Chapter 5: Let Slip the Dogs of War
The rain-doused wind swept up from every direction. Its cold tail whipped into the air and smacked against my body. I could feel the tingle of the tiny droplets, but the only droplets I wanted was blood. The Regulator teams had all been assembled and we were grouped just below the hill to the Bilderberg Oil Rig and Research Facility. We had to walk for a little over five miles to reach it, but it would be worth the wait.
"Squad Leader Sigma," Pike began, "Your orders are to engage all entrance guards. Make sure you keep their guns aimed on you."
"Yes sir!" he sounded like a mindless drone.
"Squad Leaders, Green and Blue, I need your teams to engage all threats in the facility. Open a hole for Team Red to enter and retrieve the data," he ordered.
"Yes sir!" they barked in unison
Joy ran up my spine. The fun part starts now. My revenge will be sweet and the path of blood I leave behind me will be sweeter. I will leave no one standing. nothing will breathe. However, I also needed to retrieve something of my own while I'm here. I need names, names of those involved in the REX 84 operation. The operation that ended my life as a human being.
The Ground-Officer looked at me and almost sensed my eagerness to kill. He smiled, not a happy smile, but a nervous one. His eyes gave away his uncertainty, yet it faded within a blink of an eye.
"Squad Leader….34115," he sounded, "get in, download the files, and get out."
"Yes Sir," I said cold and firm as if maybe I actually cared.
The groups blasted off up the hill and the operation began. Their boots splattered in the mud as they ran for the building. The crackle of gun fire and wail of sirens immediately drenched everything around me. Bullets raced past my ears, buzzing like pestering mosquitoes. I could barely see which way they were coming from.
After the groups divided into their appropriate sections, I waited behind cover until the signal sounded. A blazing flash exploded from behind me, rushing towards the building. Time to move. My team darted in the direction of the light as it disappeared into an explosion of fire. They made us a pretty big door.
I ran through the onslaught of rain, firing my weapon at no mercy. Every moving body I saw was gunned down in a frenzy of bullets. Joy surged through my spine as bodies fell. It was a shame I could not stay outside and continue this.
Once inside the gaping hole in the facility's wall, I switched my pace into a slow, steady predator-like motion. Anything moving in my path will taste bullets through their skulls. Lights flickered on and off; shadows retracted and grew along the pristine white floors.
The footsteps of my team echoed down the hall as we approached the database hall. A sudden burst of footsteps sounded from around the corner infront of us. A group of FEMA officers peered from around the corner loaded with assault rifles. Out of pure instinct, I raised my gun with a sudden burst of speed.
I unloaded my weapon on each officer, starting with the closest to me. One by one, they fell. My opponents hadn't even a chance to pull their triggers as my team aided me in fire. Their shots were uniform and planned out. Mine were erratic and savage.
There was no mercy for these government pigs. I darted forward like a mad lion for a zebra. There was one officer left as the rest lay in a pile of their own vile blood. My mind faded from thought and common sense. My vision was tunneled onto my target. I slid across the floor with my rifle aimed skyward. With a smooth motion, I had barely slid just under my crouched enemy with the barrel of my gun placed against his unprotected chin. I smiled as I pulled the trigger.
SPLAT!
Blood and brains rained the hall. The one white space was now an abyss of red. I tried to hold back my sense of joy but a smile spread across me from beneath my mask. On the exterior, however; I held a strong reserve. I only breathed heavily and continued on down the hall. Behind me, the rattle of gunfire grew louder and I knew that the fight had now reached the inside of the building. Time was running out.
We ran down the last hall and into the database room. The lights were off and a strange darkness loomed in the air. Monitors were glowing with information still within their LED screens. This didn't feel right. There should be staff in here; there should have been a fight.
"GET DOWN NOW!" I screamed and hit the ground with a strategic roll.
Guns fired from all corners of the dark room. It was a fucking ambush! Goddamn bastards. I pushed myself against a desk and began firing into the dark corners of the room. Bodies fell left and right like insects in a bug-zapper. Within a few seconds they had been disposed of.
I stood up to see a body hiding behind a monitor. His body shivered in fear and from where I stood, I saw that he wore no FEMA armor. He was of no fucking interest to me.
I shot a bullet into the screen and watched as it exited the machine and entered the skull of the man behind it. His body fell limp to the floor like a rag doll dropped from the hands of a child.
I walked to the mainframe in the center of the room. Its hulking mass was enough to confuse any man of just how much technological shit it possessed. I found the connection port and began to download my requested information. After this, I began to look for the files which I needed personally.
"Sir, the battle's almost reached us," said my only remaining teammate, "We gotta go!"
I looked at him and laughed. It was that peppy little spit-fuck from earlier. The one that smiles. I'm surprised he made it this far. I raised my gun and popped a quick bullet into his head. I never like him.
"Didn't mommy teach you to have some fucking patience?"
After searching the REX 84 Prisoner Record Directory, I found my file. Inside would hold all I needed to know. Locations….names….a past as shadowy and hazed as night itself. I opened and began to read:
WARNING: The information you are about to read is Classified FEMA Information. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE AUTHORIZED UNDER FEMA ORDERS
Name: Thomas Allen
I.D. 34115
Age: 30
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 195 Lbs.
Hometown: Oklahoma City, Ok
Known Contacts: Jessabelle Allen (I.D. 34116)
Military service: U.S. Marine Corps/ Noncom.
Occupation: Former talk show host of, American Liberty (canceled by FEMA for protest against FEMA and U.N. operations)
Status: Suspected of treasonous acts of speech and outcries against FEMA and U.N. operations
-Alive/ Escaped (EXTREMLY DANGEROUS)-
Location: Fort Worth FEMA Camp, TX
That's right, you read it…I'm an ex-marine. You didn't think I learned all that fancy shit just now did you? I scrolled through the file attachments. AHA! I found it. The names of all the big shots responsible for the capture of Prisoner 34115. They will all die a slow and gruesome death if she isn't alive. I only hope hell can try and match the pain I will bring to them.
I waited in impatience as my hit-list printed. Slowly, it revealed itself from the printer. The names were printed in black, ironicly they themselves will be printed in red. I slipped the paper into the fold of my helmet.
I then scrolled through the other attachments of my file and found the real objective I'm looking for. Prisoner 34116. I read the file from top to bottom:
Name: Jessabelle Allen
I.D: 34116
Age: 28
Height: 5 Ft. 4"
Weight: 150 Lbs. (170 Lbs. /W child/)
Home town: Denver, CO
Known Contacts: Thomas Allen (I.D: 34115)
Occupation: None
Status: Suspected of association with suspected criminals of treasonous acts of speech.
-Alive/Detained-
Location: Women's Detention and Correctional Center, Houston, TX
I had what I needed. I would find her and kill these men if need be. Then we could make a life for ourselves and our child somewhere in Mexico. Off the radar and out of FEMA's immediate jurisdiction.
The sounds of gunshots just outside the door, drug me by my balls back to reality. I suddenly remembered I had to get out of here. I leaped over desks and pressed my body against the wall next to the door. With my rifle, I pushed the door open to survey the area. Just outside, a small group of FEMA officers were battling the mass majority of Alpha Team.
Their backs were turned to me. Bad idea. I raised my gun and picked off the group with ease. I them blasted past the team as the FEMA backup had arrived. Rocket launchers were being fired at the group. I heard the wails of men and the crackle of explosions just beyond my ass. Fuck this!
With a long and quick paced, sprint, I was back out of the hole I had once entered and I was on my way back down the hill to the convoy. I slid down the hill as if I was sliding into the home plate of a baseball game. SAFE!
Pike looked at my finesse antic and smiled. He held his hand out without a word. He already knew I succeeded. I handed him the drive and he looked away to grab his radio. His face was firm with joy and determination.
"Mission is a success. Everyone fallout!"