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PROLOGUE 2– Delta Team Two-niner
The Blackhawk helicopter stormed over the fields towards the large building that loomed on the horizon. There were four passengers.Two were armed with M16 rifles; one of which supported an M203 grenade launcher;one other had a SAW high calibre machine gun and the other had a PSG1 Semi-automatic sniper rifle. The all had .50 Desert Eagle handguns and had strapped to their belts and chest extra ammo magazines, Flash-bangs, Frag grenades and a combat knife. This was Commando team Delta two-niner. And they were the best of the best.
"OK, team. Heres the situation." The headsets worn by each team member crackled to life. "This school has been seized by terrorists and are assumed to have hostages. We have had absolutely no contact with them, all attempts at negotiation has failed. They are considered armed and extremely dangerous." One of the passengers clicked his microphone, "Hey Sarge, then how do we know this is a terrorist act. Could be just some guy with a gun." The sergeant responded, "Three police units and one SWAT team have entered. None returned. Over the radio we heard screaming and shouting before everything went dead." The four men looked at each other. "Looks like we're entering a really hellhole then," the one with the M203 said. The pilot's voice chirped in over the radio, "We're closing in on the town, ETA 2 minutes." The Sergeant started again, "You'll be inserted in a field approximately one and a half clicks (km) from the school building. From there you will travel on foot to the school and use an entrance to the lunch hall on the west side. Work your way through the building and secure any survivors, however your main objective is the execution of the offender". The pilot came back on, "ETA 30 seconds, arm up and get ready to hit the ground." The one with the M203 silently slid a grenade into the chamber. "What's that for?" asked the one with the SAW. "You know me, Psy, I like to be prepared." Thirty seconds later the Blackhawk hit the ground and the four passengers jumped out.
The leader went by the call sign 'Cap', short for captain. He wasn't a very well built man, but fast with his rifle (Which was the one with the M203 grenade launcher) and dedicated to getting all his team out alive. The Combat Engineer, call sign 'Sparky' was quite a small man, and the newest member of the team, but who needs strength when you disarm dummy Nuclear Warheads in your spare time? The heavy weapons member was, well, big. At 6'1" and of massive build, he was big in every way. His call sign, 'Psycho' came from the fact that he was in love with his M249 SAW. The final member was the sharpshooter and was of medium build. His call sign was 'Golden eye' due to the fact that his eyes were an unusual shade of yellow, but man, could this guy shoot. He passed through Sniper school with flying colours and brought his favourite PSG1, even thought thiswas classified as a 'Close Combat Mission'. All the team members looked towards the building in the distance. "Lets get those kids out alive team!" Cap stated. The hike had begun.
It only took thirty minutes for the Commando team to cross the two fields and small, evacuated housing estate between them and the school and make it to the metal fence on the west side of the site. It was about 3:00pm; usually when the students would be running out, glad for the school day to be over. There were none. The team passed through the gate in the middle of the fence and entered the door into the lunch hall. "Sparky, over to that table!" The small man ran over to a table and covered the others with his M16 as they moved across the hall. Nothing. Slowly but surely, they moved throughout this wing of the building, checking each room. They moved out of the lunch wing and reached a large open area know to the kids as the rec room (Short for Recreational). In the centre of the room was a flight of stairs that led up to a crossroads that separated into the Science Department, Technology Department, and the library corridor, which was located in the middle of the building, and one of many ways to the east wing. It was in science that they found the first classroom…and they wish they hadn't. Psycho was the first inside and immediately froze. "Oh, shit!" The rest of the team entered and also froze. There were students here, they looked like third years, but they didn't take any notice of the four strange men dressed in army fatigues that just entered the room. That is because they were all dead. All of them. They all had some sort of stabbing wound in the back. Cap swept around the room checking for any survivors. None. Golden eye turned to the others; "Lets get the hell out of here, never return and forget it ever happened." "You have no idea how good that sounds" Sparky moaned as the four sickened men left the room of death.
The corridor to the technology wing was a modern, bridge-like structure leading over the central courtyard area with glassed sides and a wooden roof with the joists showing. But it wasn't this spectacular structure that had transfixed the commando team. It was the trail of blood that stared near the middle of it and went down the library corridor. They followed it up to the library door, which held a new surprise. The door was supposed to be a solid metal sliding automatic door, but instead it lay bent and with a hole near the right hand side. But Golden eye noticed some extra detail. "Look Cap, bullet casings!" The team looked at the two cylindrical pieces of metal that meant so much. Psycho looked at them. "Hmmmm…9 millimetre, probably from an M9 handgun, and I'm guessing whoever fired them is also the owned of this blood trail, which I might add, goes under the door meaning that it was kicked down after him." The rest of the team nodded and followed the trail into the library, where it ended in a small pool of blood.
"That's strange." Cap looked confused, "It just stops"
Cap found three more bullet casings beside pool, and also an M9 handgun, just as Psycho had guessed. "CAPTAIN!" Sparky's voice barked over the radio. "There's someone in the corridor!" Sparky was over at the library door. Cap swung around. Sparky would only have used the radio if he wanted to keep quiet. Not good.
The Commando team froze. Finally, either a survivor…or the murderer. The three other men slowly walked over to Sparky's side. "How d'ya know?" Cap queried. "I heard the door to the East wing open!" There was an element of fear in the young man's voice. "Lets get him, jump out in three, two, one…" All four men jumped out the door and pointed their guns down the corridor. "FREEZE!" Cap shouted. Nothing. The corridor was as empty as they had left it. "Sparky" said Cap angrily, "There's nobody here!" "Cap, I got a bad feeling about this…" Golden eye's voice seemed shaky. It was the last thing he said.
WHOOOOSH! A large sword swung from the ceiling and cut Golden eye's head clean off. His limp body fell to the ground. Everyone tuned around. "Tommy!" Sparky yelled. "What did I tell you about using real names! Now come on!" Cap snarled at Sparky before grabbing his and Psycho's shoulder and running down the hall. "What was tha…AHHHH" yelled Psycho as a large figure appeared from the ceiling and stabbed him in the back. The other two men turned around. "YOU BACKSTABBING SON OF A BITCH!" shouted Sparky as he and Cap raised their rifles and fired ten rounds each before the figure disappeared. "What on earth was that Cap?" Sparky urgently asked. Cap was stunned. In less than ten seconds, one of his men had been decapitated and the other was stabbed in the back. "Cap? CAP!" Sparky was stricken with fear. He nervously tracked his gun around the corridor before Cap came to his senses and said one small but very effective word, "Run". Sparky wasted no time sprinting towards the door to the east wing, closely followed by Cap. They reached a T-junction, right goes to the Computer department, the other to Social Studies. They ran left, before Cap stopped. "Cap, come on!" Sparky impatiently yelled. "No. You go on. Get out. Evacuate the town. I'll be fine". Cap turned round to be confronted by a large, black figure. The two commandos looked at each other in the eyes. Sparky simply whispered, "Take care" and ran down the English corridor.
The two leaders confronted each other. After about three second, Cap whipped up his M16 and fired the M203 that he had loaded on the Blackhawk. The Chopper. God, that fells like days ago. However, it had only been two hours. The grenade hit the murderer square on the chest, but it didn't even flinch. Cap looked in amazement. "What the f…" Those were his last words as another figure appeared behind him and dug it's long claws into the back of Cap's head. He was dead instantly. The two figures growled to each other. "One left. The hunt is still on". The other nodded and both disappeared.
"Shit oh Shit oh Shit oh Shit oh Shit…" Sparky panted as he ran as fast as he could down the narrow corridor. He could see a door at the other end. Freedom, he thought. Just as he reached the door and kicked it open, a muffled explosion echoed down the corridor. He turned around, "That was Cap's grenade launcher".He shook his head. No, must focus on my mission. He turned to the open door and almost ran into one of the dark ninjacreatures. Sparky fell backwards. The thing drew his sword and pierced it straight thought Sparky's stomach. His body went limp. The figure removed his sword and put it back in its sheath. Another figure appeared just above Sparky's head. "We killed the other. They were all clean. Not special at all". The one that had killed Sparky roared.
"The lieutenant will not be pleased. We have only found one and have waited long enough. Why don't we just leave?"
"Patience, brother. Give the humans time."
"Hey, Jackasses!"
The two figures snapped there heads down at the body they presumed was dead. In his right hand, which he was holding up, was a small metal cylinder with a trigger and a button. In his left, however, was a large lump of white clay with a smaller antenna. "Eat this" He pulled the trigger and then pressed the button.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
If the point-blank explosion of the C4 plastic explosive didn't kill them, the falling rubble from the floors above must have. About five metres of the corridor collapsed, revealing the History floor above.
And then all was silent once more.