Chapter 10
Team Thunder had separated themselves from each other. In a quest to find and eliminate the imposter Alesia. The mission was clear and was clearly dangerous. But Hyperion Specials were made for dangerous missions. When the mission was near impossible, Specials were the team to call. Among the most elite teams in the Hyperion military division, Specials were not special by name.
Thunder 4 scouts around a room, checking left and right if there were any Tangos in sight. The mine smelled horribly, corpse and faeces had corrupted the air. God knows what was around the mine before they came. Thunder 4 shone the light around the room and discovered a room with some utilities. A sheet of cloth covered the floor that act as a bed and some bullet casings scattered around the floor.
"This is Thunder 4, I found a potential resting place for the impostor." She radioed in. "Is there any sighting on Objective?"
"Negative." Team Thunder answered.
"Be aware that Objective might be in a state of malnutrition." She said.
"Copy that." Team Thunder affirmed.
Thunder 4 searched the room to the smallest detail. She found some empty cans, dry blood and some piss puddle. It was disgusting but there was no other choice. The mine was abandoned and barely had the basic utilities. She saw a broken mirror and went to observe it. Thunder 4 saw her reflection and a faint apparition behind her. She strafed her rifle as quickly as she could and there was nothing.
Thunder 4 couldn't comprehend what she had seen. As if she was in a horror movie and currently she was the victim, a position that was not good. She strafed her rifle left and right and looked around the whole room. She took a few steps forward then heard a breath. Thunder 4's earpiece was taken away and she looked who took it. In a matter of seconds, her throat was cut clean and blood started to spurt out of it.
Thunder 4 was shoved and she fell down to the ground. She was losing blood like a tap water open fully. One hand was covering her open neck while the other reached her pistol. She aimed at the perpetrator but the pistol was kicked from her hand. Thunder 4 couldn't see who it was; she could see the shape of the attacker but the face was not visible.
Everything was starting to blur. The pain of the neck wound was starting to dissipate. Death was nearing. The attacker's body was slim and female; Thunder 4 could confirm that it was the impostor Alesia. She wanted to report to the team but her communicator was at the enemy. Alesia crushed the earpiece and then turned to the room exit. Before she left the room, Alesia glanced at Thunder 4 for one last time and closed the door.
Status Update : Thunder 4 KIA
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Thunder 2 searched a hallway. A lot of trash and faeces. The sound of water dripping from the rusted pipes that hung on the top corner of the hallways. Third world countries easily summarised by the mine. There was no trail or clues to be found, she was just scouting the mine aimlessly. To her, it was possible that Objective had already died because of disease and starvation. For someone to live, no, to survive in this mine, it would be a miracle to come out healthy.
Thunder 2 discovered something at the end of the hallway. She focused her flashlight and saw a few stones being stood up. Her heart started to beat faster.
"This is Thunder 2, I found something at a hallway." Thunder 2 informed.
"Do you need assistance?" Thunder 3 asked.
"No need for now." Thunder 2 said.
Thunder 2 made quick and precise steps. Focusing on the object at the end of the hallway, ready to pull the trigger when need be.
Once arrive, she discovered what it was. Four graves with stoned etched writing, it was not names that wrote, but quotes. Thunder 2 moved a bit closer and kneeled down to one knee. Squinted her eyes to see it more clearly, she read the words.
"Here lay innocent souls, victim to their situation and corrupted powerful people."
Thunder 2 spoke it with sympathy. She pondered for a moment, who were these innocent soul and what fate did they had to endure in this God forsaken mine. A dark figure was behind her and removed her earpiece on her left ear. Thunder 2 felt it was like a bug so she glanced at what was behind her. In an instance, a knife was stabbed to her forehead. Before a word could slip, death took her soul.
Status Update : Thunder 2 KIA
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"What the fuck is this?" Thunder 1 said to himself.
He pointed his shotgun's flashlight towards a corpse. That corpse was a Psycho but not the typical one that was abundant in Pandora.
It was more muscular than usual. The shoulders were bigger rather than leaner. The legs were also profound, meaning that the sprints were faster horrifically. The chest of the Psycho was broader than usual, meaning this Psycho must be more durable than a typical one. Overall, the Psycho in Maniac's Mine were more menacing and stronger even for a Badass Psycho
Thunder 1 saw something moving. He quickly aimed his shotgun at the moving suspect and discovered Thunder 3 with his flashlight off. He raised his hand and told his squad mate to calm down. Thunder 1 lowered his shotgun and gave a faint sigh. Friendly fire was certainly the last thing that they want to happen.
"What the fuck Thunder 3, I almost shot you for God sake." Thunder 1 sighs again.
"Sorry but I was going full silent." Thunder 3 showed his silenced pistol on one hand and a flashlight at the other.
"You found anything good?" Thunder 1 asked.
"Piss, trash and corpses. This place is a shithole and hell on earth in my opinion." Thunder 3 pointed at the Psycho. "These things are way beyond normal, just look at it and you know they are hard to kill. Objective should be dead by now, it's almost impossible to live in these types of conditions."
"This operation was organized by the second highest guy; he must have a big reason for him to use his assets."
"Shh.." Thunder 3 put his finger on his mouth.
"What?"
"You hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"A voice…" Thunder 3 turned to his back. "That way."
"Yeah." He nodded. "This is Thunder 1, we suspect Objective is near our perimeter, be advice to be ready for combat." Thunder 1 spoke to the radio. But nobody answered, it was all static. "This is Thunder 1, is there anyone to respond?"
"This mine has some thick walls; don't be surprised that no one answered. Radio is not that good here."
"Fucking hell."
"We get to Centre Point after this but for now we have to check that voice, could be survivors."
"You're right about it, cover my six and be ready for anything." Thunder 1 raised his shotgun and started to move.
Thunder 1 was in front and Thunder 3 covered his back. They walked carefully to the sound source, ready for anything to unfold. They checked the rooms that they encountered and all of them were empty and dark. Then to the last room, they found Hyperion soldiers laid on the ground. Five total.
"Hyperion soldiers!" Thunder 1 shouted.
The two soldiers quickly entered the room and checked if there was any hostile enemy. Fortunately there was none and they quickly tend to the fallen. They kneeled down to and checked any pulses at the neck. The first and second were dead. They moved on to the others and the third and fourth, it was the same situation. The two soldiers looked at the last one and moved quickly to him in hopes to have some life in the body.
Thunder 1 check the neck of the downed soldier and with the sense of the tip of his fingers, felt some pulses on the veins. He looked at his comrade with a wide smile on his face.
"We got a live one Bud, what a miracle." Thunder 1 said. "I don't know how he is still alive but we should be thankful and bring him back to the surface."
"Your right about that." Thunder 3 checked other things such as the downed soldier's eyes, chest and mouth. "Check his dog tags."
Thunder 1 went to the neck and checked the steel necklace. "Rangers. Lang, Murphy."
"So the boss sent Rangers to Maniac's Mine, one survivor and the other before was nowhere to be found. This is really a hellhole. "
"Well at least we got one of our boys alive."
"Wait." Thunder 3 said. "You heard the voice right?"
"Yeah, that's no imagination."
"Lang is the only survivor but his tongue was cut."
"What!"
The door was shut closed. The two soldiers looked at the door, were shocked to the bone. They looked at each other and didn't know what was happening. Thunder 3 stood up and checked the closed door, it was locked. Thunder 3 shot the door with his pistol and kicked the door; the door was stubborn to open up. He kicked the door multiple times but it was not opening.
"Thunder 3, take my shotgun." He threw his shotgun at Thunder 3. "You take point while I carry Lang."
"Got it." Thunder 3 caught the shogun and started to shoot the door.
Thunder 1 pulled the downed soldier and attempted to fireman's carry him. But the moment he pulled Lang, Thunder 1 realized that there was a string attached to the body. The string was pulled and in a matter of seconds, the whole room was filled with fire. Thunder 1 and Thunder 3 screamed as their bodies were eaten by red fire and have no choice but to endure it.
Thunder 3 tried to shoot the door with the remaining bullets in the gun. It created a few holes but it was not enough, the door didn't want to budge. The shotgun had run out of bullets and too hot for the hands, Thunder 3 threw it away and rammed the door with his shoulder. Thunder 1 collapsed to the ground with the weight of Lang on his shoulder. His will was still strong but his body was weaker than it because of the heat and fire.
Thunder 3 was a stubborn lad, still ramming regardless of the dire situation. He rammed the door until his shoulder went numb, he might be a soldier but he was no immortal. His skin started to melt and his lungs couldn't provide enough oxygen to the brain. His legs gave up and he leaned to the door, coughing more than breathing. There was nothing that the two Hyperion Specials could do, their death today, imminent, the end were them being ashes.
Status Update : Thunder 1 KIA
Status Update : Thunder 3 KIA
Heyo, Author here.
Sorry for the long update, a lot of things happening in my life so I lost my interest and desire to write. I just didn't want to be creative or just focus on being the writer side of me. I kept on moving away from my laptop to write, rather I just play games and waste away my time. I just feel like I'm a piece of shit overall.
I got sick and had to be quarantined for a few weeks, it really affected me mentally and physically. I couldn't write nor could I focus. After taking an approved amount of medicine for a long period of time, I am stable and happy. Just it took a long time for me to go back to my laptop and just write a way.
After taking some time to find meaning to write and discipline to edit, I finally became the old me where writing has become a fun hobby. There's a lot of chapters coming, doesn't matter BL3 coming out, I will keep it posted.
I would like to thank the followers that eagerly await this story and you will be rewarded with more chapters to come. Trust me, we got a heck of a ride ahead. Don't be shy to review, if you have anything to say, say it, I'm willing to read the feedback.
Thank you very much and have a good life.
C'ya Mates_