The wind blew through Jacobs hair, his black cape flowing beside his black hair, his Wakazishi swords clanking against his two .357 magnums, his sawed off Shotgun slung on his back. He stared into the dark sky with his blue eyes, that dark polluted sky. He couldn't believed he had helped that freak Morpheus make this future, so many had died all because of him, now he and his friends were forced to hide in this rat-hole hiding from the forces of Umbrella. Always fighting, moving from base to base. And for what, there was almost no hope for a new world in this age. A muscular hand on his shoulder brought him out of his dream, and back to reality.
"Hey" said Barry in his deep voice, "you ready to go, we can't keep those drones waiting. "
"Yeh," Jacob replied "are we ready"
"ARE WE READY?" asked Barry, "we're all equipped with the high powered JK-87 assault rifles, with mercury tipped rounds, we have six assault helicopters, two ground units consisting of 70 men each, and three warthog jeeps each one armed with a belt powered G-467 turret gun and a 454 Bazooka, so you wanna ask me if we're ready again?"
"No thanks" Jacob said with a smile. He wasn't worried, knowing that the men all had their JK-87s. The JK-87 is a high powered assault rifle about the size of a modern day MP-5. It is made of black stainless steel, and uses a circular clip similar to the one of a Tommy gun. It can hold 140 mercury tipped rounds that can pierce through 4 inch thick armor. It has a slot on the bottom of its barrel so a combat knife can be attached for close combat use. It is probably one of the best weapons a man can have in this day and age.
WOOOOOOSH the blades of the helicopters started to spin, and Leon shouted over the noise to hurry up, and with a nod, they both went their ways, Barry going toward one of the warthogs and jumping to a gun, and Jacob to a helicopter and into one of the worn out leather seats, plopping next to his friend Gabriel their swords clanking together.
"Hey" he said through the scarf he wore around his mouth "you ready, I hear there are three tyrants in this battle."
"Yeah" replied Jacob. "I've dealt with them before, plus with these new shotguns Barry made they should be a snap" He said pointing to his shotguns
"Alright" Gabe said, his voice seeming less stressed. "I just hope you're right"
"Okay" said Radik the pilot, his long bangs coming out of the black helmet he wore on his head. "Billy says, I should drop you two down near the Tyrants, while the others clear out the drones on the front lines."
"Alright" said Gabe "what Billy Says goes"
"You are such a suck up" remarked Jacob
"GOD SHUT UP FUCKERS I'M TRYING TO FLY!" yelled Radik, causing the other two men to shrink in their seats. In a matter of minutes the chopper hovered over a large brown field covered in rusting metal and craters of bodies.
"Alright, Talons go" Radik shouted. On word, the two men jumped out the open sides of the plane, and begin to fly down to the ground at 100 mph. the wind blowing around them, causing their eyes to water. When they were about 100 ft. from the ground they ejected their parachutes, and began to slow down. Gabe eyed the field; well it was more or less an open space than a field. It was all dirt and mountains, not a sign of wildlife or forest anywhere; Mountains could be seen farther away, their shadow looming over the empty field. The ground was hard and dusty, and many cracks and craters could be seen. Suddenly, Gabe saw a large figure crashing across the plain, kicking up dust from the hard ground with every step.
"Tyrant straight ahead" he yelled
"I GOT HIM" Jacob yelled confidently unsheathing his swords, he landed on the bulging Tyrants back, impaling its shoulders with the blades. With a roar, the Tyrant let out a huge cry, and began to shake violently, desperately trying to get Jacob off but with no effect. Jacob set his boots on the hilt of the swords, stood up and drew his shotgun. Setting the barrel of his shotgun against the Tyrants head, he squeezed the trigger, and the Tyrants head exploded in a gush of carnage and gore. Its body fell to the ground with a large thump, spreading dust and dirt everywhere. Quickly withdrawing his swords, Jacob watched Gabe, cut of the legs of a Tyrant with lightning speed, and then impale its skull as it fell to the ground, pinning it down, the Tyrants gushing blood mixing with the dirt. As Gabe wiped the thick blood off his sword, he saw Jacob walking towards him, and then starting to run. Gabe turned around with a puzzled look, and saw a tyrant looming over him. It's lipless mouth exposing its yellow teeth forming an evil smile. But the Tyrants smile of death, soon turned into a look of shock if you could call it that. Gabe began to scream, his black hair turning pale white, his eyes shining crimson red, and his muscles bulging. Jacob watched in shock as Gabe ripped the arm off the Tyrant, causing it too let out a blood curling scream. Gabe them leaped on top of the tyrants shoulders and clutched its bald head with his right hand and squeezed, until the blood began to flow out of the creature's eyes and mouth, and Gabe ripped the head off entirely. He then jumped off and collapsed on the ground, his hair eyes and body returning to normal. Jacob ran to him and swept him off the ground, and began to speak into a small radio on his right shoulder.
"Radik, we have a problem down here with Gabe come pick us up, I'm sending us our coordinates now over."
"Roger, I'll be there in three minutes, can you hold off till then, over."
"Roger" Jacob replied "we'll see you then over"
Meanwhile, two miles away from Jacob's location, Barry Burton's team was having a surprisingly effective fight…
"That's it hold them off!" Barry yelled to his snipers posted on their Warthogs. Their Black W2000 rifles recoiling against their soldiers as they fired at the lifeless drones.
"That's the last of em" said a sniper,
"Alright team lets get back to base" Barry said, reaching for his radio, but just as his thumb clicked the ON button, something caught his eye from farther away. A figure, running towards them,
"WHAT IS THAT" Barry yelled to one of the snipers,
"I don't know never seen it before" replied the sniper, "Wait, there's more, coming, hundreds, OH MY GOD…INFECTORS"
Everyone man the turrets!" Barry yelled quickly, "Don't let them get to you."
Instantly all the troops manned either a turret, or loaded his JK-87 rifle.
The infectors charged at the soldiers, some falling back from the shots being fired at them from the high powered turret guns posted on the rears of the warthogs.
"USE THE LAUNCHERS" Barry yelled as the infectors got closer, he could see their wide mouths lusting for blood. Suddenly two copters flew overhead and began firing at the line of infectors, taking many of them down. One of them fired a homing missile right in the center of the line, causing an eruption of dust and smoke to rise from the ground. Seizing the opportunity Barry ordered his men to retreat, and the five warthogs sped away, back to their base.
BACK AT JACOBS LOCATION
A Chopper swooped down, and landed right next to Jacob, the propeller slowing to a halt, and Radik stepped out of the chopper as its wide doors opened.
"What happened?" asked Radik, a look of surprise on his face as he saw Gabe collapsed in Jacobs arms.
"I don't know" Jacob replied, "he just suddenly went berserk and started ripping a tyrant apart and then he collapsed."
"Alright let's get him back to base; I'm sure Jill will want to hear this." Radik said as he walked back to the chopper, starting it up and beginning to take off and Jacob followed him into the chopper.