Chapter 3 - Section I - Base Entry.
The dropship hovered a few feet from the ground. Larry pulled out a pistol out of his belt before he jumped down, and waved up at the dropship, signaling for it to leave. It hovered there for a little while, before taking off, John looking out and waving to him. He quickly turned to look at the building, it wasn't much of a fort, only three or four levels high. He shrugged it off, thinking that it'd still be hard to get in. He began to run quickly, and silently, towards it, making sure to stray from the main pathway. He huffed, stopping halfway to the insertion point, holding up a pair of heavy duty binoculars. He saw a few guards already, he winced, wondering how he was going to take them out fast enough so they couldn't react. He began to slow his advancement, stopping a few feet from the guards, hidden in the bushes. He then got reminded of something: He had grabbed a few gas grenades from the dropship before he leapt off of it. He reached behind himself, pulling out one of those grenades out from it's holster, priming it, he threw it near the guards. He then ran away a good distance, watching as the gas rose up. He made his way back to where the guards were, seeing they were all completely knocked out, he dragged them into some nearby bushes. He then made it to the insertion point, looking around, pulling out the other silenced pistol, he began to run as fast as he could without making much noise, looking around, making sure no guards were around to see him moving. He saw one directly in front of him, he leapt up, flying upwards, he flew above him, knocking him out by hitting him in the neck with the butt of his pistol. He flipped over, landing on his feet, as he continued to run, looking back, seeing the guard pretty much was already hidden from sight. He made it to the building, slamming his back harshly against the outside of it, breathing harshly, catching his breath. After a short amount of time, he spotted a vent. He hopped up to it, having to climb up a little, before he shot out the bottom screws, bending the cover outward, slipping in, he bent it back, shutting it quickly.
Chapter 3 - Section II - On the Inside.
Automatically he heard two guards talking as he climbed deeper into the ventilation shafts. "Hey, you know who we're using all this extra security from?" One guard said, as Larry looked down upon the both of them through a vent opening. "No, someone says it's a female though, that's probably why, she can't protect herself." They both burst out laughing, before walking off together. They kept talking but slowly their voices trailed off, until they couldn't be heard any longer. He put his ear closely to the opening, deciding this was far enough to go. Hearing nothing, he pushed down on the opening gently, catching it before it landed on the floor, he put it over himself, slipping down, it caught back onto the vent, staying there as he landed as soft as he could on the floor. No sooner than that, a few guards came from the corner next to him, looking at him, expressions shocked, they began to move their weapons to aim at him. Before they could say anything he quickly pointed his pistols at them, a slight flash from the reduced muzzle fire, nothing else was heard except the few shell casings that clinked against the floor. He ran past the bodies, turning the corner as he did so, quickly turning another corner, running up a flight of stairs. "These should take me to the top floor." He thought to himself, he stopped once he reached the third floor, as a few soldiers with submachine guns were ontop. It was too late, they noticed. "Go ring the alarm!" One of the guards shouted, as another began to run off, they started firing at him. "SHIT!" He yelled as he hopped for cover. John was right, as soon as he went for cover they stopped shooting. He popped up to shoot, but was quickly interrupted by another stream of gunfire, he ducked back down. He popped another grenade out of it's holster, a normal grenade, priming it, he held it for a second before he threw it at them. "Look out, grenade!" The scattering of footsteps could be heard as the grenade exploded. He popped up his head again, seeing the smoke from the explosion, he quickly recovered himself, running once again until he made it to the top floor.
Chapter 3 - Section III - Last Resort.
He made it to the end of the final hallway, now approaching a large metal door. He breathed heavily, looking back to see the many bodies of the guards he had to kill. Shaking his head, he ejected the clips from his pistols, putting full clips in place of the empty ones. He began to mess with the unlocked door, it opened halfway, before the alarm rang off. "Shit..must've missed one." He mumbled, quickly grabbing a large packet of explosives from his pocket. He attatched it to the door, setting the timer for ten seconds. He quickly ran off, turning a corner, waiting a few seconds before the explosion went off. Luckily a guard that had caught him off guard was blown away from the blast of air, flying into a wall, falling limply to the floor, obviously unconcious. He smirked as he pointed his pistols down the hallway, blasting the guards that came through the door. He put the silenced pistols into their holsters, pulling out the two fifty calibers out of his pants. he checked again to make sure they were loaded by firing both at another guard who popped up, smiling as he flew backwards, blood spurting out of the two gaping holes in his chest. He rolled into the room, looking around, he saw no one, so he began to walk inside. He was interrupted though as a woman came out of a door, holding a submachine gun to his back. He held up his hands, looking back at her. "Jaqueline Fergus, I presume?" She pushed the muzzle of the weapon into his back, yelling, "Shut up! What do you want here?" He sighed, shaking his head. "Isn't it obvious? I went to all this trouble going through the guards to get to you. Someone wants to talk to you, hon." He said, looking at her again. She pushed the muzzle even harder now, yelling again, "SHUT UP! Don't give me your silly ass sarcasm!" He blinked, sensing an opportunity to get her, he turned around quickly, still holding up his hands. Shocked she began to pull the trigger, but nothing came out. Her eyes went wide, as she looked up at him. "Haha, you forgot the safety." She looked, seeing that it was true, she moved her hand to turn it off. He took that chance to quickly knock the weapon away from her with his pistol, holding the other up to her forehead. She froze completely, staring deep into his eyes. Her blonde hair moved with the soft current of air from a hole in a window, her deep blue eyes locked on his. He reached down into his pocket, taking out a tissue dampened with something, he put it to her mouth and nose, watching as she breathed inward, her eyes once again going wide for a second before they closed, her knees giving out on her, falling into an unconcious state. He took her up in his arms, lifting her over his shoulder, he aimed the pistol he had in a free hand to the window, shooting it out with a few well aimed bullets. It crumbled as he smiled, the drop ship hovering near it, it then quickly slipped against it, the opening matching the window, John looked at him, smiling, waving him to come on. A man with a submachine gun covered him as he ran quickly into the dropship, dropping the woman on the bench seat as he sat down next to her, breathing harshly. John smirked at him, and said, "Well now, getting out of shape are we?" He looked evily at John, shaking his head. "No, imagine having to deal with at least a dozen guards with submachine guns. And meanwhile trying to rush around, shooting like hell." John laughed at his rant, but he smiled. "Good work Larry." John said as he patted his shoulder, sitting down beside him.
The dropship hovered a few feet from the ground. Larry pulled out a pistol out of his belt before he jumped down, and waved up at the dropship, signaling for it to leave. It hovered there for a little while, before taking off, John looking out and waving to him. He quickly turned to look at the building, it wasn't much of a fort, only three or four levels high. He shrugged it off, thinking that it'd still be hard to get in. He began to run quickly, and silently, towards it, making sure to stray from the main pathway. He huffed, stopping halfway to the insertion point, holding up a pair of heavy duty binoculars. He saw a few guards already, he winced, wondering how he was going to take them out fast enough so they couldn't react. He began to slow his advancement, stopping a few feet from the guards, hidden in the bushes. He then got reminded of something: He had grabbed a few gas grenades from the dropship before he leapt off of it. He reached behind himself, pulling out one of those grenades out from it's holster, priming it, he threw it near the guards. He then ran away a good distance, watching as the gas rose up. He made his way back to where the guards were, seeing they were all completely knocked out, he dragged them into some nearby bushes. He then made it to the insertion point, looking around, pulling out the other silenced pistol, he began to run as fast as he could without making much noise, looking around, making sure no guards were around to see him moving. He saw one directly in front of him, he leapt up, flying upwards, he flew above him, knocking him out by hitting him in the neck with the butt of his pistol. He flipped over, landing on his feet, as he continued to run, looking back, seeing the guard pretty much was already hidden from sight. He made it to the building, slamming his back harshly against the outside of it, breathing harshly, catching his breath. After a short amount of time, he spotted a vent. He hopped up to it, having to climb up a little, before he shot out the bottom screws, bending the cover outward, slipping in, he bent it back, shutting it quickly.
Chapter 3 - Section II - On the Inside.
Automatically he heard two guards talking as he climbed deeper into the ventilation shafts. "Hey, you know who we're using all this extra security from?" One guard said, as Larry looked down upon the both of them through a vent opening. "No, someone says it's a female though, that's probably why, she can't protect herself." They both burst out laughing, before walking off together. They kept talking but slowly their voices trailed off, until they couldn't be heard any longer. He put his ear closely to the opening, deciding this was far enough to go. Hearing nothing, he pushed down on the opening gently, catching it before it landed on the floor, he put it over himself, slipping down, it caught back onto the vent, staying there as he landed as soft as he could on the floor. No sooner than that, a few guards came from the corner next to him, looking at him, expressions shocked, they began to move their weapons to aim at him. Before they could say anything he quickly pointed his pistols at them, a slight flash from the reduced muzzle fire, nothing else was heard except the few shell casings that clinked against the floor. He ran past the bodies, turning the corner as he did so, quickly turning another corner, running up a flight of stairs. "These should take me to the top floor." He thought to himself, he stopped once he reached the third floor, as a few soldiers with submachine guns were ontop. It was too late, they noticed. "Go ring the alarm!" One of the guards shouted, as another began to run off, they started firing at him. "SHIT!" He yelled as he hopped for cover. John was right, as soon as he went for cover they stopped shooting. He popped up to shoot, but was quickly interrupted by another stream of gunfire, he ducked back down. He popped another grenade out of it's holster, a normal grenade, priming it, he held it for a second before he threw it at them. "Look out, grenade!" The scattering of footsteps could be heard as the grenade exploded. He popped up his head again, seeing the smoke from the explosion, he quickly recovered himself, running once again until he made it to the top floor.
Chapter 3 - Section III - Last Resort.
He made it to the end of the final hallway, now approaching a large metal door. He breathed heavily, looking back to see the many bodies of the guards he had to kill. Shaking his head, he ejected the clips from his pistols, putting full clips in place of the empty ones. He began to mess with the unlocked door, it opened halfway, before the alarm rang off. "Shit..must've missed one." He mumbled, quickly grabbing a large packet of explosives from his pocket. He attatched it to the door, setting the timer for ten seconds. He quickly ran off, turning a corner, waiting a few seconds before the explosion went off. Luckily a guard that had caught him off guard was blown away from the blast of air, flying into a wall, falling limply to the floor, obviously unconcious. He smirked as he pointed his pistols down the hallway, blasting the guards that came through the door. He put the silenced pistols into their holsters, pulling out the two fifty calibers out of his pants. he checked again to make sure they were loaded by firing both at another guard who popped up, smiling as he flew backwards, blood spurting out of the two gaping holes in his chest. He rolled into the room, looking around, he saw no one, so he began to walk inside. He was interrupted though as a woman came out of a door, holding a submachine gun to his back. He held up his hands, looking back at her. "Jaqueline Fergus, I presume?" She pushed the muzzle of the weapon into his back, yelling, "Shut up! What do you want here?" He sighed, shaking his head. "Isn't it obvious? I went to all this trouble going through the guards to get to you. Someone wants to talk to you, hon." He said, looking at her again. She pushed the muzzle even harder now, yelling again, "SHUT UP! Don't give me your silly ass sarcasm!" He blinked, sensing an opportunity to get her, he turned around quickly, still holding up his hands. Shocked she began to pull the trigger, but nothing came out. Her eyes went wide, as she looked up at him. "Haha, you forgot the safety." She looked, seeing that it was true, she moved her hand to turn it off. He took that chance to quickly knock the weapon away from her with his pistol, holding the other up to her forehead. She froze completely, staring deep into his eyes. Her blonde hair moved with the soft current of air from a hole in a window, her deep blue eyes locked on his. He reached down into his pocket, taking out a tissue dampened with something, he put it to her mouth and nose, watching as she breathed inward, her eyes once again going wide for a second before they closed, her knees giving out on her, falling into an unconcious state. He took her up in his arms, lifting her over his shoulder, he aimed the pistol he had in a free hand to the window, shooting it out with a few well aimed bullets. It crumbled as he smiled, the drop ship hovering near it, it then quickly slipped against it, the opening matching the window, John looked at him, smiling, waving him to come on. A man with a submachine gun covered him as he ran quickly into the dropship, dropping the woman on the bench seat as he sat down next to her, breathing harshly. John smirked at him, and said, "Well now, getting out of shape are we?" He looked evily at John, shaking his head. "No, imagine having to deal with at least a dozen guards with submachine guns. And meanwhile trying to rush around, shooting like hell." John laughed at his rant, but he smiled. "Good work Larry." John said as he patted his shoulder, sitting down beside him.