Tiberium War
Chapter 2
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July 10th
This is the day, for me the war is just beginning; hopefully it won't be ending soon either. Our mission was to Para drop on the outskirts of a city and takes the city back. Also, we had to look for NOD religious conditioning camps which they had civilians, GDI and Allied soldiers captive so they could brainwash into becoming a regular NOD infantry man.
The plan ride was pretty smooth until we got within flaking range of the Sam sites, then it was the rollercoaster ride from hell. The plane shuttered and rocked back and forth, trying to keep my balance I grabbed the seat below me and held on trying not to fall to the ground then left helpless to the uncontrollable movements of the plane. There was a slight pause in the thrashing around, I was able to restore my balance and look at the men around me, and not one of them said a word. They all looked the same with their gold combat suits and masks; the only way to tell them apart was by reading the name tags on their arms. Our Capitan Nick "havoc" Parker stood up and signaled for the rest of us to do so as well. He ordered us to check each others gear; the side door slid open and a burst of wind rushed threw and engulfed us all. We all stood in a line Havoc was now ordering us out of the plane. I was about the fifth or sixth person back in line and I quickly approached the door. Finally the person ahead of me jumped and Havoc hit my shoulder signaling me to jump as well. I have done these jumps countless times before, once you get one foot out the door the sheer force from the wind pulls you out with it, weather your ready or not. This time was not different, it only took me a few seconds to gather myself and look around. It was the middle of the night and NOD had no idea we were here. I reached for the rope on my backpack to open the chute and pulled, expecting a violent jerk upwards; I was surprised to not feel that. I pulled the rope again, still nothing and for a split second I forgot what to do. Then it hit me, I had a backup chute I reached for the chord and pulled. I prayed it would open, after all the training I went through I would have hated to go out due to a defective chute. Thankfully it opened and I landed hard on the ground just a few seconds after that. My parachute covered me completely. I took off my backpack and met up with the rest of my squad. We were in an open field with tall grass. At the end of the field was a paved road and on the other side of that were houses, the first part of the city we need to take back, Havoc gave the signal and we all moved towards the road. We were covered by the darkness of night and went prone as we approached the road, then stopped. The houses across the street were silent; it looked like no one was home. I peered threw the grass and vaguely saw a dark figure in one of the windows. He was just standing there, not really doing anything. There was a slight flicker in the darkness, then again but this time it created a small flame, and then went out. The glow from the now lit NOD cigarette remained. I lay there letting the air come in threw my mask, into my lungs and back out. I stared at this figure just standing there, smoking his cigarette. The figure suddenly flinched and disappeared behind the bottom of the window. I knew it was deadeye that picked him off. No one else in the house had seemed to notice, but then again we could not see anyone else. I heard whispers coming from down the line and someone said my name.
"What?" I whispered back
"Were gunna move in." the voice whispered back. We slowly got to out knees, keeping an eye on the house. Flashes of light filled up the window as NOD machine gunners opened up on our position. We all hit the ground almost immediately and returned fire. We abandoned whispers and began yelling at one another. "Grenade!" Someone yelled from down the line and a small round object flew threw the air towards the house. I looked down my sights towards the flash of machine gun fire, pulled the trigger just as the grenade went off. I was blindly firing towards the open window hoping to hit something.
Some one was crouched down and heading towards me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Were gunna approach the house." He yelled at me. It was Tryson Roberts, a good friend of mine I met during training. Tryson and I got up and raced towards the house, the adrenalin rushing through my body. The house was only across the street but it seemed to take forever to get there. I felt the sweat drip off my chin inside my combat helmet. He finally got to the house and stopped in-between two windows, both of which had machine guns blazing across the street. I and Tryson just looked at each other and without saying a word we almost simultaneously reached for grenades, pulled the pins and tossed them in each of the windows, and covered our heads. Yelling erupted from inside the house "Grenade!" they screamed as the small explosive went off. Smoke poured out from the windows of the house. We each turned to the window closest to us and blindly fired into the wall of grey, dusty smoke. The rest of the squad to their feet and raced across the street to meet us. Havoc tried to open the door but it was locked. Without even thinking twice he lifted his foot and kicked the door in. He carefully walked into the smoke flooded house with his weapon ready, the rest of us followed him in. "Someone check upstairs." Havoc said just barley loud enough for us to hear. Two soldiers fell out of formation and raced up the stairs. The rest of us followed Havoc to the back door. We all gathered around it with weapons set, on full alert. There was gun from up the stairs, then the sound of bodies collapsing to the raggedy wooden floor above. Heavy foot steps came running down the stairs, we all turned to face the stairs, ready to fire at any moment. "Gold." I yelled out.
"White." One of the two strangers responded as they came around the corner. "Upstairs is clear." One of the men reported looking at Havoc. Gunner approached the burn out, coal black wooden door. And opened it, we all followed him outside. It looked like a movie, like a dream, the sight that was put before my eyes. Smoke flooding the once blue skies, fire blazing from the roofs of houses, over the whole city. Dead civilian, NOD, and Allied bodies littered the streets. Destroyed tanks, cars and peoples lives, this was the city we were risking our lives to take back.