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I mention that I don't own.
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The door to my small cell opened, and the Nod base commander walked in. Vega was printed on his nametag. I figured he was the son of the general Vega, who committed suicide in the last major Nod/GDI conflict.
It had been ten years since then, and up until now the fighting has fell back to its regular small skirmishes, and taking a few square miles of land. My village, within a couple miles of the Nod base, was one of the few that didn't have much tiberium within several miles of it, so we didn't really have to wear those damned suites every time we went outside.
Vega seemed to be sizing me up. All he really saw was a boy, sixteen years of age, with short brown hair and gray eyes. He apparently wasn't too impressed with what I was wearing, a black jean jacket over a Harley- Davidson T-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He definitely paused when he noticed the dull gleam of metal from my cybernetic arm, a souvenir from ten years ago.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
"Michael C. Hardy." I said.
"Now then," Vega began. "Let's talk about what you've said."
I thought about what he probably meant. I had really stupidly said that I could destroy this Nod base single-handedly. I figured a Nod sympathizer had overheard me, and had reported it, and here I was.
"What?" I said, deciding to play dumb.
"Something about this base?" Vega prompted me like I was a little child.
I just stood there with a blank expression, and scratched my head. Vega roared, and hit me with a strong backhand. He stormed out, and slammed the solid steel door. I shook my head, and rolled up my jacket's right sleeve to my elbow.
"Barrel." I muttered. A large panel opened in the back of my arm. The barrel of a miniature plasma-gun rose out of the panel and the barrel extended in length so the muzzle went past my knuckles. "Rifle, auto." I muttered again. This made the blasts of plasma have the same power as an infantry assault rifle and so it fired fully automatic.
I put a burst into the locking mechanism and pushed the door open. A guard at the end of the hall ran to see what happened. I put a short burst into him at long range and bolted for the door. As I got outside, GDI bombs began to fall.
A soldier rushed past me, I killed him. When he fell, he dropped a vehicle key labeled Assault Buggy #369. I grabbed the key and ran.
I found the buggy, and turned the engine over. I fired at a soldier approaching me, gunned the engine, and raced off. Noone paid attention to the buggy that raced through the gates toward the front lies.
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Well? What do you think? Tell me please, good, bad, okay, etc. I accept reviews as well as flames.
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The door to my small cell opened, and the Nod base commander walked in. Vega was printed on his nametag. I figured he was the son of the general Vega, who committed suicide in the last major Nod/GDI conflict.
It had been ten years since then, and up until now the fighting has fell back to its regular small skirmishes, and taking a few square miles of land. My village, within a couple miles of the Nod base, was one of the few that didn't have much tiberium within several miles of it, so we didn't really have to wear those damned suites every time we went outside.
Vega seemed to be sizing me up. All he really saw was a boy, sixteen years of age, with short brown hair and gray eyes. He apparently wasn't too impressed with what I was wearing, a black jean jacket over a Harley- Davidson T-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He definitely paused when he noticed the dull gleam of metal from my cybernetic arm, a souvenir from ten years ago.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
"Michael C. Hardy." I said.
"Now then," Vega began. "Let's talk about what you've said."
I thought about what he probably meant. I had really stupidly said that I could destroy this Nod base single-handedly. I figured a Nod sympathizer had overheard me, and had reported it, and here I was.
"What?" I said, deciding to play dumb.
"Something about this base?" Vega prompted me like I was a little child.
I just stood there with a blank expression, and scratched my head. Vega roared, and hit me with a strong backhand. He stormed out, and slammed the solid steel door. I shook my head, and rolled up my jacket's right sleeve to my elbow.
"Barrel." I muttered. A large panel opened in the back of my arm. The barrel of a miniature plasma-gun rose out of the panel and the barrel extended in length so the muzzle went past my knuckles. "Rifle, auto." I muttered again. This made the blasts of plasma have the same power as an infantry assault rifle and so it fired fully automatic.
I put a burst into the locking mechanism and pushed the door open. A guard at the end of the hall ran to see what happened. I put a short burst into him at long range and bolted for the door. As I got outside, GDI bombs began to fall.
A soldier rushed past me, I killed him. When he fell, he dropped a vehicle key labeled Assault Buggy #369. I grabbed the key and ran.
I found the buggy, and turned the engine over. I fired at a soldier approaching me, gunned the engine, and raced off. Noone paid attention to the buggy that raced through the gates toward the front lies.
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Well? What do you think? Tell me please, good, bad, okay, etc. I accept reviews as well as flames.