Author's Note:
Unfortunately, I have lost my beta reader. -_-
I guess she couldn't take my horrible grammar skills any more, that and college courses keep her busy. _
So, if any one wants to volunteer to beta read for me that would be great. I can pay you in soup and blood of the innocent!
Any way enjoy this new chapter.
It did not take long for Garand to get into position. In just a few minute's he had made his way past the fence line, by way of a large hole beneath it. Cautiously, he proceeded to the back of the hanger. Lining the rear wall was a row of windows looking into a set of offices. Further observations found a nearby door left unsecured. This gave him a point of entry. After checking through an adjacent window for traps and personnel, he readied his 1911 pistol, screwing a suppressor into place. Cautiously, he pulled the door open and moved inside. Progressing into the room, he quickly scanned the area with the barrel of the pistol. After confirming it was clear, he proceeded towards the hallway. He could hear voices coming from the far end. Moving to the wall next to the door, he used a small mirror from his pocket and checked the hall. Two men passed through the hall into the hanger and a third turned towards the room Garand was in. Withdrawing the mirror, he then holstered his pistol. The footsteps were casual with no caution. It was unlikely he had been noticed. Garand took the trench knife from the back of his belt. Slowly the footsteps closed in. A single man emerged from the hall into the room, still unaware of Garand's presence.
In a fast and fluidic motion, Garand grabbed the man from behind. With one hand, he covered the man's mouth and jarred his head back. The man thrashed violently trying to free himself. Garand drove the knife through the side of the man's neck then forced it out through the front severing both arteries along with his trachea. The man continued to struggle only for a few more seconds until he finally bled out. When his struggling ceased, Garand carefully placed the body on the ground just out of sight. Then, returned his knife to its scabbard. Leaving the room, he quietly closed the door and drew his pistol. There were two doors down the hall to his right and one on the left. The furthest of these was where the three men had come from. Checking the first room, he found no one inside. As he neared the second room, he checked across the hall to a set of double doors on the other side of which was the hanger. Turning his attention back to the doorway on his right he could hear the voices of at least two people.
He burst directly into the room and found two men and a woman sitting around a table. Starting with the woman who had a clear line of sight on him he fired two regular slugs into her chest, the noise of the weapon muffled to a dull thump thanks to the suppressor. Next, he aimed the weapon at the man who had his right side presented to him. Again, he fired to shots and the man rolled out of his chair. The last of the three, who had his back to Garand, overcame the initial surprise of the attack and tried to stand and engage him. However, it was too late. In too poor a position to counter attack from, the man could not overcome the momentum of the surprise attack. Garand fired two rounds and the man collapsed forward onto the table. Cautiously he entered the room. Approaching the woman's body, he found a dog tag type device dangling from her neck. It was the same type issued by the army. Examining the man whom he had shot in the back, he found he was carrying a nine-millimetre pistol in a belt holster. Both items indicated an access to military hard ware. Garand made a mental not of this point and proceeded on.
The man he had shot in the side had begun dragging himself across the floor blood foaming from his mouth as he tried to call for help. As Garand left, he fired a single round into the man's head. Approaching the door, he changed the magazines in his pistol. Keying his mike twice, indicated to Signum and Agito he was ready and in position. As he waited patiently for Signum's response, he swapped his pistol for his Saiga-12. Garand took a moment to peer through the window in the door. On the other side, he could see at least twelve people. Once the fighting commenced he would focus on the personnel closest to him and work his way towards the aircraft on the left side of the hanger.
An explosion roared to life at the front of the hanger. Signum had chosen to be flashy and draw most of the attention. Attacking in such a manner meant more personnel would respond to the front but there was an underling reason for her flashiness. Garand's weapons were not intended to subdue an enemy. They were intended to kill. From his point of view, it was easy to see Signum was trying to limit the number of deaths by drawing as many personnel to her as possible. Since she could use magic, it made her far better at avoiding the deaths of her opponents.
The shouting quickly began as the people inside scurried to determine the cause. Using the chaos Garand flung open the door and targeted a man near the door about to sprint off to investigate the explosion. He fired a single round from his shotgun. A spray of shot plumed forward from the weapon ripping into the man's back in a dinner plated sized grouping. The sound of the shot drew the attention of those nearby. On his right were three men holding pistols on his left another with a shotgun. Beyond them, three mages near the center of the hanger had turned away from the blast reacting to the sound of the gunshot.
Garand began by firing on the man with the shotgun. He tapped the trigger twice. Since his target was near the maximum range of his weapon, he had to counter that by throwing more lead down range. His target fell to the ground. Whipping around to face the three men wielding pistols he fired three shots while moving for cover behind a forklift. One of his shots neutralized the man in the center of the group of three. Once he was behind the forklift, he fired his last round blind over the forklift. Pistol rounds ricocheted off the forklift as he quickly changed magazines opting for AMF slugs instead of shot.
The two remaining men momentarily held their fire waiting for Garand to reappear from behind his cover. Dropping onto his side, Garand returned fire, keeping most of his body protected by the forklift. His two rounds missed their mark as the men dove for cover. Garand observed and waited for them to show themselves.
One of them leaned out from behind a crate and fired his pistol at Granad's head. The round went high and missed his head by a few centimetres smashing into the Forklift. Garand took the chance to return fire before the man could correct is point of aim. Squeezing the trigger, the three-inch slug leapt from the barrel of his weapon. Smashing through his head, it tore a fist size hole in his cranium. Checking his right he saw the three mages circling around behind him. Bringing his weapon to bare on them he double tapped the trigger. Two slugs punched though the trailing mages Barrier Jacket, but did not exit. The slugs lost enough velocity from passing through the jacket to keep them from going clean trough. The result was two massive balls of lead ricocheting inside the mages jacket pulverizing his internal organs into a fine paste.
Returning his attention to the other shooter he discovered he was attempting to advance on him while firing. Garand almost felt sorry for him but he was not the type to waist an opportunity. Leaning around his cover, he fired a round into the man's chest dropping him to the floor. Garand got back on his feet and moved towards the aircraft attempting to relocate before the mages could target him.
A blast of energy streaked towards Garand before he could make it to cover. Millimetres from striking him the blast disintegrated into sparks of orange light scattering harmlessly in all directions. Garand promptly returned fire. The second mage cast a shield to protect himself and his partner. The three-inch slug however had no intention of stopping for a simple shield spell. Passing thought the shield it struck his attacker in his shoulder knocking him to the floor. The second mage realizing the danger of Garand's weapon ducked behind a large generator trailer.
The mage who had taken the blast from Garand's Saiga was gritting his teeth stumbling onto his feet, trying to make his way to cover. Garand fired two more rounds the first failed to penetrate the second was successful and passed into his left lung. Not waiting for the other mage to show himself, Garand changed locations, moving to a set of crates. Taking the chance, he loaded a fresh magazine into his weapon and placed the empty one into his drop pouch.
The hairs on his neck suddenly stood on end. Garand looked up and saw the mage from earlier hovering above him, two spheres of yellow light suspended beside him. Garand dove out of the way. Bolts of lightning cracked the air and struck the place he had been moments before. The supper heated bolts of lightning caused the concrete to explode from the sudden and extreme change in temperature. Lying on his back Garand retaliated by firing three rounds at the mage.
The mage however was prepared and had erected a dual layer shield. The shield stopped the first two rounds but weakened enough for the third to make it through. The last slug struck the mage in the right side of the chest destroying part of his Barrier Jacket but not penetrating. The mage reeled back from the force of the impact, clutching the spot where the round had struck him. Garand pulled a grenade from his plate carrier and pulled the pin. Releasing the spoon he waited two seconds then hurled it towards the mage. The mage immediately deployed a shield. As the grenade exploded with a bang and a small puff of grey smoke Garand lunged under the mage and aimed his weapon up at his feet. He tapped the trigger four times. The first shot destroyed the mages left foot the second missed the third smashed his right shoulder and the last broke through his Barrier Jacket at the groin. The mage went limp and doubled over, crashing to the ground. Garand checked his surroundings. There appeared to be no further hostels in his vicinity. He could hear Signum still fighting at the front of the hanger. Not wanting to waste time, he decided to proceed into the large transport aircraft while Signum occupied the remaining hostels.
