Chapter Sixteen: Father Figure
Hunter sat in the cargo bay of the C130, quietly thinking to himself as he watched the others prepare for the mission. They were the best team he ever had, they were more like a family, -not just because his brother and sister were under his command- Hunter felt like a father figure to them, the one who was supposed to stay calm in a situation and safely get his team out in one piece, a role his father had before him. But then again, Hunter was nothing like his father, General Storm, as he couldn't bare to put others' lives on the line. General Storm calmly sent soldiers to their deaths every other week and barely flinched when he got the after-action report.
He rested his head against the back of the seat and closed his eyes, and within seconds, Hunter drifted into a deep sleep.
Hunter's dream was not a nice one, for he was reliving his experiences of combat.
He was in a humvee, sat next to two of his old friends from his unit; Lizbeth Sparta and Christopher Lenz, the three of them were loading bullets into M4A1 magazines when suddenly, the hummer in front of them exploded in a ball of flame, the entire burnt-out shell of the vehicle flipping into the air over a deep crater.
The humvee Hunter was in skidded to a halt as gunfire began to burst out from all directions, small arms fire. He flinched and slammed his eyes shut when the unforgettable rattle of an Kalashnikov echoed from outside. The driver of the Humvee Hunter was in got out and raised his rifle, but whoever had the AK was faster, the rifle rattled as the door of the hummer behind the soldier was riddled with bulletholes as the man quickly collapsed.
Hunter slammed the magazine into the rifle and opened the door, blindly firing at where he thought the shots were coming from. "What do we do?!" Christopher shouted as he opened fire too, followed by Lizbeth. "We need to get off this street, we're sitting ducks!" Hunter roared back.
"I'll cover you, just get outta here as fast as you can!" Hunter shouted as he dropped his rifle and pulled out his handgun. "But Sarge..." Lizbeth trailed off. "THAT'S AN ORDER!" Hunter screamed across the war-torn street as he gunned down one of their attackers.
Lizbeth and Christopher ran for their life as bursts of dust flicked up behind them from the gunfire which was missing them by inches. The door to one of the houses burst open and a large figure came out, clad in riot gear and a grenade launcher aimed at them. Lizbeth was frozen in fear. "But how? We were told there wasn't going to be heavy resistance..."
"LIZBETH GET OUT OF THERE NOW!" Christopher roared, but it was too late. The Heavy-Trooper fired a grenade at Lizbeth and she was enveloped in the explosion. Christopher clenched his teeth as tears ran down his face. "Hey...DIE!" He screamed, firing at the Heavy-Troopers' head, but to little effect as the bullets pinged off of the riot gear faceplate, doing no damage to the enemy.
"How the..." Christopher trailed off. That was the last thing he said as another grenade exploded at his feet, killing him instantly as he was propelled across the street and into the side of one of the buildings.
Hunter turned to see his friends dead at his feet as enemies closed in from all directions...The Heavy-Trooper raised the grenade launcher...BOOM..
Hunter burst out of his nightmare, gasping for air and clutching his chest. "Hey, Hunter, c'mon, snap out of it. The drop over Tokyo's in five minutes, better get your stuff together." Zack said.
Hunter nodded and pulled on a combat helmet, making sure the strap was fastened before he put on a pair of goggles and stood, going to the cockpit of the Cargo Plane. The battle which would decide the fate of mankind was drawing near...
I'm back! After about umm... a few months, I've come back to Godzilla: The Rise of Mothra. By the time you have read this, I will have completed the story and nearly finished uploading the last chapters.
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