The sound of the dead body caused a shitstorm among the snipers, who immediately turned their attention towards Redd.
Acting upon instinct, he cloaked and rolled behind another piece of cover. He popped his head out and took aim once again.
The poor sod that was caught in the crosshairs was desperately searching for him. Evidently, to no avail, as his body soon hit the ground as well.
What Redd didn't perceive, is that once he had fired, his cloaking would flicker due to the sudden movement caused by recoil.
He soon had six red dots aimed directly at his helmet. He froze in place and time seemed to slow down. Before he could react, one of the snipers fired...
But the bullet didn't hit him... It didn't even touch him either...
Then he remembered, the energy shield the suit had with must have deflected the bullet.
After realizing this, rush of confidence soon rose from within his core programming, he quickly rolled straight into a run and fired the remaining two rounds in the magazine, both of which hit two very unfortunate insurrectionists.
He then slid behind a crate and looked down at Team One, who were still under fire by some very persistent marines.
"For the love of..." Redd cursed before another sniper round flew by.
He checked his HUD. As he had drained his cloaking it needed time to recharge, he thought for a second and came to the conclusion that he only had one last trick.
He charged the Jammer to a high enough capacity that it should, according to his ten second theory, fry all nearby electronics. Except himself, of course.
Hopefully.
He gripped the activator tightly and prayed that his plan would work.
He looked up and pulled the trigger.
When the module discharged, the catwalk swayed and all the lights were completely done.
Redd didn't expect the amount of force the module would emit, but none-the-less, it worked.
Redd stood up and activated his helmet's infrared filter.
At this point, everyone had stopped firing and the mission had turned into a cat and mouse game.
Red stood and looked up, above him was a pipeline which led directly above the snipers' catwalk.
Like a cat, He jumped up and pulled himself up and on to the pipeline.
Once he had stable footing, he silently crept along the pipe until he was directly above one of the snipers.
He jumped and landed on the poor sod, breaking his neck in the process, one of his comrades had heard the snap and foolishly wandered towards the sound.
Redd hid behind a pipe and waited for his prey to come to him.
When he did so, Redd kicked his sniper rifle out of his grasp and punched him in the face.
He soldier fell on to his back and brought out his sidearm.
Out of pure panic, he emptied the clip into Redd and looked in horror as it did nothing.
Redd grabbed the man by the throat, lifted him up, and threw his sorry ass off the catwalk.
The last pair of snipers had managed to salvage their flashlights and were now searching for Redd. He checked his HUD once more. "Ten seconds til I can cloak again, brilliant." He mumbled sarcastically.
"Fuck it." He sighed.
He ditched the sniper rifle and equipped his SMG, walked round the corner, and filled the soldiers with lead.
Both snipers froze in place, then hit the ground like a sack of bricks.
Redd nodded and leaned over the edge of the catwalk.
"The people are dead! You can stop crying in the corner!" He called out to the members of Team One. Who were still hiding behind cover.
One of them, a grey and yellow Agent, walked out of hiding and looked up to him. "Hey, we could have handled it ourselves you know!" He yelled in protest.
"Of course you could." Redd mumbled.
After making his way down, Redd managed to meet up with Team One.
The grey and yellow agent from before looked at the seven foot titan before him.
"Y-You're bigger than I thought..." He fumbled.
"Dude, is that a... minigun?" A tan agent asked looking intimidated.
In fact, all the members looked somewhat intimidated, with the exception of two agents. One cyan and one black.
One of which walked up to him and stared into his visor, trying to find a weakness.
This was cut short however, as the bulkhead behind them blew open.
Redd took the minigun off his back and slowly turned around.
"Go." Was all he said before the barrels of the minigun started whirling around.
Without question they all began running towards the goal.
After the smoke had cleared, a man, who Redd identified as the leader, followed by twenty marines, give or take, walked through the opening.
Redd tightened his grip as the militia walked forward.
"Lower your weapon!" The leader ordered.
Redd only rolled his shoulders.
"Let me try that again. Lower your weapon, now!" He persisted.
Still nothing.
"Do you think this is a game?" He asked.
"Do you?" Redd replied.
The man stepped back a bit.
"Come any closer, and I'll cut you and your men in half. Do you understand?" Redd stated.
"Is that a threat?" The leader questioned.
"No. It's a promise." Redd retorted.
"Kill him!" He ordered his men, who willingly opened fire on Redd.
After the soldiers had exhausted their first clip, all that was standing was a blood-red suit and a very pissed off AI.
In retaliation, Redd pulled the trigger on the minigun.
The weapon soon started spitting out bullets like a flame thrower, vaporizing anyone and everyone that was in the line of fire.
When he stopped firing, everyone except the leader was lying on the floor, mostly in two pieces.
Redd soon realized the leader's absence.
Said leader suddenly threw a tomahawk at Redd which hit him in the chest, right where the heart would be.
Fortunately, Redd didn't have a heart, or any internal organ for that matter.
Redd couldn't see his face, but the look on the leader's face when Redd yanked the tomahawk out must have been priceless.
However, the man backed away slightly.
Redd gave a sadistic chuckle before he launched the tomahawk at its owner, which sent him back three or four meters as soon as it hit him.
Redd then walked over to him, the leader had began to get up before Redd clamped his foot down on him.
Then Redd received a broadcast from the Director via his comm.
"All agents, the objective is secured, you have five minutes to get out of the facility." He ordered.
Not wanting to spend anymore time fucking around, Redd immediately complied.
He lifted his foot off the leader and kneeled beside him.
"Look, I'm not a psychopath, so I won't kill you. Besides, it's not polite anyway. We've only just met." He said.
He then stood up and left the leader of the Insurrection on the floor without a single word.
On the Pelican, Redd and Blu were sat opposite each other next to the door, covering their escape.
As the other agents were boarding the spacecraft, the twins would receive funny looks or nods of approval.
As soon as the pelican was full, the jets roared to life, and they were all headed home.
Blu was about to log off when one of the agents, South was it? Tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, thanks for saving us back there." She said with a slight smirk.
Blu simply nodded. "Hey South? You going soft now?!" Another agent remarked.
"Shut up, Wash!" She hissed.
Blu just shook his head.
"I need a smaller body." Redd said via their private channel.
"Can I ask why?" Blu asked.
"It's kinda hard to sneak around as an seven foot goliath Blu. The strength is good and all, but the weight makes too much noise." Redd replied.
Blu contemplated his argument for a second. "Hmm... I guess you're right. We'll ask for smaller bodies when we get back."
"You guys don't talk much do you?" North asked over the discussions between the other agents.
"You'd be surprised." Blu answered.
North tilted his head in confusion.
However he snapped back to attention as soon as the Mother of Invention came into view.
"Welcome home children, don't forget to wipe your feet!" The pilot said cynically.
After the craft had landed, Redd and Blu both went to find the Director.
Washington noticed this and walked over to Carolina.
"Hey Carolina, where do you think they're going?" He asked.
"I don't know Wash, but these guys are submerged in black ink, they're hiding something... I don't know what, but I'll find out." She replied, staring Into blank space ominously.
"If you insist." Wash mumbled before jogging to catch up to the others.
Carolina however, decided to follow the twins...
Author's Note: Sorry I've taken so long to update, I was really busy during the holidays and I'm revising for mock exams. Here's some form of reading material and I'll probably update PFIMM today or tomorrow.
Have a good one!
-Hydra