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"Internal monologue"

"Regular speech"

"Foreign language translated"

... (Scene break and switch to another scene)

-- (Scene break, but revolves back to the same scene - or character - if that makes sense)

"Hold on! We go away from this place now!" Roman pushed the accelerator, the truck increasing speed. Blazkowicz held the side of the truck, rifle strapped across his back. Hissing overcame the growling of the engine causing the American to quickly glance back. The semi-truck's trailer that was inside the gate opened, revealing a large grey bordering black robot. Its chassis was roughly rectangular in appearance. The head jutted out the chassis, ending with a glowing red eye.

It's right arm consisted of covered two barrels, one atop the other, and a hose connected from its elbow to its back. The other arm was thicker with a shield ending in three prongs. The robot's 'midsection' consisted out of two thick hydraulics and an even thicker hydraulic in the center. The whole mass was supported by bipedal thick legs ending with extremely large feet.

"Robot!" He threw himself off, a large bolt of red light whizzing where he was before. The acceleration of the vehicle imparted onto the man causing him to roll to another familiar trailer. It opened to reveal another duplicate that attempted to crush him under its foot. Blazkowicz rolled out its way before he became a bloody pancake. He quickly scrambled away as rounds of light peppered the ground around him. He bounded the stairs of a nearby open concrete establishment, sliding behind some metal and wooden crates.

The firing of lasers grew silent while the thuds of metallic boots grew louder with each step. A quick glance to the right revealed a unfamiliar turret attached to a movable brace along with a hose. The drum of the rain couldn't mask the noise the bots made, heavy thuds smacking the road. Keeping low, he shuffled to the turret, listened to the thuds, grasped the handles, turned the barrel and fired. The gun gave a whirr before shooting a stream of bolts into the carapace of the second robot. The bolts melting the thick plating, the light fragmenting releasing sparks on contact. The robot in question lifted its left arm, the end forming a red ball.

Electricity arced off its surface and launched towards the abandoned turret. The ball of energy floated in the air behind the turret. B.J. had taken cover behind the crates again waiting for whatever it is to do someth-

It exploded outwards after a short delay, the concussive force breaking the wooden crates nearest the blast. Objects clattered past the American, the items in question being magazines and ammo boxes of ammunition. He wondered...

An elbow smashed into a wooden crate next to him, an arm fishing in there pulling one familiar grenade. That Nazi was cooked before, what does it actually do? Thuds came from the stairs causing B.J. to activate and throw the grenade at the entrance. The top of the black chassis came into view, the eye glowed as it peaked over the wall as it continued its ascent. An explosion of blue electricity bursted out the grenade, washing over the machine. It's lights flickered off and its body slowed to a stop.

The thuds of its partner climbing the opposite staircase appeared louder from the silence as its top came into view. Position is compromised, information is lacking. Blazkowicz quickly grabbed as many grenades as he could carry and vaulted over the wall passing the deactivated robot. A few bolts flew over the wall and any impacts giving off hisses. He crossed the dirt street into an identical building. A whirr sounded behind him along with hiss of hydraulics adding to the thuds.

He bounded up the stairs as pairs of bolts rained on his position. That wasn't very long, but he could make it work. The metal wall the turret sat had holes with edges glowing a bright orange, bolts creating more as the Nazi bots came closer. Peeking through the freshly made holes, he waited for a few seconds and activated two grenades. He lobbed them over to where the bots should end up. Separate clings echoed and after a moment, two blue discharges lit up the nightly downpour.

Silence came a second after, a quick peek showed both machines settling into their temporary shutdown. Acting quickly, the American grasped the turret and aimed at the first bot. A long stream of pinkish-red bullets of heat crashed into the robot's eye, the constant assault melting its way through into its mechanical entrails. Pops and hisses came from the machine as plates flew off along with jets of flame exiting out its chassis through cracks. A whir sounded. Another clink of a grenade answered it, as the explosive magnetized to its chassis.

The first bot erupted into a improvised explosive sending shrapnel everywhere, shards hitting its partner and Blazkowicz's cover. The surviving robot's eye flared red again, its light flashing against the raindrops, developing the illusion of it being surrounded by a red mist. The intimidating appearance flashed blue before it died. Another light show ended its life just like its brethren, ending with shrapnel flying everywhere. Dropping everything he had; his gun, ammunition, and grenades clattering on the ground. He wouldn't need it. He followed the red tail lights of the truck, Olenka climbing out the vehicle.

"Come on. We miss the train!" The older lady's ranguage breaking through the rain. He climbed into the trunk with Anya. Olenka closing it after them, the dark enveloping them once more. A slender hand grasped his own and gave a firm squeeze.

"Anya... you and me. On a train to Berlin." He gave a reassuring one back.

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Five lances of red light met a curved yellow wall, composed of segmented squares emitted by a branching device on the ground. The squares meeting the heated assault only flickered and retained its appearance. A round of 7.62x51 mm Full Metal Jacket pierced the right most bot, another round hitting the next bot in line, and the third thrusting upwards only to be shot down. The last two maneuvered away from his line of fire, the left most one thrusting at full speed to his left to bypass the wall and the other launching itself to the air and to the left as well. The top bot's prong glowed causing chief to sidestep and the laser to pass by harmlessly. Leading the rifle, a round flew where the bot should be and struck asphalt, the drone boosting right.

Chief dashed through the yellow wall and grabbed the leftmost drone that nearly cleared the wall, his left elbow smashing into its 'helm'. The drone nearly folded in half, its hull breaking and any important components shattered inside from the kinetic force. Twisting his body, he chucked the corpse at the sole survivor. The drone's right thruster took the brunt of the projectile, the drone spinning out of control only for a grapple to pierce its carapace. A sharp tug brought the drone down for a spartan to pin it.

"Scan." The weapon followed his command, his suit sent a pulse throughout the environment and drone, unseen by any observers. The captive continued to shooting fruitlessly in the air and thrust against the Spartan's weight. The drone broke into multiple digital fragments as wiring and components were recorded and categorized.

"Done." At her cue, Chief crushed the bot under his boot and went to the target building. He wouldn't have long until reinforcements came. He went back to the shield, his suit sending the deactivation sequence. The yellow energy winked out and the projector folded in of itself. He picked it up and stored it in his thigh internal compartment. No telling when he could get a resupply of the gadgets like he used to on Zeta Halo. On that note... three icons appeared; displaying his thrusters, drop walls, and threat sensors along with numbers representing his charges and consumables. Three drop walls, two threat sensors, and two thruster charges.

Bashing his way through the front door, he came upon the lobby of an fancy apartment complex. Two pairs of eyes peeked over the clerks desk, terrified at his visage and the sounds of conflict. Female whimpering answered the heavy thuds as he approached the counter. He towered over the counter, having no need to peek over to see the young women trying their best to retain their dignified appearance.

"Stairs?" Both clerks jolted at his voice, taking a couple of seconds to process his request. The braver of the two stood up with the other hesitantly following, both trembling slightly less. The braver woman, a green eyed red head, pointed down a hallway while the brown eyed blonde gave her best smile. A curt nod answered them, the giant lumbering down the hallway finding the signed door for the stairs. As soon as he disappeared, green eyes rolled to the back of her head as said owner promptly fainted leaving the her co-worker to catch her. Setting her down on one of the chairs, she picked up the phone at the desk and started dialing. She wasn't paid enough to deal with this scheisse.

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The NAV point rested behind a steel door on the sixth floor of the building, a dull beige attempting to 'match' the interior with a sign giving a warning and a threat of repercussions. The Chief kicked the door open and met a stream of energetic 'bullets'. He went to the side and peeked before bringing his head back from the stray bolt taking a chunk of the wall. An autonomous turret fixated on the wall; essentially a camera with an energy based gun and a red strobe light on top. A red targeting line zoomed past the doorway, resting on the wall. He quickly snapped a shot, destroying the turret then scanning the remains.

The small room was spartan with unpainted gray walls and a large panel with a lock on it. Multiple pipes containing wires came from it and disappeared in the walls, ground, and ceiling. He grabbed the panel's lip and tore it off, the screech of metal echoing in the room. The weapon materializing in his left palm, only to disappear into the wall of open ports, connections, and blinking lights. Only for the A.I. to reappear, a confident smirk on her face. She raised a hand and at a snap of her fingers, the lights flickered off and returned strong.

Chief, already used to her antics, simply clenched his fist and dismissed her. Or at least he tried. His large fist encompassing her lower body, her upper body sticking out his knuckles. Her visage became a mixture of irritation and exasperation.

"I wasn't finished yet." A map appeared and expanded, filling his hud. He closed the door and leaned onto it.

"The cameras are scrambled for now, however I left a sleeper code. It'll activate after the scramble and allow you to be 'invisible' by the cameras in this area." So this map is a section of Berlin. This'll be useful.

"That doesn't mean they can't see we what we do. They'll definitely become curious if another of their soldiers suddenly flew from nothing. If we can access more hubs, the greater our field of operation would be." Multiple icons presenting a camera hud, red diamonds with a white eye and an x pupil, appeared in the fog of war around the clear section of the map. At his mental command, the map disappeared and the room and the weapon took its place. She only gave a roll of her eyes at the spartan before she dematerialized. The spartan spun on his heel and walked out in the hall. He had places to be.