Chapter 3: Machine? Treason?
(9 months ago from last chapter)
A tired Gary sat on his cot, soon lying on his back. He immediately started combat training after he enlisted, leaving his family and friends behind. He had promised them that he would return, but after watching movies like 'Saving Private Ryan' or 'Black hawk down', he's not really sure of himself. But, at least he's risking his life to save his country...the world...millions of innocent lives...and that makes a big difference. That is what worth fight for, right?
But if that's the case, why is he spending 18 months in combat training, running his butts off? Shouldn't he be out there, in a battle? Sure, he'll need to build up strength, especially since he was a comic book geek, but C'mon! 18 months of push-ups 100 times for every little mistake you do? 18 months of running more miles everyday, when you were running 1 mile on the first day and 8 miles a week after that? 18 months of being pushed around everyday, being teased because he was a geeky comic book fan in civilian lifeāis that all worth it?
Of course, Sergeant White has warned him and his fellow enlistees. But that didn't back him down. Well, White's warnings didn't back him down. And, by the time he reached only half of his time, Gary would've wanted to give up, but only that he couldn't, or else he'll have to stay and be forced to clean the kitchens. To face humiliation. As if holding the named of a comic geek isn't enough.
His whole body aches like hell. His legs felt weak, tired. He cannot move again. But he closed his eyes, and tried to relax.
"Hey man," one of his comrades shouted out when he entered his tent, "your next issue is here." The guy tossed Gary a book, or rather comic book, covered in plastic wrap. It was his next issue of the 'Amazing Spider-man', which the comics come in weekly. Like, it comes in a chapter per week, or more.
Gary smiled, tearing the wrap, observing his next issue. He's surprised that the Americans still make these comics, even in situations like these. He guess that Spider-man gives hope to the people, that with great power comes greater responsibility.
"Hey Gary," the man, who Gary recognizes as Scott Colfer sat next to him, spoke, "can I read your comics? There's nothing left to do anyway." Gary nodded, and opened up his bag where he placed his other comics in.
Spider-man taught him something, and that is never to give up. Gary is going to play his part in the responsibility of fighting in this war, and that he'll never give up. Ever. No matter in hard times, Spidey never stopped, never let a bad guy go off. Gary smiled, and stood up. That confused Scott.
"Where you're goin'?" Scott asked.
Gary didn't answer. He walked out of the tent, just realizing that next morning he'll be better than ever.
(9 months to now)
Gary lifted his rifle, and aboard the army truck. He finally went through his training, and felt ready for anything. Spider-man have given him hope, and he'll forever acknowledge that.
He had a first mission. "To accompany S.W.O.R.D. in Russia." Russia was in some kind trouble, the other countries had trouble communicating. So, they sent some troops to check it out. S.W.O.R.D. had a greatest suspicion that it could be a trap, so they sent some back-up for any help.
Gary gulped. His first mission. Probably soon his first battle too. And he hopes that it wouldn't be soon, since he knows that people will die in battle. Maybe himself. He tries not to think about that.
The British troops rode in army trucks, and jeeps. They should catch up with S.W.O.R.D. by now. They were ahead, probably in Moscow by now, where that's their destinated location. They're traveling through Poland right now.
Scott sat next to him. The guy was like, 10 years older than Gary, but they both looked at each other like brothers, watched each other's backs. Scott had explained that he grew up in farmland, somewhere in northern Britain, before he entered college in London. Until then, he decided to enlist the army, since he was failing his grades.
They stayed with each other most of the time, and Gary could sense that he'll double team with him in battle. But hopefully that will never come...
As predicted, these S.W.O.R.D. troops made it before the British army did.
Marc laid down in his made up tent, resting and half asleep.
"Hey, man," Morgan entered his tent, "sleepin' already?"
"Aren't you tired?" Marc's eyes were still closed, but he smiled.
"Yeah, but remember, Serge' told us to stay alarmed. W2 could be here any minute."
Marc was tired. He didn't speak after that, but, sensing his friend's worried tone, he sat up, looking at Morgan. "Okay," he spoke, "come on, I'm hungry. Are they serving something yet?"
Morgan smiled. "Yeah, spaghetti," he replied.
"Mmm...my favorite...hope its American's."
"Nope. Pure Italian."
Marc groaned.
"Sergeant Burglow, sir!" a Russian soldier saluted in front of Burglow. He stood tall, and proud like an American soldier, but his accent was pure Russian. "Doctor Mikal Hammlick is on the other line."
The Sergeant's eyes brightened. He was in a war room, along with the other Russians. "Is he now? Let's hear from the good doctor." He followed the Russian soldier into the radar room, who gave him a dark green colored phone.
"Burglow, here."
"Sir, I believe the machine is almost done." A voice with a Russian spoke on the other side.
"Good news, Doctor!"
"Unfortunately sir, we found a traitor."
Burglow's spirits flew. "What was that?" he barked.
"One of my assistants admitted, he spied and gave information about the machine. He also said he gave them a blueprint. I don't think that the machine is safe here."
Burglow cursed. "How the Hell did that happen? Alright, Doctor, I'm sending my men over there!" He hung up before the Doctorprotested.
"Alright troops!" a Russian general barked out through a megaphone towards the sleeping tents. "Pack up! We're leavin'!"
Marc woke up, rubbing his eyes, looking to his alarm clock. 3:30 in the morning. "Mmph." He groaned, "way too early..."
He sat up from his sleeping bag, feeling drowsy. He looked up and saw Morgan already putting on his shoes on.
"What's the hold up?" Marc asked.
"Didn't you hear earlier?" Morgan said, "the Russian scientists needed help. They say it's some kind of machine or something, and the Wooies are comin'."
Wooies. That's a little nickname the soldiers give to the W2 faction. Funny word? Well, it is the only way to mock them.
Marc just suddenly woke up from his tiredness. "Wooies in battle? Count me in!"
Morgan tossed Marc his uniform. "Hurry up. We're leaving in 10 minutes."
Um, I'm going to have to at least post once a week, since I don't have internet access anymore...anyway, sorry about not having Otto in this chapter, but you will see soon! The fun part will come!
