Chapter 6: One Step Closer

After killing every one of the mercenaries in the storage building, Rock made his way to the office that would likely, bring him one step closer to whatever business, Carter Aldridge had in Roanopur.

Rock opened the door and walked into the office, and scanned the room. He didn't think much of it, just a standard manager's office. Desk in the room, file cabinet, nothing out of the ordinary.

But it was then that Rock noticed a small planning desk on the right of the room. He walked over to it and turned on the desk lamp.

On the desk was a whole bunch of documents and files with notes and dossiers. Rock then noticed a file folder marked, employees. Rock opened and was met with a stack of all the mercenaries and trained killers working under Aldridge.

But as Rock continued to look through the documents, he stumbled upon a person who might be his clue.

"Pauma Zavimbee… former Army Major for the Democratic Republic of the Congo… was found guilty for many war crimes including, genocide, murder, rape, torture, and conspiracy… was sentenced to be executed via firing squad... escaped through unknown means… whereabouts unknown" Rock read aloud.

Rock then flipped the page to read some notes stapled to the back.

"Rank: Second-in-Command… reports to Mr. Carter Aldridge… organizes all operations to be taking place in the city of Roanopur… current mission is to find Neistovstvo, has come up unsuccessful…" read Rock.

After reading through some more notes, Rock began to think of how he was going to find Zavimbee.

"Alright… Zavimbee is Aldridge's second-in-command… so if I find him, I find Aldridge… but these notes don't exactly tell me where he's stationed… And what is this Neistovstvo they keep mentioning?... I know I've heard that name, I just can't remember what it is…" thought Rock.

He knew that he was getting closer. But the closer he got, the more questions he had. This frustrated Rock, but he didn't have time to dwell on it right now. He grabbed a duffle bag, and started to stuff it with all the notes and documents.

Rock slinged the bag over his shoulder and made his way to the door.

"Don't fucking move…" said an unknown person.

Rock looked in front of him and was met by a bloodied and injured mercenary. He was holding an AKM assault rifle to the Japanese man's head, but that didn't seem to faze Rock in the slightest.

"Hehehehe… You are very daring to come in here and try and steal from us. I would kill you right now… but I think Mr. Aldridge would have more creative ideas of dealing with you" said the Eastern-European merc.

Rock didn't falter in the slightest. Instead he grabbed the barrel of the AKM and pushed it to the side, disarming the mercenary, and following up with a hard-left hook to the merc's jaw, effectively knocking him out.

With rifle in hand, Rock started to walk to the exit. When suddenly-

-(BOOOOOOMMM)

Rock shielded himself and looked to see what just happened. Only to go quickly wide-eyed to see a large truck, with a 50. Caliber M2 Browning machine gun turret, burst the wall.

The gunner cocked the charging handle, and that was Rock's cue to duck for cover.

Rock threw himself behind some crates and boxes, while the turret immediately sent a hail of bullets towards him.

Rock tried to stay behind cover as best he could, but knew that he couldn't hold out for long, seeing some bullets punching holes into the crates.

Rock dived and rolled behind another set of boxes. Rock tried to formulate a plan, but couldn't think with all the bullets coming towards him. He knew that his only exit was through the hole in the wall. But he couldn't find a way to get past the truck.

"FUCK" cursed Rock, as he remained shielded from the swarm of bullets. Rock peered out from behind the boxes as best he could. He quickly went stiff when he saw the large group of mercenaries coming in from the large hole alongside the truck.

Rock took out the magazine from the AKM and inspected it to see how many rounds it still had. He had only one magazine and a two more for his Glock 22. With that, Rock put on a serious face and pulled back the charging handle of the AKM.

Rock stood up and put two rounds in the heads of a couple mercenaries. He did the same with the rest of the group until his magazine went dry.

He discarded the assault rifle and pulled out his Glock. He was quickly met with a surprising hail of bullets raining down from above.

Rock looked up and saw a merc that managed to make his way to the scaffold above him. The Japanese man, quickly dove behind some more crates while dodging the hail of bullets from the 50. Cal.

But as Rock started to feel safe, he looked up and his blood ran cold. The mercenary who was on the scaffold took out a DefTech 37mm Launcher… and it was pointed straight him.

But with knew found resolve, Rock gripped the handle of his Glock 22 and made his move.

Rock leaped back from behind cover as the grenade launcher's shot hit where he could've been. Time seemed to slow down as Rock aimed his pistol and put a precise round into the head of the mercenary.

As Rock fell to the ground, he saw how the dead merc's body fell and dropped the grenade launcher.

Picking himself up, Rock saw that the machine gunner was done loading the turret and aimed it at the Japanese gunman.

Rock quickly dove and rolled out of the way and grabbed the grenade launcher while landing behind some more boxes.

With a new resolve, Rock leapt out from behind the boxes and, with a well-aimed shot, fired the grenade launcher.

The shot hit it's mark, as the turret truck exploded in a massive fireball.

Rock picked himself up, Glock and 37mm still in hand, and made his way towards the exit.

Rock was quickly met with the bris, cool night breeze as he walked out of the building. But his relaxation was cut short as he noticed some more trucks pulling up on the street in front of him.

"Are you fucking kidding me… Jesus these fucks never quit" said Rock in frustration.

The trucks pulled up in front of the Japanese man. But Rock just nonchalantly readied his DefTech. Rock aimed his shots and fired, causing the trucks to explode, one by one.

After a few minutes, the entire street was a massive grave a burning and bullet-riddled chassis.

Rock breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was finally over.

"I need a drink" he said, and started making his way to the Yellow Flag.

Covered in blood, burned, and bruised. The Japanese man continued to walk through the streets, duffle bag in hand.