Duel on Zen
Chapter II
Zen was a small desert planet. William didn't see why the Confederacy was so interested in capturing it instead of annihilating it. The planet was far too small to be of any use.
William stuck a cigarette into his mouth when the ship landed.
"Good luck," the pilot said.
William stepped into the desert sun with his rifle slung over his shoulder. The capital was about three hundreds in front of him. Colonel Zeng-the lead officer in the attack-walked up to him as the dropship lifted off to return to the closest Confederate base on the planet. William saluted, and of course, Zeng returned the salute.
"Is Kerrigan still in there?" William asked.
Zeng nodded. "Yes, but we're havin' a helluva time tryin' to find her. She's stationed men all inside the city."
"Any of our troops in there?"
"Yeah, I sent in fifty earlier, and am going to send in twenty more along with you. All marines."
"Okay then. I will enjoy taking out Kerrigan."
Zeng smiled. "Glad to hear it. The squad is over there."
***
The tallest building in the capital city of Zen was only seven stories high. It sat in the center of the city, and this is where Sarah Kerrigan waited. She could observe the city, and the area outside of the city, in the red-bricked building. Amazingly, despite all the fighting, the city was still intact.
She watched the Confederate movement carefully, and she noticed the twenty coming in. The Confederacy had learned to not to try to drop troops on this city earlier. She carefully watched the movement of the armored marines, but was more interested when she saw the one without any armor. She recognized him immediately from the news.
"William Hale," she said quietly.
The new group entered the city and she readied her rifle.
***
"Where are all the civilians?" William asked the squad leader.
"They were evacuated," the marine replied.
"Good. I'm going to station myself at that building over there."
"Yes, sir."
William ran down the street by himself and stopped at the corner of one of the buildings. The problem with urban warfare was that there could always be someone behind the corner. The place he was trying to reach was right across the street. William unslung his rifle and peered around the building with the scope. An enemy sniper was positioned in another building. The idiot was looking the wrong way. William aimed and shot the man's head off. He then quickly ran across the street and entered the building he was trying to reach. It was four stories high, and he could tell there had been fighting. The glass was destroyed and bullet holes lined the walls. He ran up the stairs onto the top floor and noticed a dead Confederate sniper.
"What a shame," William said as he pushed the man away from the window. He observed his surroundings and noticed a taller building in the center of things. He positioned the dead sniper at the window to make it look like he was there(in case someone had saw him go in, they would shoot the sniper, thus thinking he had been killed) and removed the pack. William pulled a portable radio from the pack and spoke into it, "This is Hale. I've positioned myself into one of the four story buildings and am observing the tall one. If I can reach it I'll be in the ideal position."
Talking in code wasn't necessary. Trying to intercept Confederate communication was nearly impossible.
"Report to me again when you've taken it," Zeng replied.
"Yes, sir."
He shut off the radio and set it beside him. William next moved the dead body once again and placed himself there. He could see movement inside the tall building and wasn't surprised. It was to be expected. Fortunately, none of them even noticed he was there. Excellent, he thought.
Even with the top floor of that building darkened, he saw it light as day with his scope. He aimed and shot one of them in the back of the head. William could see the blood. Under a second Kerrigan herself was at the window facing him; aiming.
He could have killed her right there, but like Colonel Mel had said: Ghost reflexes were greater. The moment he pulled the trigger she would have too, thus killing them both. William Hale had no intention of dying. He moved out of view, and heard the gunshot. It richoted on the opposite wall.
Sitting with his rifle in his lap and his back against the wall, William pulled out another cigarette. It was going to be a long day.
Chapter II
Zen was a small desert planet. William didn't see why the Confederacy was so interested in capturing it instead of annihilating it. The planet was far too small to be of any use.
William stuck a cigarette into his mouth when the ship landed.
"Good luck," the pilot said.
William stepped into the desert sun with his rifle slung over his shoulder. The capital was about three hundreds in front of him. Colonel Zeng-the lead officer in the attack-walked up to him as the dropship lifted off to return to the closest Confederate base on the planet. William saluted, and of course, Zeng returned the salute.
"Is Kerrigan still in there?" William asked.
Zeng nodded. "Yes, but we're havin' a helluva time tryin' to find her. She's stationed men all inside the city."
"Any of our troops in there?"
"Yeah, I sent in fifty earlier, and am going to send in twenty more along with you. All marines."
"Okay then. I will enjoy taking out Kerrigan."
Zeng smiled. "Glad to hear it. The squad is over there."
***
The tallest building in the capital city of Zen was only seven stories high. It sat in the center of the city, and this is where Sarah Kerrigan waited. She could observe the city, and the area outside of the city, in the red-bricked building. Amazingly, despite all the fighting, the city was still intact.
She watched the Confederate movement carefully, and she noticed the twenty coming in. The Confederacy had learned to not to try to drop troops on this city earlier. She carefully watched the movement of the armored marines, but was more interested when she saw the one without any armor. She recognized him immediately from the news.
"William Hale," she said quietly.
The new group entered the city and she readied her rifle.
***
"Where are all the civilians?" William asked the squad leader.
"They were evacuated," the marine replied.
"Good. I'm going to station myself at that building over there."
"Yes, sir."
William ran down the street by himself and stopped at the corner of one of the buildings. The problem with urban warfare was that there could always be someone behind the corner. The place he was trying to reach was right across the street. William unslung his rifle and peered around the building with the scope. An enemy sniper was positioned in another building. The idiot was looking the wrong way. William aimed and shot the man's head off. He then quickly ran across the street and entered the building he was trying to reach. It was four stories high, and he could tell there had been fighting. The glass was destroyed and bullet holes lined the walls. He ran up the stairs onto the top floor and noticed a dead Confederate sniper.
"What a shame," William said as he pushed the man away from the window. He observed his surroundings and noticed a taller building in the center of things. He positioned the dead sniper at the window to make it look like he was there(in case someone had saw him go in, they would shoot the sniper, thus thinking he had been killed) and removed the pack. William pulled a portable radio from the pack and spoke into it, "This is Hale. I've positioned myself into one of the four story buildings and am observing the tall one. If I can reach it I'll be in the ideal position."
Talking in code wasn't necessary. Trying to intercept Confederate communication was nearly impossible.
"Report to me again when you've taken it," Zeng replied.
"Yes, sir."
He shut off the radio and set it beside him. William next moved the dead body once again and placed himself there. He could see movement inside the tall building and wasn't surprised. It was to be expected. Fortunately, none of them even noticed he was there. Excellent, he thought.
Even with the top floor of that building darkened, he saw it light as day with his scope. He aimed and shot one of them in the back of the head. William could see the blood. Under a second Kerrigan herself was at the window facing him; aiming.
He could have killed her right there, but like Colonel Mel had said: Ghost reflexes were greater. The moment he pulled the trigger she would have too, thus killing them both. William Hale had no intention of dying. He moved out of view, and heard the gunshot. It richoted on the opposite wall.
Sitting with his rifle in his lap and his back against the wall, William pulled out another cigarette. It was going to be a long day.
