Tiberium War
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Nothing of C&C is mine.
I stared in awe of the sight before my eyes I could not believe it. We had to risk our lives to take this city back from NOD, there's nothing left to take back, everything was in a heap of ruins.
Tryson walked up beside me, he had his combat helmet off, revealing his face. He had shaggy, black hair that went just past his ears. He had silver eyes and always looked like he had not shaved in a couple of days. He was about 510" (Just an inch shorter than me.) He was well built and always carried out an order with out question.
"Nice day for a walk." He said staring out into the ruins. I gave a slight smile as I reached up to take off my mask.
"Yeah." I simply replied, I really did not know what to say.
"Hey, uh guys?" A voice came from behind us. It was Phazer, or at least that's what we called him. To tell you the truth I really never knew his real name. All of us had Nicknames, Mine was "Storm", Tryson's was "Cage." Then there was the "Teddy", "Slick", "Doc" (our medic) and the rest of the Dead 6 (Havoc, Gunner, Patch, Dead eye, and Hotwire).
"What?" Havoc called out.
"It's General Lock, he just contacted me, he said that there are religious conditioning camps North of our position and he wants us to…" Phazer was interrupted by Havoc.
"Get the prisoners out of there." Havoc finished his sentence.
"Ye…Yeah." Replied Phazer. "Also, he said that there is allied and GDI Para-troops on their way here. They will be here in about a half an hour." Havoc nodded.
"Well we better get a move on." Said Patch as he started towards the city. Tryson and I put our helmets back on and followed the rest of the squad.
We had been walking for about 20 minuets and there was nothing, it seemed as though NOD was not here at all. Along the way we had found several fallen GDI and Allied troops, we collected as many Dog tags as we could find to send them back home to their families.
"Who wants to take a break?" asked Patch from the back of the line, there was no response from anyone. Patch looked down at his rifle to check his ammo, acting as if he had never asked the question. There was the sound of light arm fire and we all slipped into a nearby building. I crouched down and crawled towards a window. We were right at an intersection, I was in the house on the corner of that intersection. I peered out the window facing the street we were just on. I saw a fallen GDI solider on the ground acroos the street, I couldn't tell who it was but I could see him move a little, meaning he was stil alive. Hotwire crouched down beside me.
"A NOD machine gun nest in that building across the street from us and some light infantry." She whispered to me.
"What's the plan?" I asked looking up at her. We were in the house on the right side of the street and directly across the street from us was where the fire had come from.
"I need you to go up stairs and put down a base of fire on the machine gunners window, I'll take care of the rest." I nodded and raced up the stairs behind me. I got to the top of the staircase and rooms, there where rooms everywhere and a staircase right in the middle where I had come up. I turned, ran around the stairs and into the room facing the machine gunner. I crouched down and peered out a broken window and saw the window and just the tip of the machine gun. I slowly brought my automatic rifle up and aimed down the sights. I briefly glanced over at our fallen GDI solider, I could not tell if he was still alive, and even if he was there is not much we can do for him out here. I went back to the machine gun, and squeezed the trigger. Sparks flew out of the tip of my gun as bullets raced through the air and reached my target. I kept the trigger pulled until my clip ran out, I pulled the dry one out and quickly replace it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hotwire race across the street to the left side, as she did two other GDI men ran out of the house towards the intersection. I brought my gun back up and continued pressure on the machine gun. One of the two other men threw a grenade at the window; it landed on the inside of the house. The vibrations from my rifle made my arm start to go numb, my vision was getting blurry but I kept firing. The grenade went off throwing shrapnel and debris from the window. Smoke swirled out of the window and headed to the already, musty, coal polluted sky. I stopped firing and looked at the injured GDI man, Doc was already at his side, pulling him into the house, trying to make it a little safer for him. The rest of the squad approached the enemy house and entered, I got up from the window and head back down stairs. Once I got out side I head over to the house where Doc was, he was just inside the door trying to help our fallen comrade. With out even looking up at me he told me to put pressure on his right shoulder. I knelt down, took a cloth from Doc's aid kit and applied direct pressure. Doc reached in one of the pouches on his belt and pulled out a Morphine pin, he popped the cap and stuck it in his bare hand. Due to the entire amour from our suits, the hand is the only place you can put any morphine pins. I looked over on his shoulder and saw from the name tag that it was Slick who had been hit.
"Is it bad?" I asked not trying to interrupt him. Doc didn't answer; he never had a chance to. Slick began convoluting uncontrollably on the wooden floor, Doc leaned back and told me not to touch him, that he was having a seizure. Across the street there was more gunfire, I looked up at the wall in front of me then back down.
"I hope that's not another one of our guy's." Doc said under his breath. Slicks seizure had not slow down and he started coughing up blood, Doc reached down and tried to roll him on his side. The sounds we grotesque, blood seeped out of his mouth onto the floor. His eyes began rolling in the back of his head. The convoluting had slow as well as the coughing; he slowly rolled onto his back again and lay there motionless. His eyes stared straight up, as if he was looking past the ceiling, into some far off world. Doc checked his pulse.
"Damn it!" Doc yelled out, he got to his feet and started to pace angrily. I put my hand down to check his pulse for my self – nothing – I slid my hand down, grabbed his Dog tag and pulled it off. I shoved it in my pocket with all the other ones I had been carrying. I took another look at Slick, then slowly shut his eyes and took a deep breath. I removed my mask, mostly out of respect.
Teddy came in through the door.
"Were all clear hear…" His words trailed off as he saw the sight of Slick on the floor. The blood socked cloth, slick's hair matted to his face with sweat and blood. The brown muck on his face, and the lifeless look of what war leaves behind.