World Domination
Ch. 11
A/N: sorry for the delay, and the poor writing in previous chapters. I have no good excuse besides laziness for this, and I will try to do better, but if I did my true potential, I fear that it would get too long and people would get tired of staring at the glowing monitor, and that I want to keep working on a project I will try and get published if at all possible. I'll try and not overcompensate for my fears.
After the 3-story plunge, the entire squad began immediately checking each other with their voices, since they had fallen into total darkness besides the cloudy moonlight above the large hole above them. Aya looked up, to see one member had managed to cling to the side of the gaping hole. He pulled himself up to the side of the hole and looked down, then shouted "If you guys can hear me, I'm gonna go get some help!"
"Take cover now Kolinsky!" Corporal Heston called back up.
The gunshot was heard, likely from one of the snipers, and Aya looked down, knowing that Kolinsky was dead.
"Sound off! Now!" Heston called out into the darkness. "Benjamin!"
"Here!" Benjamin called from somewhere to Aya's left, and Heston was in front of her a few feet away.
"What about the Radio?"
"Smashed. I landed on it, and crushed it, luckily it didn't brake my back."
"Phillips! How's your radio?" Heston waited, and got no response. "Phillips!"
"I think I found him sir!" came a female voice, slightly cracked.
"Is he okay Harding? The radio too?"
"He's dead, and the radio isn't on him. I have no idea where it is."
"Heiland!" Heston kept on with the role call, amazingly recognizing all of his team by voice only. Heiland called back, with a distinct German accent, and was obviously in pain. "What's wrong Heiland?"
"Broken leg..." Heiland trailed off with a moan of pain.
"I'll be there in a second." Heston assured when a flame appeared, adding a surprising amount of light. Logan appeared behind the flame, still wearing a slight grin. "Where'd you get that lighter?" Heston asked.
"Apparently Mr. Heiland is a smoker." He said, and knelt down to the man on the ground, and moved the light down the leg, exposing to the darkness the bleeding skin, the exposed bone, and the ankle, facing the opposite direction of the knee. Everyone came towards the light, and everyone cringed at the sight. Only eleven were present at the light, including Logan and Heiland.
Heston looked around him, taking note of who was present. "Turk! Where are you?" Heston called out, knowing the inevitable, but also knowing that Turk was the only one carrying medical supplies. Actually, Jenson was too, but he was 3 stories above them, deceased.
There was a long groan coming from the wall left of Aya.
"Who's there?" Heston still kept searching for his unaccounted for men, including Buttler, Heath, Turk, and Penn.
"Corporal?" came a weak voice.
"Penn? Is that you?" Heston snagged the lighter from Logan and walked over to the location of the voice, everyone else staying still.
Penn was holding his abdomen, and blood was pouring from under his fingers. The blood had already made it's way down his pant legs and in his crotch, making a pool of blood on the floor when it made it. The corporal tore off a portion of his shirt sleeve, and lit it with the fire, quickly dropping it onto the floor, providing a slightly bigger light.
"Don't tell me you guys aren't carrying flashlights!" Logan called through the darkness. He got no response of that. "Ah, the great united states military forces."
"Shut up asshole!" Heston shouted over his shoulder. He pushed Penn's hands away, and found a fancy knife handle, made of ivory and lined with a red leather. In one quick motion, Heston yanked it out, with no reaction from Penn, cause Penn was dead. He died a moment before.
He navigated back to the group using the lighter, and continued to stare at the bloody 9 inch blade. His stare was soon joined by two other people when he met the rest of the group. Aya and Logan stared. Logan cleared his throat, and spoke. "That's my knife."
Everyone then stared at him with anger and accusation in their eyes. That's when the lights flashed on.
Ch. 11
A/N: sorry for the delay, and the poor writing in previous chapters. I have no good excuse besides laziness for this, and I will try to do better, but if I did my true potential, I fear that it would get too long and people would get tired of staring at the glowing monitor, and that I want to keep working on a project I will try and get published if at all possible. I'll try and not overcompensate for my fears.
After the 3-story plunge, the entire squad began immediately checking each other with their voices, since they had fallen into total darkness besides the cloudy moonlight above the large hole above them. Aya looked up, to see one member had managed to cling to the side of the gaping hole. He pulled himself up to the side of the hole and looked down, then shouted "If you guys can hear me, I'm gonna go get some help!"
"Take cover now Kolinsky!" Corporal Heston called back up.
The gunshot was heard, likely from one of the snipers, and Aya looked down, knowing that Kolinsky was dead.
"Sound off! Now!" Heston called out into the darkness. "Benjamin!"
"Here!" Benjamin called from somewhere to Aya's left, and Heston was in front of her a few feet away.
"What about the Radio?"
"Smashed. I landed on it, and crushed it, luckily it didn't brake my back."
"Phillips! How's your radio?" Heston waited, and got no response. "Phillips!"
"I think I found him sir!" came a female voice, slightly cracked.
"Is he okay Harding? The radio too?"
"He's dead, and the radio isn't on him. I have no idea where it is."
"Heiland!" Heston kept on with the role call, amazingly recognizing all of his team by voice only. Heiland called back, with a distinct German accent, and was obviously in pain. "What's wrong Heiland?"
"Broken leg..." Heiland trailed off with a moan of pain.
"I'll be there in a second." Heston assured when a flame appeared, adding a surprising amount of light. Logan appeared behind the flame, still wearing a slight grin. "Where'd you get that lighter?" Heston asked.
"Apparently Mr. Heiland is a smoker." He said, and knelt down to the man on the ground, and moved the light down the leg, exposing to the darkness the bleeding skin, the exposed bone, and the ankle, facing the opposite direction of the knee. Everyone came towards the light, and everyone cringed at the sight. Only eleven were present at the light, including Logan and Heiland.
Heston looked around him, taking note of who was present. "Turk! Where are you?" Heston called out, knowing the inevitable, but also knowing that Turk was the only one carrying medical supplies. Actually, Jenson was too, but he was 3 stories above them, deceased.
There was a long groan coming from the wall left of Aya.
"Who's there?" Heston still kept searching for his unaccounted for men, including Buttler, Heath, Turk, and Penn.
"Corporal?" came a weak voice.
"Penn? Is that you?" Heston snagged the lighter from Logan and walked over to the location of the voice, everyone else staying still.
Penn was holding his abdomen, and blood was pouring from under his fingers. The blood had already made it's way down his pant legs and in his crotch, making a pool of blood on the floor when it made it. The corporal tore off a portion of his shirt sleeve, and lit it with the fire, quickly dropping it onto the floor, providing a slightly bigger light.
"Don't tell me you guys aren't carrying flashlights!" Logan called through the darkness. He got no response of that. "Ah, the great united states military forces."
"Shut up asshole!" Heston shouted over his shoulder. He pushed Penn's hands away, and found a fancy knife handle, made of ivory and lined with a red leather. In one quick motion, Heston yanked it out, with no reaction from Penn, cause Penn was dead. He died a moment before.
He navigated back to the group using the lighter, and continued to stare at the bloody 9 inch blade. His stare was soon joined by two other people when he met the rest of the group. Aya and Logan stared. Logan cleared his throat, and spoke. "That's my knife."
Everyone then stared at him with anger and accusation in their eyes. That's when the lights flashed on.