Hannah nervously pressed a button on her machine rifle. The empty cartridge dropped to the floor with a familiar metallic sound. A full magazine instantly replaced its position. Hannah impatiently pulled the reload nozzle to an embankment spot marked "full". A reassuring click pleased Hannah, as she relaxed slightly. She glanced at her watch.
Let's hope the others are ready, she thought. Timing was essential in this delicate operation.
6 seconds left, she thought. Her gloved hands started shivering. For once, she felt the danger and risk that was involved in this hair-brained mission. From the corner of her eyes, men in red uniforms charged forward. She snapped out of her thoughts.
Hannah panicked. It was her turn to go! Each and everyone had an important task to fulfill. If she missed hers, the objective would not be complete!
In attempt to make up for her mistake, Hannah left the safety of her concealed hiding spot and charged alongside with her men. The fences have already been blown up with relatively small charges. Hannah lifted the barbwire above and crawled under.
Heavy fire from the defense turrets towers ensured that Hannah and her squad had to keep their heads down. The sky was overclouded, and the low visibility was not helping them. The distinct sounds of the Para-1470 bullet shells worried Hannah. A single shot from the weapon could mean another of her squad members down.
"Proceed cautiously!" Hannah screamed into her inter. Her men crept closer to the building. Fear plagued her.
I'm not supposed to be frightened, she thought. I am the squad captain. If I panic, my men will start to panic too. A bead of perspiration trickled down her cheek. She shook her head.
She knew it. Even before she had entered the building, she knew it already. Her squad didn't stand a ghost of a chance to even return fire before they get exterminated. Permanently exterminated. It would be using machine guns against tanks!
Other squad leaders have always talked about this hero. A mysterious but highly skilled fighter, who always turn up at the nick of time to rescue the squads from danger. What crap, she thought.
And I need it now, Hannah thought. After all, it would only be a couple of minutes more before she gets wiped out too. How nice, she thought. If she ever survived this mess, the first thing she would do is to find out who that mysterious person was.
"Hannah! Over here!" a soldier shouted, waving his machine rifle wildly. Hannah looked in his direction. What she saw shocked her.
"Hannah! Get help over now!" the soldier screamed in despair, before being crushed brutally by a siege tank. His rifle dropped onto the floor. The siege tank continued in its course. Speak of the devil.
"Hannah! Get over here!" Sergeant Wilson yelled. He pulled the pin off a grenade and flunk in straight at the tank. He started running in the opposite direction.
No, she screamed. Confusion was in abundance. Definitely not good.
"Hannah!"
She ignored it. Having made her mind, she focused solely on her objective.