July 20th, 2078, Arkhangelsk, Russia, [Unconfirmed Location] 19:18 MST [2] days before the confirmed MIA report for RCAF pilot : David "Jackal" Mcallister was filed.
The evening sun shone through the partially destroyed roof of the Arkhangelsk city hotel, highlighting the pieces of ash and dust that rose from the fires scattered throughout the lobby. Lee watched the ash, entranced as I ran to hide him behind the reception desk, throwing down my C9 rifle, I injected him with morphine as I moved. I was pretty sure that he was going to die, of course. I mean hell, we were both more than likely going to die today, it's just his left arm and leg were blown off was all.
"It's all gonna be alright bud," I whispered to him as I thrust another morphine needle into his thigh.
I dared to glance at the left side of his body; his arm and leg were almost completely gone, so much so that only stubs remained. His chest and stomach were also sickeningly mangled with deep gashes and horrible burns all over them, blood and puss oozing from them. I realized that there was almost no way I could help him, I doubt he would've lived if we had a full-blown hospital at our disposal, much less a roll of gauze and medical tape.
I pulled my standard-issue radio out of my backpack and turned it on. I was met immediately with loud static and thickly accented Russian yells that I couldn't make out. I changed my channel to Firebase Delta's frequency.
"FOB Delta," I said, ignoring Lee's cries of pain, "this is RCAF officer David Mcallister, callsign Jackal, requesting artillery fire support to grid square Tango nine! My whole squad has been wiped out and I could really use 300mm of kickass right about now!" I paused in anticipation as I waited for the radio operator to confirm my request.
"Jackal, this is FOB Delta confirming your artillery request. Party's on the way."
I sighed to myself and trudged over to Lee, dressing his wounds as best I could with the few supplies I had. Things were gonna be a lot easier without a company of Omnics on my ass. As I finished with the mass of tape and gauze that I had applied to Lee's left side I had begun making my way back to the radio to call for a medivac VTOL, when the front door was suddenly reduced to splinters in a resounding crash. A huge Eradicator Omnic was standing in the destroyed doorway, it's cannon arm pointed straight at me.
Instinct took over as I dove behind the marble reception desk beside Lee, the Omnic's laser fired and scorched the ground where I had been standing moments earlier. I swore to myself as the Eradicator lumbered towards us, how the fuck had I not heard it outside? I was soon going to pay the price for letting my guard down. My rifle, which fired depleted uranium 7.62x51 bullets, was about 7 feet away from me and right in the sight line of the enemy. I dismissed any thoughts of going after it, however, as the Eradicator's tough armour couldn't be penetrated by anything less than 20mm HMG rounds.
I quickly checked my backpack for any anti-tank devices and found a stick of C-4 and it's primer. Just as I was about to toss the bomb, I heard a distinct whistle that I had heard many times before. I looked up through the hole in the roof and saw 5 arcing trails of black smoke, accompanied by 5 300mm HE rounds. One of which was going careening right towards the courtyard of the hotel.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I dove behind the desk, those fucking American mortars were so unreliable when it came to precision. I braced Lee for what seemed like hours until the whistling sound grew so loud I couldn't bear it.
Just as it sounded like the shell was about to hit, I, still holding onto Lee, was blinded by a blinding blue flash and was lurched forward 3 seperate times. When the quick movements stopped, we were about 70 feet away from the hoteI. I was in shock for a moment as my brain tyres to comprehend what just happened. I got up from my crouching position to see a young , brown haired girl, with a orange jumpsuit, vintage RAF jacket and a large glowing blue crystal of some sort on her chest… she looked kinda familiar.
"Cheers love, the cavalry's 'ere," she exclaimed in a bubbly British accent.
Holy shit am I dead?
"That was a close one, eh love?" She said.
She was suddenly cut off by one of the biggest explosions I'd ever heard as the artillery shell struck the spot we had been seconds before.
"DUCK AND COVER," I screamed as the shockwave hit. I tackled the girl behind a mound of stone and wood, bringing Lee with me.
Shrapnel and rocks rained down all around us in the aftermath of the explosion, but luckily our cover mostly protected us. I say mostly because when I stood up, I noticed that not only was there some sort of shrapnel in my leg, but also that the brown haired girl had a huge welt on the back of her head, probably from a falling rock. I checked her eyes for a concussion and sure enough, she had one.
"Hey Lee, you got any instant-ice packs in your kit?"
No response.
I glanced at Lee and realized that he wasn't moving, so I went over to him to check his pulse, it was faint, but there. I then realized the reason; the terribly put together gauze sealant had been torn away, and Lee was bleeding out. We were 12 kilometres away from the firebase and our we didn't have any vehicle support, so I did the only thing I could do, I covered Lee's wound with my combat vest and shirt, threw both him and the girl over my shoulders and walked into No Man's Land.
Kind of a short chapter, with only around 1000 words. I'm hoping to up it to the couple of thousands per chapter in the future but then again, I'm writing this with my phone at 4.25 am… Anyway, I hope you peeps enjoyed it and be sure to comment any suggestions you have!
I'm planning on making this an OC/Tracer kinda deal, but it could change
By the way don't expect much sex, as it will be more focused on intense fighting and the bonds of a squad in combat. (Plus I ain't good at writing lemons)