"Okay Gordon. You have permission to take out anyone or anything which
gets in your way, but remember, you must still follow orders. Over there,
you will have little, if any, authority. That is, unless the Xonians bring
out a full scale attack. Then, and only then, will you be able to take
command. Good Luck." Gordon slipped into a black car which was purring by
the exit, a few belongings packed into a dark blue suitcase.
"Look, Sir i don't even know where i'm going. Orders from who?. Can you at least give me some more info-" His employer merely smiled.
"I have complete confidence in you." And with that, he walked off. Gordon didn't have chance to say another word before the dark car in which he was seated accelerated down the dark road.
Gordon shuffled the heavy pack from shoulder to shoulder in the rain. His trusty HEV was back in America, and he was now dressed in grey and black camouflage, his mission still unknown. From what he could figure out, which wasn't much, he guessed that he was on guard duty. Nobody around him knew his past. To them, he was just another guy caught up in God-knows-what, but, still, Gordon felt uneasy as he looked at the two, similarly clad soldiers around him. He hadn't been personally introduced to either of them. Just dumped and left with the order "Kill anything that comes too close, don't take any chances.". He shivered in the cold night rain, avoided their stare, and brushed shimmering droplets off his sleeves. He glanced down to the assault rifle in his hands, and dropped it down to his side. It'd been a quiet night so far; not one person had passed, never mind any Aliens. Then again, he haden't even been told where he was. He didn't know what to expect. He could only wait.
"You okay Freeman?" One soldier said. "Are you bored?" Gordon looked up reluctantly. He always had felt uneasy around strangers.
"Who wouldn't be?" He replied, studying his watch. 'Only ten.'
"Scary, isn't it, thinking there are those things out there. I saw the body of one. Big, green, and as ugly as Hell. I wouldn't like to meet one on a night like this. Think there are more?" He sat down on the wet grass facing Gordon. "The names Lee Phillips."
"I hope there's a few more outta there man. It's too damn quiet here. We need some action." The other soldier joined in. "George Parker." He came over too, and shook Gordon's gloved hand.
"You know who i am already. Wonder if there are any more 'things' out there? Something better turn up, it's too cold to stand around all night." Gordon crouched down on the grass. "Is it always this quiet?" Only the gentle patter of rain and the rustling trees could be heard through the still darkness. "It doesn't feel right." As that sentance left his mouth, something stirred.
"Shh... quieten down... I hear something." Parker hisses. "What the?" All of them held their breath, listening.
"Is someone out there?" Phillips almost yelled it out. Nothing. "It was nerves George. The monsters are getting to you." It's not a taunt. He sounded edgy too. Gordon squinted through the rain and the black.
"I didn't hear anything. Those creatures were probably a one-off." Gordon knew it wasn't true, but he wished he could believe it. He sounded less confident than he'd hoped. Something rustled the leaves. "Wait, did you hear that?" Gordon panics.'Probably a bird. Calm down'. He thought to himself. He shivered again. Footsteps, something big was out there for certain. Parker spun round.
"Who's there?" He shouted, and he let out a hail of bullets. A grunt of surprise came out of the gloom. A sound Gordon knew too well. He raised his rifle and took rough aim to the direction of the sound, and fired. A thump. Whatever it was, it had fallen. Phillips carefully stepped towards the body.
"Good shot. Is it the same kind as before?" He nudged the Slave with his gun, and it thrashed blindly through the air with those keen claws, and let out a pitiful whine.
"Shut that thing up will you? There's bound to be more lurking around here Lee. One alien is enough." Parker whispered
"How the Hell do i do that? Anyway, i thought you wanted action?" He lowered his gun,
"Shut up you two! Kill the damn thing if you have too, its attracting attention." Gordon nodded to his left, towards some trees. "Theres something moving over there. You guys have a radio? Use it. If there's more, i don't want to be outnumbered." He squinted through the rain. Nothing.
"I'll check it out you guys. Probably some drunks. I don't want to spend any more time next to that thing than i need to. It creeps me out." Parker ran off, and disappeared through the leaves.
"Reached anyone on that thing yet?" Gordon turned to Phillips, who was crouched down, struggling over something in the darkness.
"Yeah. There's interference, i don't know why, but, i think i got through okay. Wait... yeah. They're sending a team over to check this place out. Where's Parker gone?"
"Over there. I hope he's OK. Maybe i shouldn't have let him go." Gordon started to wander over to where Parker disappeared.
"He'd have gone over anyway. There's no stopping George. Go check 'im out, you never know. I'll be waiting by the road. I'll be fine." He suddenly shot the grounded alien through the head. He looked up at Gordon and shrugged. "Just in case."
"Look, Sir i don't even know where i'm going. Orders from who?. Can you at least give me some more info-" His employer merely smiled.
"I have complete confidence in you." And with that, he walked off. Gordon didn't have chance to say another word before the dark car in which he was seated accelerated down the dark road.
Gordon shuffled the heavy pack from shoulder to shoulder in the rain. His trusty HEV was back in America, and he was now dressed in grey and black camouflage, his mission still unknown. From what he could figure out, which wasn't much, he guessed that he was on guard duty. Nobody around him knew his past. To them, he was just another guy caught up in God-knows-what, but, still, Gordon felt uneasy as he looked at the two, similarly clad soldiers around him. He hadn't been personally introduced to either of them. Just dumped and left with the order "Kill anything that comes too close, don't take any chances.". He shivered in the cold night rain, avoided their stare, and brushed shimmering droplets off his sleeves. He glanced down to the assault rifle in his hands, and dropped it down to his side. It'd been a quiet night so far; not one person had passed, never mind any Aliens. Then again, he haden't even been told where he was. He didn't know what to expect. He could only wait.
"You okay Freeman?" One soldier said. "Are you bored?" Gordon looked up reluctantly. He always had felt uneasy around strangers.
"Who wouldn't be?" He replied, studying his watch. 'Only ten.'
"Scary, isn't it, thinking there are those things out there. I saw the body of one. Big, green, and as ugly as Hell. I wouldn't like to meet one on a night like this. Think there are more?" He sat down on the wet grass facing Gordon. "The names Lee Phillips."
"I hope there's a few more outta there man. It's too damn quiet here. We need some action." The other soldier joined in. "George Parker." He came over too, and shook Gordon's gloved hand.
"You know who i am already. Wonder if there are any more 'things' out there? Something better turn up, it's too cold to stand around all night." Gordon crouched down on the grass. "Is it always this quiet?" Only the gentle patter of rain and the rustling trees could be heard through the still darkness. "It doesn't feel right." As that sentance left his mouth, something stirred.
"Shh... quieten down... I hear something." Parker hisses. "What the?" All of them held their breath, listening.
"Is someone out there?" Phillips almost yelled it out. Nothing. "It was nerves George. The monsters are getting to you." It's not a taunt. He sounded edgy too. Gordon squinted through the rain and the black.
"I didn't hear anything. Those creatures were probably a one-off." Gordon knew it wasn't true, but he wished he could believe it. He sounded less confident than he'd hoped. Something rustled the leaves. "Wait, did you hear that?" Gordon panics.'Probably a bird. Calm down'. He thought to himself. He shivered again. Footsteps, something big was out there for certain. Parker spun round.
"Who's there?" He shouted, and he let out a hail of bullets. A grunt of surprise came out of the gloom. A sound Gordon knew too well. He raised his rifle and took rough aim to the direction of the sound, and fired. A thump. Whatever it was, it had fallen. Phillips carefully stepped towards the body.
"Good shot. Is it the same kind as before?" He nudged the Slave with his gun, and it thrashed blindly through the air with those keen claws, and let out a pitiful whine.
"Shut that thing up will you? There's bound to be more lurking around here Lee. One alien is enough." Parker whispered
"How the Hell do i do that? Anyway, i thought you wanted action?" He lowered his gun,
"Shut up you two! Kill the damn thing if you have too, its attracting attention." Gordon nodded to his left, towards some trees. "Theres something moving over there. You guys have a radio? Use it. If there's more, i don't want to be outnumbered." He squinted through the rain. Nothing.
"I'll check it out you guys. Probably some drunks. I don't want to spend any more time next to that thing than i need to. It creeps me out." Parker ran off, and disappeared through the leaves.
"Reached anyone on that thing yet?" Gordon turned to Phillips, who was crouched down, struggling over something in the darkness.
"Yeah. There's interference, i don't know why, but, i think i got through okay. Wait... yeah. They're sending a team over to check this place out. Where's Parker gone?"
"Over there. I hope he's OK. Maybe i shouldn't have let him go." Gordon started to wander over to where Parker disappeared.
"He'd have gone over anyway. There's no stopping George. Go check 'im out, you never know. I'll be waiting by the road. I'll be fine." He suddenly shot the grounded alien through the head. He looked up at Gordon and shrugged. "Just in case."