Penn's POV
North and I were crouched behind a concrete wall. They mass of enemy soldiers were keeping us pinned. I could see Wash, South and Maine, at another barrier across from us.
"We have to do something." North looked at me. I really didn't have a plan, more to the concept of a suicide attempt. If it worked (Omicron informed me it's not likely to) It should keep us alive, I hope.
"I have an idea, cover me." I said to North, looking at the small device in my hands. I tossed the drop marker in the middle of the innie ranks.
I waited, and sure enough, a drop pod fell from the sky, and right in the middle of the innie hoard. It caused a circle like area of enemies to be cleared, around the drop pod.
"NOW!" I yelled to North, before jumping over the barricade, and activating my shield.
North started carving me a path with his sniper. My shield protected from the onslaught of lead the innies threw at me. It was holding strong, but I had to be quick. I sprinted toward the drop pod, running over anyone in my way.
I reached the drop pod right as my shield gave way to the bullets. I could feel the dull THUD, as they hit my armor. I was lucky, and none actually punctured the protective armor. I hit a button on the pod, and its door shot off, revealing a very large mini gun.
I hefted the killing machine out, and prepped it. The innies had stopped firing, and were staring at me. I turned, and pointed the large, hellish gun at them.
"This is gonna be fun."
The words came out of my mouth, as the barrels started turning. The lead flew out at amazing speeds, mowing done their ranks with ease. I turned in a circle, not giving them to a chance to fire at me. I was having so much fun.
I kept shooting, and they kept falling. I saw the others start firing too, trying to help. I brought North up on my com.
"North, get your team, and go help team one!"
"We can't just leave you here!" I could hear sniper shots in the background.
"North, I'll be fine, they need you guys more!" I waited for him to respond.
"Okay, just be careful!" He said into his com, before ending the link. I looked, and saw them heading for the warehouse, while I kept shooting.
The gun kept spraying, as I kept my finger on the trigger. I kept this up for a while, until the mini gun started to overheat. I threw it down, and Om activated my shield.
I sprayed with my assault rifle, aiming for headshots to conserve ammo. The innies quickly closed the gap, after the mini gun had stopped. I kept firing, until my rifle ran out. Then I pulled out my two magnums.
I side stepped an innie that got to close, and pistol whipped the back of his head. I looked back up, and kept firing my dual magnums. I put the last clips into my pistols, and emptied them a second later. I was now weapon less.
I tried to fist fight them, but it failed, horribly. Each time I would knock one down, another would take his place. The bullets threatened to take my shield down any minute. Then I remembered it. The weird energy sword I had picked up!
I took off my waist, and held it. I could find a button or switch on it. I had no idea how to use the damned thing! I started shaking it, and when I swished it down, it activated.
The blade was bluish purple like an energy sword, but it looked more like a katana. I brandished it, and started cutting down their ranks again, literally. At first, they were dumbfounded by the new weapon, but that wore off after I killed about thirty of their teammates.
I hacked and slashed, not really used to using a sword. Eventually I got in a groove. Swish. Swish. Death.
I kept swinging, decapitating heads, and slicing rifles in half. I was starting to get boxed in. I kept it up though, as more and more surrounded me. I was sweating buckets, and felt weak. That's when I felt it. The throbbing at the base of my skull.
The same thing that made me lose control against Tex. It felt different though, almost like it wanted to help. I figured "What the hell, I'm probably gonna die anyway" Before I let it partially take over.
I still had control, but I felt stronger. It wanted control, but I fought it back. I used its anger, and started my last stand.
Everything was a haze from then on. I was still slashing, cutting them down, but I didn't really care. All I cared about was their death. The blood that poured out of them. I was physically and mentally exhausted. Then, even the red haze, couldn't keep me up.
I fell onto my knees, unable to stand. An innie tackled me, and started punching. He couldn't break through my bullet resistant armor though, idiot. I was fading, and I could feel it coming, the darkness. The last thing I saw was the innie that was on top me head exploding from a sniper shot, and I large man in white armor charging through them. Then I blacked out.
I woke up to bouncing, and quit murmuring. I lifted my drooping head slowly, and looked around. We were in a pelican. I felt drained, and even lifting my head was almost impossible. I groaned quietly, but it was enough for the others to hear.
"Hey man, how ya feelin?" York, who was sitting beside me, asked.
"Like shit." I responded.
"Well that can be expected." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, just wanting a straight answer.
"Wash, you wanna tell him?" York said, glancing over to Wash.
"When we found you, by count, you had killed about, 237 innies." Wash said, still amazed by this.
"I-I did what?!" I asked, not believing that I had killed that many.
"Yeah, it's true. You gave us enough time to complete the mission." Carolina said.
I sat there and thought about that information. I had killed 237? That couldn't be true, could it? Apparently I had fallen asleep again. Because Wash was shaking me, and saying we were home. We all got off the pelican, and headed for the debriefing session.
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After the debriefing, Penn went to get a shower, while the others headed for the mess hall. He was looking forward to a hot shower. He took a long shower, and then changed back into his normal clothes.
On his way to the mess hall, he passed the leader board. He looked at it confused. It had been changed. After a minute, the confusion turned to joy. Penn was now number 5 on the board. He had been moved in front of Wash.
Penn continued to the mess, now in a good mood. This mood didn't last however. When he opened the double doors, he stopped dead.
South was cuddled next to Wyoming, and they were holding hands. Penn felt his stomach drop. Then a flood of emotions. Sadness, anger, loneliness. He turned, and jogged back out of the mess hall. What he didn't see however, was Carolina, and a new agent watching him as he left.
Penn was now running, back to his room. That was when he ran into Hawaii, along with two of his lackey friends.
"Hello again Pennsylvania." Hawaii said in a grim tone.
"I'm not in the mood." Seth growled. His voice was threatening, and caused the two unknown agents to step back. Hawaii took a step closer, though.
"Oh really?" He said. Then, all three man charged.
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Back at the mess hall, the agents were welcoming a new arrival. She was female, had long black hair, and was 19. She wore a deep maroon armor, with dark blue highlights. She was the kind of person people liked to be with.
They were talking about her, when she noticed the one she thought was Carolina, was staring at something. She turned to where the other female was looking. She saw a man, probably 20, with short brown hair. He was wearing a black shirt, and black shorts. Then, he turned, and ran out of the room.
Nobody but Carolina and her, had seen this happen. She turned to the other, and asked her a question.
"That, would be agent Pennsylvania." She responded, still looking at the spot where he had just been.
"Penn? Where?' York asked, hearing the name.
"We just saw him, before he ran out of the room." Carolina responded.
"Did he look okay?" York asked.
"Not really…" Carolina trailed off, in thought
"Guys, we have problem." York addressed the table.
"What kind of problem?" Wash asked.
"The Penn kind." York shot back.
"We should probably check on him." North said.
"He isn't a little kid, he can take care of himself." Carolina rebutted.
That's when they heard the screams. The whole table got up, and ran out the door. They only got so far, when they found three men lying on the floor.
One was Hawaii, and he was unconscious. The other two were holding various parts of their bodies, and moaning. The group gave each other nervous looks, before they were running down the hall, right for Penn's room. They came to the door, and knocked. There was no response, so they let themselves in.
Nobody was in the room. His armor was gone, and if memory served her, Carolina remembered he hadn't been wearing his armor.
"Training room. Let's go." She said to them The new girl lagged behind, taking this all in.
They entered the observation deck, and sure enough, Penn was on the floor. He was weaponless, and twelve robots were in defensive stances in front of him.
"He can't take all those out on his own?" the new girl asked, puzzled.
"Wait and see." North responded, humor in his voice. Within minutes, all the bots were destroyed, and Penn told FILLS to bring up more. She did, and he went at it again. Ripping the bots apart. The agents could tell he wasn't training, he was venting. About what, they weren't sure
"We should go, he might be down there a while." York said. Everyone but the new girl agreed with this.
"If it's okay, I'm gonna stay here." She said.
"Hey, it's up to you." York said, before they left her there, watching him.
She sat down near the main console, and looked over the floor. She watched him, ripping the bots apart, and destroying them. She just sat there, and watched, waiting for him to finish.
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Seth finally felt a little bit better. Destroying robots usually did that for him. After two hours of endless robot slaughter, he finished. He was tired, and still felt like crap. Why would South do that to him? He thought they had something. She had kissed him for fucks sake!
He stopped thinking about it, and left the training floor. He walked slowly, toward his room, before he was stopped. In front of him, was a figure wearing maroon armor, with blue highlights. He looked at her face, and let his mouth drop under his visor.
She was beautiful. She had long black hair, and a face that glowed. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He just stared at her, until she spoke.
"Hey, I'm the new agent. The names Delaware." She said, extending a hand to him.
Penn, still being in a piss poor mood, rejected the hand shake.
"And I don't care." He said, before shoving past her, and continuing to his room.
Delaware watched him walk down the hall. She was usually good at reading people. She knew Carolina was the leader, Maine the muscle, C.T. the silent type, York was down to earth, Wyoming the jokester, North the older brother, South the grouch and Wash the nervous one.
But for some reason, she couldn't read him. There was just, something about him. That something intrigued her. She walked back to her room, and thought about this. She was determined to find out more about him. She was going to, she planned on it.