Chapter 6- Clean-up Crew

Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews. This is just in response to the concerns in some of the reviews I have received. I am aware that Shephard was a corporal at Black Mesa and that there are some, what seem like inaccuracies, but all of that will be cleared up later in the story. So, I hope you are enjoying it thus far (even though it is kind of short). Adam

The monsters were teleporting all over the city and causing panic and chaos to break out. Citizens were running through the streets and the royal soldiers were doing their best to fight the monsters off.
None of the soldiers knew what the hell was going on. They ran through the field away from the aliens, each of the unwrapping their robes and letting them fall to the ground so they could run better. Lorenz was having trouble keeping up because his leg was injured.
Adrian fell behind and helped him along. They finally stopped running to catch their breath after about a mile.
"What are we going to do, we can't go back. Not until they get the transporter fixed." said Walder.
"Shut up. We'll be fine. Let's just go back and wait by the receiver." said Hanz.
"No, those things will be there." replied Walder.
"You know what Damien, your a f-"
"Both of you shut your mouths. Your losing it. Hanz, you are the commander, keep your cool. Walder, stop talking. Your irritating everyone." said Adrian.
"Hey, your out of place Shephard. I am your commanding officer."
"And I am yours." said Hanz. "Shephard is right, we need to keep cool." They paused and waited for someone to speak.
"So what are we going to do?" asked Lorenz after a while.
"The royal soldiers seem like they could use our help." remarked Hanz.
"That's suicide." said Walder.
"Damnit Walder, we are American soldiers. We help anyone that needs it. You got that?" Gunfire interrupted their argument and a soldier stepped out of the brush. He was dressed in all black and his face was covered by a black fabric mask with small red goggles where his eyes were.
He stopped and spotted the Marines. They stared at each other for a minute and the black soldier raised his gun. Adrian saw the motion and raised his. They fired at the same time and Walder caught a bullet in his shoulder. It ripped all the way through. The SAW rounds ripped the soldier apart and blood spattered all over the plants behind him. The black soldier's bullet riddled body thumped to the ground and stopped moving.
Three more came through and opened fire. Everyone dove to the ground and fired back. A brief exchange of fire ended with the black soldiers laying on the ground riddled with bullets. Walder fell to his knees, and then sideways onto his arm. His head dropped down and a stream of blood worked its way across his cheek. One of their bullets had ripped clear through his vest.
"Special Ops." said Hanz. Adrian wasn't so sure and got to his feet. He walked over to one of their bodies and yanked the mask off. The soldiers eyes were wide open and his face was white as if he hadn't taken the mask off in years. Adrian pulled the small goggles off the mask and looked through them. The world turned red and a small crosshair was in the middle. He dropped them and walked over to another body. He pulled the mask off and stumbled back at the surprise of what he saw. It was the exact same person he'd just seen.
"What," sad Hanz seeing Adrian's surprise. Hanz pulled the mask off and it was the same as the other two. "Clones."
"They can't be. Who could have made them?" asked Lorenz closing Walder's eyes. "We don't have that kind of technology."
"Well apparently we do." said Hanz.
"We're the last three here."
"I have an idea." said Hanz.

Major Dillon Dels led the three surviving members of his team through the city and toward the palace. He didn't know what these creatures were but he knew they were deadly, especially the behemoths with flame throwers on their arms. He had watched a squad of spec. ops. get massacred by it.
Dels also didn't know what the spec. ops. were doing here. They seemed to want to kill everybody, not just the aliens.
"Sir, where are we going?" asked Jaques.
"The palace. There is a way out." he replied. Three green aliens popped out of the alley beside them. Typet opened fire with his SAW and turned the two aliens into bloody mush. The ground shook and ten black ops. troops came into view running from the huge armored alien. It activated it's flamethrower and fried three of them. A fourth one caught fire and dropped to the ground trying to put it out. The alien stepped on him with out ever knowing someone was there. Dels turned down an alley and led his team out of the aliens sight knowing that the black ops. would meet their end very soon.

Adrian kept his gun level, ready to blow anything that moved straight to hell. The city was alive with gunfire from the clones and it sounded like the aliens were winning anyway. A column of royal guards jogged down the street toward the fighting. They were armed with bows and arrows.
A squad of clones ran into the street in front of the soldiers and the first one was mowed down by arrows. The other three tried to turn but were also taken down.
"Shitr, ioejrnf ghtysd. Ftye der fresa tyei." Commander, magic men are fighting with the demons. They still want to find the king.
The sun was still bright and high in the sky although smoke from burning buildings was obscuring the sun. Adrian heard a sound in the shadows to the right. He turned and took out his flashlight. He looked at Lorenz who nodded and Adrian switched on his light. The beam revealed a man cowering in the corner. It was the king.
"King, didn't we leave you in the farm house?" he asked lowering his gun. Lorenz burst out laughing.
"Demons attacked we. I ran with guard to here and magic men attacked." he said. Lorenz fell to the ground still laughing. "Why laughing are you?" Lorenz stopped himself and caught his breath.
"Tell the truth John." he said through short gasps of breath. He started laughing again. "King." he couldn't stop laughing. "Who would've thought,"
"John?" asked Adrian confused.
"No not what he speaks of do I."
"Yes you do." said Lorenz trying to keep himself from laughing again. Adrian looked at him and bent down. He grabbed the king and shoved his pistol under his chin.
"What the hell is he talking about?" he asked. The king looked at him funny. "Talk, or I'll blow your head off." The king looked at Lorenz as he got up and brushed himself off still red in the face from lack of air.
"Let me go and I'll explain." Adrian released him and re-holstered his pistol. "My real name is John Melanos. I am the head doctor for the Lucifer Project here on the planet."
"There you go." said Lorenz. Adrian turned to him.
"How do you know this and we didn't?"
"I got him drunk and he sort of slipped."
"I can help you get back to Earth if you let me come with you." The soldiers stood for a minute and debated weather to include a straggler. Hanz finally decided it was worth it and nodded his head in agreement. "Good, we need to get to the palace."
"The palace?"
"Yes, there is a transport room under it."