file has enough information for us that we need to know of what they're doing.

If the files got deleted…yeah, let's not go there. That would suck real bad if we didn't find anything particularly useful around here or else I might going to whoop someone's ass for wasting our time here!

"Hey guys! I found the coordination of an unknown location. But the rest of the files are gone now since this asshole beat us to it." Alerting two of my buds that I have the coordinates of this unknown location we're dealing with. I saw our bare shirted slash bara' friend Sanford, picking through the pile of burned physical documents that the A.T.P units tried to hide them from us. As he shrewdly finding any paper that didn't completely burn within the bonfire.

"Ashes, ashes…wait a second. What is this?" Picking up a charred piece of white paper, where his round black shades stare at the semi intact document in his left hand.

"Majority of the important details in this paper have been burned away by the extensive exposure to fire. But there are still some legible words survive that didn't turn to ash. As important keywords in this remaining document says: Nexus: Gateway, teleportation, reality tears, and world infection? That doesn't sound right."

Scratching his black bandana that's wrapped around his skull, he kept reading of the surviving document.

"It shows some details saying that they need en mass Man Supply of A.A.H.W members and A.T.P units to gather around to a secluded, specific location till tomorrow. As it says for preparation is needed for this unknown facility to work."

So I'm guessing they're dealing with a discovery in teleportation right? That doesn't sound good for us.

Knowing we're going to be screwed if we don't act fast enough. I turn back to the computer and pulling out my USB in my left coat pocket. I plugged it in at the socket of this huge piece of hunk of metal, compare to my small, baby USB in my hands. I abstracted the coordination file so I can use it as a map to find where this shady location is.

[Abstracting file: 29%]

[Abstracting file: 58%]

Okay…this will take a while.

[Abstracting file: 80%]

[Abstracting file: 100%]

Still waiting…

[Abstraction: complete]

There we go!

Receiving the data file into my USB and Sanford gently holding the half intact document of what it might possibly be. I think we're going to have another hunting session here!

Pulling the plug out from the computer as my USB finish the transaction, I put my device back to its cozy, warm coat pocket to be used later when we get back to the hijacked military Humvee we've stole.

As we got everything here that we needed. Sanford, Hank, and I walk out of the A.T.P headquarter room to encounter some the en mass bloodshed hell in the hallways. Where A.A.H.W agents scattered across the narrow hall with blood stains, bullet holes, bullet wounds, and shit tons of gore splattered across this place. With the Agents business suits being painted in red and now starting to decay after a few hours here n' there.

Taking a moment to look at our prideful artwork we did here with all the red paint splattered across the steel, gray interiors. I turn to see our best buddy Hank who's walking ahead of us. With his red goggles, grey mask wrappings, and bandages covering his entire face that hides of what he's actually feeling. He seems to be more anticipated to hunt down A.A.H.W member than ever by the way he walks when we mention we're going to have a big hunting session here.

Wow Hank, take it easy man. We aren't even there you know? I know you want to make the Auditor to give out his generic tirade towards us, but dear god, just please restrain your bloodlust boner while we get there okay?

Besides, the people we're working with aren't too keen of rushing this operation we're in.


[3 HOURS LATER]

Driving in this militarized Humvee we're on with Hank taking the machine gun turret atop of the roof which is a M1919 Browning, Sanford holding a M32 Military Grenade Launcher and me…well, driving of course.

If everything calls for desperate measures for us, I got a M249 LMG on my lap. Ready to be poke out from the window to give out suppressing fire against these fuckers, reducing the pressure we're going to receive from the A.A.H.W.

Feeling a bit bored, I decided chat with my good O' intellectual Sanford here for any sort of advice he has in mind.

"So Sanford, are you sure they're doing some teleportation thing or something over there? It sounded like they're planning on improving their transportation which would be a pain in the ass to deal with, to face them all at once." Having a conversation with Sanford who's sitting beside me in the shotgun seat, he turns his head to me and guessing of what it is as well.

"Don't know what it is Deimos, but it wouldn't spell well for us. The document sounded like they're preparing between an experimentation and subtle invasion that we don't know of. To make it sound more nonsensical, the remaining document refers that they're dealing with a gateway of some sort?" So you're telling me that they're building a teleporter and going to invade another world? So that means they're probably doing experimentation on some local aliens. Well, let's break the party for them and kill all their test subjects so they wouldn't have anything left to experiment on.

As hours pass by, passing sand dunes to sand dunes of this bleak ass desert. We finally reach to our destination and I got to tell you…this place is pretty big and straight up fortified to the max.

But seriously though, I mean it, the A.A.H.W shove all their security forces up its own ass to protect this one bullshit location I'm seeing here.

Got a really good view of this place since we're on atop of a hill, I saw the place has electric fence around its perimeters, tents scattered across this place. There are also trucks stacking close to each other and more A.A.H.W units marching towards a…red portal that's emanating out black n' red static?

The portal itself looks like it's a tear from reality. In the other side, I saw a dense forest within the portal thing as the A.T.P and 1337 agents are flooding inside there.

Now I mention it. Their numbers within the camp have around 4000 Agents, 200 Soldats, and 900 Engineers blocking our main objective.

Seeing the heavy security all over this place, they definitely want to guard this portal thing they're holding so dearly to them and I want to know…what are they hiding inside there that they pull half of their manpower over this tear? Wink, wink!

"Deimos…floor it." Hearing Hank's wisdom, now he's talking my language!

Releasing a big puff of smoke from my mouth and stepping on the gas. The engine roared to life and the Humvee is now speeding towards the electric fence!

Finally, time to get some action here!


[A.A.H.W agent]

Smoking a cig' between my lips, A.A.H.W member #021498 loan me his packet of cigarettes to stop the boredom from guarding this place.

Releasing the nicotine evaporation from my mouth, at least I look cool while guarding the reality tear to send A.T.P and A.A.H.W units to study slash corrupt the world with the Improbability energy. Besides, the place we're invading has a shitty society and has inferior tech compare to us in the technological scale. High probability chances that we're going to win if a scenario battle occur, conflicting with the indigenous natives.

Good thing we're invading this place. We will teach and subjugate the locals onto the will of the Nexus and the A.A.H.W. Twisting onto their reality, degradation of their cognitively and begging for us to consume them when the Secondary Drive is active. In return, we will experiment on them as a gift for helping us when Normality wanes. Maybe, we can re-socialize them, break their personality down to its core and become members of the A.A.H.W like ourselves as loyal soldiers.

Thinking of the possible chances of my fantasies, I'm still bored of guarding this open tear that the Auditor made for us. It will close around approximately 6 minutes till the Auditor can re-open a path for us again.

Approximately 4 hours and 13.013948 seconds to go till my shift ends here.

Holding our M4 carbines and medium Kevlar size vest that cover our torso, I was playing with my MP3 player of a soundtrack which was produce from a great musician called 'Devin Martin' as the track title showed up on the small MP3 screen and the said track is playing called Turn up the messy.

Hearing the intense dubstep drumming in my eardrums that made me less bored and more focus in my job than ever, I heard something roared in the desert.

*vroooommmm!*

What the hell was that?

*TURN_TURN_TURN UP THE_!*

Looking around of finding the source that made that roar, I didn't see any-

*VROOOOMMMM!*

OH FUCK ME-!

*MESSY_!*


[DEIMOS]

*SPLAUUCCKKKKK!*

As blood splattered across the glass with intestines and other bodily organ produce like liver or kidneys painted over the windshield, I felt a jump from the Humvee when the bottom half of wheels are crushing something…I wonder why?

Activating the window wipers to remove all the red paste, splattered organs, and bloody tissues that are blocking my view of where I'm driving at. I heard Sanford and Hank now starting to shoot everything in sight with no remorse.

Meanwhile, I turn the fucking stereo up and playing this badass track from THE badass Locknar!

As all the bloody gore is wiped out from the windshield glass as clear as day. I saw we broke through the electric fence and heading towards en mass of agents getting ready to be slaughtered to the left to the right! As a bloody show is going to happen here!

Bullet leads flying everywhere. Explosions everywhere like we're in a shitty Michael Bay movie and most importantly, more bullets spraying everywhere!

Steering the wheel either to avoid heavy fire or having a gay O' time running over agents for the shits n' giggles, but it looks like we have more company ahead of us!

Now to briefly describe of the innermost section of the camping ground we're in. We're currently located at the tent section area of this place where bunch of generic grey tents are scattered across this area. Where most of their A.A.H.W units are camping out here, making their homemade s'mores-and they look really anticipated on killing us.

Well too bad because our kill count is still piling up real fast here son! As Sanford turning them into fleshy meat paste with his HE launcher, Hank shooting shit everywhere, and I'm just doing some hit n' runs like they're retarded little raccoons. But In a triple wombo combo, the explosions tear their fleshy body into burned minced, the wheels crushing them, and Hank just mowing the lawn here with more bullet lead everywhere. As the A.A.H.W just showing us their graphical shit like intestines flying, bone fragments shattering, and all that jazz with their limbs shooting at different directions, making the corpses inhumane and mutilated to hell as it doesn't look human anymore…which giving me a hard boner here!

Hank who's atop of us, showering them with metal lead of death, with countless members receiving tons of puncture holes in their meaty corpses, screaming like bitches like a glee club to my ears. Who knows, probably some five year olds are watching this mayhem and getting arouse from it which I don't mind and that doesn't contradict with my boner part of what I just recently said…

Also, it's raining blood! AMEN! It's raining fucking blood!

Having enough of my own jokes, I pulled out my S.A.W aka 'a super big fucking ass weapon' at the window when I felt a vibe that's coursing through my left thigh, meaning that the Humvee's bulletproof outer layers are already taking damage or being breach by the barrage of bullets flying at me. I might as well to soften up these pricks that are shooting at us.

Oh, they're going to die for hurting our ride!


[Hank]

Mowing down the hordes of A.A.H.W that's in front of me, their numbers begin to decrease by the second where they begin to lie down by the massive load of lead tearing through them.

*RATATATATA!*

Felt the vibe from my machine gun as its moving and meowing their meaty flesh like paper. Their organs went pouring down and their skulls exploded when the 7.62×51mm NATO got inside their skull. Cannot withstand the intense G-force impact and pressure going through their brains, it resulted in a gory finale of skulls fragment flying, brain matter splattered on the desert sand, and their blood spewing out of their gaping necks.

Felt a group of A.A.H.W ready to fire their weapons, in a split second. Everywhere around me is starting to shake, everything is hazy from my vision, and things starting to slow-down.

Whirling to the direction that's a major threat to us, I saw a group of A.A.H.W carrying explosive equipment which majority of their armaments are rocket launchers and Grenade Launchers.

Holding down the trigger, a surge of adrenaline rushing through my veins and bullet-time took effect.

They all instantly went down without a fight, where their bodies ripped wide open as the lead penetrate right through them like if they were butter.

Seeing the threat is dealt with, I look around for more anymore victims for me to kill.


[A.A.H.W agent]

"We can't get a clear shot on them!"

As our most wanted targets arrive within our camp perimeters and the reality tear is open at the same time when they arrived here. We're supposed to be transported into world: 0b1 as guards for the A.T.P units but then these targets arrived, stalling our progress.

Shooting semi-barrage of 5.56×45mm NATO lead from the tip of the barrel from my AK-12, we're currently taking cover behind the metal steel crates so we won't suffer from vital bullet wounds. I turn to my ally agent near me, holding his Swiss' made SIG SG 550 rifle.

"A.A.H.W causalities are around approximately 1340 already. Alert the Auditor to re-route the location of the set up base that we're supposed to be transported to lessen causalities from the other side. Let's engage already before-!" As we about to both nod to each other and about to lift ourselves up. We-

*BOOM!*


[Sanford]

Saw a cluster of A.A.H.W agents ready to attack. I stall their offenses by firing a 40x46 mm grenade at their general direction. When the grenade detonated on the ground, their limbs split wide open and their insides torn apart by being inside the inner blast radius zone.

Reloading my Grenade Launcher of its chamber, I feed my explosive weaponry with pills to keep it running and keep on trailing of the destruction it's now causing.

Finish reloading my explosive device, I saw another butt load of A.A.H.W agents running at us and-

*PING!* what the hell?

Turning behind my seat, I saw a metal pole sticking out that looks like a stop sign, it gives me this déjà vu feeling like this happened before and-oh shit…

Wanting to confirm of what I think it is. I look out of my window see if Tricky is near-OH FUCK ME! WE GOT TRICKY!

"The clown is chasing our tail guys!" Alerting Hank and Deimos that the Clown is indeed here, I heard the gunfire stop firing from the agents. Fear of provoking the clown's wrath of taking his prey from us.

Saw his body shaking uncontrollably while wearing his slab iron mask. Tricky was a former mercenary that used to work for the Sheriff. Unluckily, Hank killed him four times already. But this thing keeps persisting as he holds a portable drive within his thick skull of his. Gifting him or cursing him of the unholy power to wield the Improbability energy, as it discard his sense of reasons, intelligence in exchange to be this unholy force of nature that cannot be reason with!

He's one, sole objective for us: kill us all then torture Hank personally which would be a big no, no for us if he gets too close as he's literally indestructible! I meant it, he cannot be killed any means necessary!

"Um guys! Do you guys have any suggestions here before it can kill us?!" looking around if there's anywhere possible to escape from the Clown's grasp…until I found one possible escape route.

Looking to the north-west of me, I saw a strange looking portal thing that's sparking red, black electricity while it begins to shrink. The other side of the portal looks like a forest of some sort of an unscathed land.

I don't know what's behind it, but seeing it's a better decision than being torn apart by that damn clown. So if the portal is closing, we might have a chance to get in there before Tricky can fuck with us!

"FLOOR IT DEIMOS! ONTO THE PORTAL NOW!" Yelling at him to floor it! Deimos grin went wider when he heard my suggestion as stomp on the gas paddle.

Knowing what's going to happen next. I grab hold onto something that would prevent me from flying my ass off. Inertia then took over as I was then slammed back of my seat.

We begin to speed away from the clown's pursuit. Hoping we can reach this thing before the clown bastard can tear us anew here. Moving in its ungodly speed as it move like a fucking Jet Plane!

Knowing what Hank is going to do next, Hank fired a hailstorm of 7.62×51mm NATO bullets at the bastard to slow him down, hoping a chance to slow down Tricky's momentum. But no avail as the bullets merely ricocheted off of Tricky. Either his reflexes are utterly insane to reflect all of the shells that's flying at him or his skin is tough as hell to penetrate!

As we're speeding away from the clown and felt the Humvee's axels jumping up n' down from the squashed deceased agents we're running over, I was too busy to notice it when Tricky is starting to get close-too close for our comfort as it's reaching its hand out to us as he's merely few feet away from us!


[A.A.H.W agent]

Spotted Tricky getting closer to the Humvee and our most wanted targets are almost getting close to the Reality tear. The Engineers are now shutting it down fast before it was too late! They better close it down immediately or else the Boss wouldn't be happy with us when he finds out that our secluded base from the other world got massacred from them! Especially as they're now in that particular world, they would interfere with the A.A.H.W original goals and dramatically become a hindrance to the Nexus plans. Causing problems to the local inhabitants that we don't want to aggro them just yet!

To make this worse, we cannot shoot at them or else we will just aggro the Clown and you know that means when you anger Tricky…it wouldn't be pleasant while we're trying to take his prey away.

Crossing my fingers, hoping these assassins wouldn't escape from us. Hope the assassins' don't-FUCK, I just jinx it!

When I stare at afar distance, they just escape when the portal finally close down. God damn it, they escaped! Boss wouldn't be happy when he hears about the news that the infamous intruders just came here, trigger happy, murdering half of the staff and get into the other world that they might interfere with the Boss's plan.

So change of plans and alert the Boss of this report!

"Boss wouldn't happy for one bit man." Hearing one of my Co-agents of this terrible situation we're in, he is damn right that the Boss wouldn't be happy about this!

Luckily, the Engineers re-routed the original location of our base as the bastards are at a different location that's far away from us. So the HQ wouldn't be outright destroyed by them. So now they're in a different location, we have enough time to set everything up.

Hope we enough time to set everything up for the Boss's plan or else he'll kill us.

($%!))$_!_$)%( )!(GOD )$( )!_!+!#FUCKING)!24$# DAMN#IT!)#

Well looks like Tricky is pissed.


[NEXUS_A.A.H.W HQ-Auditor's facility]

Checking the progress on the Nexus and adjusting slight corruption onto world: 0b1 for the Improbability to subtle infect world more easily, making sure the inhabitants not notice the slight changes they're experiencing.

Sipping on my cold, beverage soft-drink and coding the Improbability onto world: 0b1 to starts its inter-phase stage, the genesis of the infection onto normality. To create a foundation for the madness to start and for our Nexus research to be tested. I-

[EMERGENCY MESSAGE_ENGIE_#24310]

[WE GOT A PROBLEM SIR!]

What is it now?!

Taking a look at the emergency web-cam while halting my busy schedule on finishing typing the algorithm codes for the Improbability Drive to ready its triggers to suppress the World's 0b1 normality energy, I saw our newly open tear that leads to our new base onto world: 0b1.

But why are they-…oh dear no. They showed up?!

My black flames flared up tremendously when I saw those three unwarranted criminals coming onto the Reality Tear! As they've entered it while escaping from Tricky's grasp!

Damn it. Now I have to improvise of the objective I've planned previously and now I have to deal with them personally so world: 0b1 wouldn't be entirely compromised! So I need salvage of what I get before they can destroy every subject that's vital to me.

Other words, I need to enact the Improbability contract much early than I suspected. To salvage the unwanted remains of this world that maybe prove useful to us, to subjugate the inferior minded and primitive beings as they are too stupid to realize of the foul air that's happening around them.

Fortunately, I foreseen this event to happen eventual as the mercenaries would find out soon. In addition, I have already finished conducting the layouts of the contract for the Higher-Ranking primitives as the offer is far too tempting to counter act their hamartia urges. High likelihood, they'll take the bait for their self-gratification to satisfy their Id. In exchange indulging their short-term wants, their souls have been signed onto us with their blood. ..

To work for the A.A.H.W with no questions or no hesitations, to be obedient to us and to be obedient to the organization, to be discipline to be consumed, to be discipline for the Nexus…

To terminate their pathetic toys, terminate their tools, terminate and invalided their former affiliates, to show them we don't tolerate disobedience within our organization as they're now with us. As they're apart of us and they'll obey to us.

That is the long-term offer from the pact…


Looks like hell will begins in Sodom and Gomorrah. One hell of a surprise.