Charles looked at his squad carefully, as the chopper slowly moved to the place that was the BMRF.
On the tram, with him, were as follows: Jimmy, the Reconnaissance Unit, 'Long shot', the Sniper, 'Powder Keg' the rocket soldier, Ivan, the demolitions expert, 'Emergency', the Medic, Jack 'Burns', the flame trooper and incendiary specialist, Kieron, the spy, 'Mudd', the engineer, and lastly, 'HWGuy', himself.
Jimmy was the fastest of the pack. He held a simple MPF, and did not wear any armour, not even a standardized kevlar vest. All he wore was the standard U.S. Army cap, a basic sweatshirt, army slacks and boots .However, he replaced this lack of armour and weaponry with unmatched speed and was dedicated to the art of scouting. Essentially, he was always the soldier that went first to survey the situation.
Long shot, as he was called, was the team's most keen eyed warrior. His beady eyes constantly staring at every possible intruder, like a snake, he was covered in a woad of green and black. His mission was deadly, and he was given first priority to shoot, and take out opponents from a distance, before leaving the rest to the others.
Powder Keg was the rocket soldier, or "arty" unit, as he was also nicknamed. Donning a red beret, which he acquired from a previous attachment as a paratrooper, he went to war, be it in rain or shine, always with his bazooka. After Charles, he possessed the group's most powerful weapon. Laser guided, heat seeking, fast and furious, Powder Keg could always be trusted for his best friend.
Ivan is crazy. He was mad to the mere brink of insanity. Combine that with a whole workload of explosives, and you meet one of the most sensitive men on the team, he is easily infuriated, and ready to hit back with an answer from his grenade launcher. He could also be counted with the laying of any heavy explosive required at any specified work point.
Like Ivan's, Burns is also mad. Except that Burns suffers from pyromania, and is given the task of burning anything: drugs, bases, even people. He takes his job with glee, and bothers the rest of the team, though the rest do know the penalty of fooling with a pyromaniac, esp one whose completely shielded from the dangers of playing with fire, through a flameproof combat suit.
Kieron was a cunning spy. One moment he was there, next moment, he's behind you, with a knife at your neck. Don't make fun of his Irish name, or he'd be likely to stab you in the back. Equipped with the latest in espionage and communications technology, a red eye stands, covering the place of a real eye, and only one, human eye, stands out of a mask of hidden truth. Conniving, witty, and almost as quick as Jimmy, he lurked about the shadows, awaiting his next ploy.
There was Emergency, the combat medic. Let me emphasize the word "combat" here. Though a medic, his main task, to himself, was always attacking the enemy, then ensuring the health of his fellow members. Gung ho, and battle ready, he was a key member, and much of a diversion, since enemy soldiers are less likely to shoot a medic, than any other soldier.
Mudd was the engineer. Hacker, worker, builder, repairman, with a wrench in one hand, and a blasting torch, powered by oxyacetylene on another, he was ready for an engineering prospect, with his shades on, his engineer gloves on the go, and his cigar in his mouth.
And last, but not least, there was himself. HW Guy. In his hand was the most feared weapon in Team Fortress: the Auto Cannon. Modeled after the Gatling Gun, it fired continuo's rounds of bullets, it's firing rate relentless in it's effort until the receiver would end it's persistence in existing. He was also adept at other weapons, and, though slow, carried the most armour. He was, literally, a living tank.
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Other teams of soldiers had already moved out into the facility, and they were the 5th to do so.
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The sound of a large metal door came crashing down, as Mudd appeared, wielding a standard issue revolver, and looked around, waiting for some form of hostility to appear.
Nothing.
There was a small squeak, followed by a loud, sadistic bang, and a rodent fell, barbecued.
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So far, so good.
They had reached the interior of a section under the heading "Anomalous Materials".
Nothing seemed to have happened.
Actually, that was not necessarily a good sign.
For, practically no one was there, other than the other teams.
What was this mysterious enemy they had to combat ?
What was it ?
Why had it not show up ?
Charles 'HWGuy' Higgins sat down on a nearby chair, pondering on what the enemy could be. Absent mindedly, he played with the house of a 'dead' computer, and played with it's keys, hoping for some type of computational activity to appear.
Nothing.
And then, the ground started to shake.
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"SHIT !"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE BASTARDS !"
"I DON'T GIVE A F*** ! FRAG THEM ALLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Charles hardly knew what happened. A minute ago, he was bored with the lack
of an actual enemy.
Now, he was fighting for dear life.
His auto cannon charged.
Large numbers of bullets, by the dozens, sped out of his gun, and reached their target, which were these 'aliens'.
He fired like a madman.
Madness was everywhere.
And, with all the confusion, he fell down to the ground, unconscious, as something knocked him out.
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For a short moment, he gained consciousness, for only 5 seconds.
He was in an alien world.
There was a sky.
There were trees.
But the ground, was, different.
The animals, were different.
The 'structures' were different.
He looked round. In his hand... hid hands... his hands.....
He was unarmed.
The beings, all stared at him, their odd, foreign eyes staring at the humanity before them.
Charles stepped a few steps back, looking round, regretting he even though of thinking of a lack of hostility.
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Within moments, he saw a green flash of light, and he fainted again, his mind concentrating on the events around him.