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The 2nd carriages door slammed down onto the ground, soldiers blasting the trio back out.
"Wait, where the springfield model!?" one of the soldiers yelled. Suddenly, the door opened to the 3rds carriage door opening at the same time. A barrel pointed straight toward the soldier in the middle of the hall from the other train aimed toward her. With a loud crack, the soldiers head snapped backwards in a storm of mechanical parts spewing out of her skull, crashing onto the ground, a steel bolt chambering another bullet from springfields rifle. Suddenly, the door closed in front of her, and Kalash and Thompson lept out to spray down the defenders with showers of lead. The soldiers jumped back behind the benches on the side of the train, but one was not so lucky.
Abraham sprinted forward, as the soldier reloaded a fresh magazine, but was met with a set of knuckles to the face. He recoiled and threw the rifle off to the back of the train. She leapt forward, attempting to punch Abraham in the gut, but was deflected away. Abraham grabbed her by the arm and slammed it to the side of the wall with an accompanied scream from the soldier.
"Go! I don't know how long I can hold her down for!" He yelled. Kalash and Thompson ran past him, Thompson tilting her hat back to him in gratitude. "Alright, just me and you, one on one. Lets see if my old Taekwondo skills can hold up." He raised two fists in line with each other, and slid his right foot backwards, to create a L shape with his body. He waved the soldiers toward himself, and she complied with an enraged yell and raised fist. He dodged the fist, and shot his right leg toward her ribs, crashing her to the side of the train car. She got up slowly, and suddenly a clear bottle flew toward his face and partway hit his fist. She charged forward this time with a frontal kick, but Abraham side stepped and landed a meteoric blow from a spinning side kick from his right side straight into her left forearm. She countered with a left gloved punch to his face, but was denied success, and met with a right fist to the gut. She stumbled backwards, and attempted to land another hit, but her face planted into the ground, into zero movement. Abraham carefully walked over the body, and picked up the assault rifle she had dropped, clicking a fresh magazine into the magwell of it. Suddenly there was a massive shockwave through the train, and smoke erupted from the side of the train past the carriages.
Alright. If the plan should be working out by now, then springfield should be on top of the train, and she has completed her part.
5 minutes before the break in to the train carriage.
"Alright, here's the plan I've come up with. Springfield is going to shoot through the carriages and kill whoever is in the middle of the seats. Then once the doors close, me, thompson, and kalash will go through. Finally, this is the hardest part, that i've entrusted to you, Springfield. With the explosives that we found from one of the soldiers, you will climb over the train, and blow your way into the Ammunition supply carriage, thereby causing a distraction. From there, we should be able to reach you by then, and we can take down the bastard who caused all of this. Can you do it?"
Albeit reluctantly , she nodded. "It's no problem. I will just need some time to activate the explosives." The group nodded in agreement to the plan, and Kalash, Thompson, and Abraham set off to save the commanders carriage. Springfield, waited a moment, sighed a breath, and kicked open the door. Suddenly, both doors aligned open, and springfield clicked her pistols trigger, and the soldier in her direction fell to the ground. She ran out the door before it closed, and the alignment ended. She braced herself for the wind, but the massive gust that had denied them earlier had dissipated into a string wind, and little snow to fall. She took a momentary breath, and leaned over the fast moving rails to climb on the carriages ladder. She reached the top of the carriage as a quick gust of window hit her face with sheer cold. She brushed it off, and climbed over the top, and began to slowly walk over the top of the moving train. After some snow had dissipated, rails appeared on the top, and she grabbed onto them, slowly crawling along. Suddenly, she heard gunshots from beneath her, and a sudden slamming noise.
Abraham seems to have defeated this carriages guards. Thank goodness. She had reached the end of the blurring fast , carriage, and lept over onto the next one, and ran toward the ammunition storage carriage as the wind dissipated. Finally after jumping another time, she reached a massive cargo carriage of the train. She cleared away some snow, and set down the explosives left from the enemy squadron. She clicked a keypad on it, when she realized.
Oh crap. Where I can go? The bomb began to tick down from 60 seconds, and she realized there was no other option. She grabbed one of the bars on top of the train, and swung herself over onto the side of the train. After what seemed like an eternity holding onto the frozen bars, a loud explosion rocked from the top of the train, smoke and snow rained down onto her. She breathed out, only to look to her left that a massive rockwall was headed her way. She stumbled back on top of the train, and the rock wall, in what had seemed like millimeters, passed over her as she leapt into the carriage, entering a commotion of Sangvis soldier running around, but seemingly ignoring her presence. She crept behind a crate, Labeled Ammunition stores and weapons. She carefully removed the lid, only to miraculously find her M1903, Kalash's Ak-47 with its magazines, and a shotgun. "If this is our weapons, who's this?" she asked the air. She picked it up, but not before looking around for suspecting soldiers. Good, none around. She laid a knee on the ground, and inspected the shotgun. On the side, a small label of KSG: OWNER: Abraham. This is his? But I've never seen him use a gun before, why would this be here? She noted to herself. She carefully put it back amongst the straw protecting it, and some red and yellow shells, knowing it was a topic not to be reckoned with, and placed the cover back.
"Hey, if the ceilings opened, then the intruder must be in here you dumbasses! Get looking, or my positions terminated!" A t-doll barked. Suddenly, the stampede of boots echoed across the carriage, and springfield grabbed her rifle and ammunition, and moved two larger crates aside, and hid behind them, slowly her breathing down as much as she could, while simultaneously pulling the bolt back, and loading the ammunition that she could. Just as she moved it forward, a squad of soldiers ran past her, flashlights on their weapons quickly illuminating the storage around them. As springfield began to move the crates back out, a singular flashlight came by. Springfield became a boulder, and sat still, sweat flooding down her face, her combat core bursting through her chest, right hand clutching the bolt. The flashlight then shut off, and the crates slowly began to move outward, revealing Abraham breathing a sigh of relief.
"Just had a feeling you would be here. I know you saw the shotgun. I'll explain it to you later once this mess is over, promise." he said.
"Yeah, I was going to ask about that. He took her hand and helped her up from behind the crates, dusting her pants and jacket off. He pointed his thumb toward the other soldiers. Her took the ak-47 out of the crate, and slung it around his shoulder. "Thompson and the others are here by now, fighting the soldiers here."
As per expected, sounds of guns cracking and firing erupted from around the corner. They began to run toward the mayhem, when Springfield stopped Abraham with a hand on his shoulder, pointing back toward the crate.
"Aren't you going to get your shotgun?"
"Dont need it." he quickly replied and brushed off her hand, and headed off, Springfield's hand stuck in the air for a second. She shook her head, and went to tracking behind him, loading the rest of her ammo into the internal magazine as she ran. They reached a group of soldiers shooting at a row of boxes, when a familiar blonde and red hat head popped out to it side. Abraham gave springfield the ak-47, and she took it. She looked around the corner, and Springfield saw Kalash, and with all her strength tossed the rifle to her, and she caught it with a strong clack.
Clink. BOOM. Kalash saw the other two, and quickly jumped up to catch her rifle. She fell back down onto the floor, smiling at her regained treasure.
"Ah, wonderful to have my rifle back again, I was beginning to miss it's comforting wooden stock!" Kalash laughed, as she loaded a second grenade into her rifle mounted launcher behind the crates, she and thompson were covering behind.
"That's quite the wonderful feelin, I know that for sure." thompson replied, as she slammed another drum magazine into her gun.
"Hey wait a second, don't you fancy 5 star T-dolls have some kinda special ability or what not? Or is it just a rumor?"
Thompson fired off a couple shots, and crouched back down. "I do, why? It's just a evasion booster, nothing much." She then pushed back up her glasses, and put on her headphones. "Hold on, I think I can make somethin outta of it." She vaulted over the crates, and slammed her wrist. Suddenly, a small blue veil seemingly came out of her chest, and the soldiers stopped firing.
"What are you doing you fools! Fire!" one of them yelled, as they resumed firing. However, all of the bullets seemingly fazed through Thompson, as she danced her way to the soldiers, as if she was dancing to music. She placed her gun at her waist, and as continuous wave of singing began, .45 acp flooded out of the barrel.
"I see skies of red, trees of blood. And I say to myself, what a wonderful world…." She sprayed down the soldiers, and kept singing as if it was nothing. "I see skies of crimson, enemies screaming, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world…" The loud cracks stopped, as she continued to waltz around the quiet battlefield, gracefully reloading as she went. The soldiers one by one collapsed onto the ground. Once the room went quiet, she bowed to the non existent audience, taking her hat to her waist. She took off her headphones, sliding them back down to her neck. Kalash peered over the crates, and stood fully up, giving a round of applause.
"Why thank you." thompson replied to the compliment.
Suddenly, a loud crack ripped through the air and into thompsons abdomen, mechanical fluids bursting out. She stumbled in shock, and collapsed onto the ground.
"No! Thompson!" kalash ran over to her, only to be greeted by the sight of a woman floating over them, strange drones rotating around her freely in space, a gas mask on her face.
"Well well well. A thompson huh? Didn't expect your mercenary kind to be here." she proclaimed to them. Thompson rolled over to face who had shot her, blood seemingly flowing out of her wound, her hand covering it. "Oh, seems I've missed your combat core, those blasted things."
Springfield and Abraham ran out to see what had happened. Abraham bursted into action at Thompson, tearing off the cloth with a combat knife from his waist to inspect the damage. "Oh shit, it ripped right through her synthetic muscle on her waist, it's a surprise it didn't cause further damage." he said. "Who the hell are you!" The hovering lady seemingly instantly dove toward the group, snatching springfield by the throat, as she immediately tried to free herself of the chokehold.
"Springfield!" Kalash yelled. "You bitch!" Kalash jumped onto a crate to get to the girl, but was knocked away by one of the drones, and slammed onto the ground. "If your curious, it seems. I am under the control of Sangvis ferri, as I'm sure you fools have already noticed. Its scarecrow, and I was the one who lead the operation. And I'm sure this is also who you are looking for." a couple drones came out of the shadows, holding Commander Ivankov and MG5 by their throats. "Well, I will be off, my mission is done here. Explosives on the storage carriage will explode soon enough, destroying this hunk of metal." She dropped springfield and the other three onto the ground, helpless as she rose toward the hole in the ceiling of the carriage, laughter from the Doll etching its way into the air.
"Dammit! This whole mission is a failure. They must have eliminated the support squadrons first. Im sorry Thompson, I should not have sent you here." Ivankov said. Thompson slowly leaned up to face him.
"My allies were on those squadrons. Damn them, why did their song end without me! We were supposed to continue our journey farther than here!" Her eyes welled up as she lay back down, slamming her fist on the metal ground. They all sat in silence, when suddenly a group of 2 T-dolls and a soldier crashed through the window on carbon fiber ropes and landed onto the metal floor, the two T-Dolls pointing their rifles toward scarecrow, who had stopped ascending. Once more, another break through window, with another T-doll. The T-doll gracefully fell toward scarecrow.
"Agent, excellent. Elisa informed you about the trains attack. Good." Scarecrow said, before promptly being slammed to the ground by Agent.
"Not quite. The one who ordered the take back of the train was me." answered Agent as a smirk crawled around her face. "Notice something, different?" She snarked, as she showed her wrist, having a metallic ring around it.
"You..you let someone imprint you!? Wait. Him?!" She cried out to empty responses. The T-doll then kicked her stomach, as she coughed up blood.
"Ding ding, correct. That means Elisa isn't the one issuing orders to me anymore. And don't worry about remembering any of this. I'm not letting you sync to the neural cloud before I kill you." She continued before a combat knife plunged into Scarecrows face. Blue sparks began to seemingly erupt out of her.
"You damned traito-" The body began to convulse and pulsate, before ceasing.
Who the hell are they?! Echelon 463 thought at once.