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Author's note: Holly hell, it has been a while. I'll be honest, it's kind of hard to find motivation to work on a story while doing college work, life work, and what have you going on. Just makes me want to unwind after a troublesome day playing a few games or watch a movie or two. I just wanted to remind anyone that this story isn't dead and that it'll still be on an indefinite hiatus with a chapter here and there when I complete a chapter, determine it's worthwhile, and have motivation to do. Hell I may even throw a prologue of another story when I'm inspired. I seriously give authors on this site mad props for making specials and schedules of their stories for us readers. Also, thank you guys that waited on this story.
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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)
"Why hasn't it been caught yet." Her growl broke the silence. The occupants seated around the large table either had similar expressions or more passive ones. She was met with silence yet again. This level of incompetence was grating on her nerves. "Well?" Mockingly sweet at the other officers. Eyes glanced back at her, giving her a brief indifferent glare before they looked back at the projection.
"...As I was saying,..." The proctor clicked, changing the slide. "Target Beta speared through the roof of the vehicle and initiated CQC inside the rear interior." The interior of the van filled the space on the projection screen, a large hole punching through and ending with a meter deep hole in the asphalt. "Where it incapacitate four Gestapo members." The next slide showed pictures of helms being deformed and an x-ray of skulls fracture. "It then sought the remaining squad members in the cabin, tearing the cabin wall apart to reach them. They attempted to fight back, but failed to fend off the target."
The cabin materialized, the cushioning of the seats and wall torn open with a human sized hole at the driver. A grouping of bullet holes dotted next to the hole. "The driver was pulled through while the passenger exited out the vehicle and attempted his escape. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful in his endeavor." Man in question popped into view, embedded in the nearly shattered windshield.
"What was their patient? For everyone's sake of course." A lieutenant asked, reading his documents.
"To capture Dr. Konstantin, who you wanted supervised, sir." The speaker put a specific slide in the projector, the older man unknowingly staring back at his audience. "One of the assigned drones received an unencrypted transmission from a unregistered radio coming from his residence. Looking through purchase histories of Berlin's stores, it was found that he bought parts that could build such a device spreading out from weeks at a time. The message stated: 'The neighbor's son met a girl yesterday. ' A team was dispatched to conduct an interview and determine if reeducation is necessary. He was missing from the scene."
"This thing is simply incredible." Eyes locked on the lieutenant, the man seemingly indifferent to the attention.
"Care to elaborate on that lieutenant?" Another officer leaned forward, resting his hands on the table.
"We've all seen the evidence. It's fast, strong, heavy, and most importantly intelligent. With the drones, he tore one apart, apprehended one, and used advanced equipment to destroy the rest. Damaged asphalt, steel doors, and affected our surveillance systems." He thumbed to the screen. "As of this moment, it hasn't killed any of our soldier's yet when it can clearly do so. Why? What is it? What is it's objective?"
"He's definitely not one of ours." Another stated the obvious.
"The rebels couldn't have developed it." Engel cut in.
"I agree. They're a nuisance, sure, but they don't have the resources nor capabilities to produce such a specimen. They wouldn't have tipped a hand such as this either. It has to be a third party, but who?"
"Could it be the Japanese? They have shown great promise in engineering and have both experience and knowledge of advanced technologies such as ours." A captain shrugged his shoulders.
"They wouldn't dare! They would know better than to go against their betters."
"Let's be reasonable Engel, ever since we've liberated the world of their primitive notions; there is still... a difference of opinion." A major pressed what was left of a cigarette into the ashtray on the table. "Some still hold on to these misconceptions to heart, the Japanese not being an exception. They're not brave enough to voice it against our might, but you could see it in their eyes." He smirked to himself. "Well... if you could see their eyes that is."
"It would be for the best that we keep a closer eye on our 'ally' in this regard. We can't make baseless assumptions here without evidence." One of few female officers crossed her arms.
"That is true..." Muttered another, his eyes flickering to the a picture of target Beta. "Is it even a man? It resembles more of the 'Iron men' General Strasse likes to go on about."
"It would have to be with how fast it moves and how quick it reacts, if not that what else could it be?"
"...Then is it a supersoldat?" The room became silent as the occupants sat, thinking about the ramifications of target Beta.
"It must be apprehended, or at a minimum, eliminated."
"Agreed. What measures shall we take?"
"Our surveillance system is compromised. We must contain it and resolve it. I suggest producing human lookouts as well as disguised personal due to target Beta's unknown cyber warfare capabilities."
"We could send in deliveries for more drones to be produced."
"Those are a means to find it, how are we going to eliminate it?"
"We'll have to talk with General Strasse to develop more efficient tools, what we can use in the mean ti-" The doors whipped open as ten heavily armed and armored troops walked in with the quickness. Four hulking forms crouched underneath the door frame, steel plates making a symphony of inevitable defeat to any that cross them.
"Follow us and we'll escort you all to the safe room until the riot has passed." The officers only stared at them in shock at the sudden intrusion. That is when the oldest officer quickly snapped out his stupor, rounding on their escort, his wrinkled face blossoming into a furious red.
"What riot?"
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"Steel..." The vehicle gently bobbed up and down, wind whipping at his hair. "Stone..." Monuments that represented a living nightmare, stabbed into the blue sky. "Concrete for miles. I wonder if there is anything in this world worth saving..." A monolith of pain and misery towered over the rest of the city, it's gated walls a set of jaws awaiting to swallow the prison transport under him. "Desolation..." Him and Anya against the entire world, in a den of wolves. "Tyranny..." He truly wished he could wake up and it'll be a simple nightmare before an operation, but deep down he knew he couldn't.
"An enemy of endless might..." The vehicle jostled to a stop. The road will be long and horrendous, hell it may be cut short. "I'm wondering if I have any friends left standing" He'll make sure that they didn't die in vain. The crease of his gloves gave a audible strain. "Comes down to it, I'll fight alone." His muscles tensed, heart thundering in his ears. "But I promise to you friends..." Climbing onto the lifted door onto a walkable platform under the shaders, climbing onto the roof shortly after." If this is where they're keeping you, I will find you and set you free." A lone guard leaned onto a piece of machinery, complacency oozing from his form. His knife gave a silent hiss as sharp steel brushed against cloth. An opportunity...
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Contempt filled her very being, keeping her gaze level; she made sure to not show her scorn for the green uniform of an policeman to her right. Any bystander wouldn't think twice when observing the rapidly filling cab of people going to work, especially with the titled Völkischer Beobachter staring back at her. If not for the man to sporadically peak over the newspaper to look at her. Anya read the front page as a distraction, turning an lethal incident with a security panzerhuden into a matter of no concern. It only fueled her worries even more. More people poured in as the doors opened again.
The man in green seemed to finally gain some confidence as he began folding his newspaper, bottom raising above his seat. Two women quickly shuffled themselves on either side of her, though it was cramped. He quickly sat down and gently huffed in disappointment. The women on her left gently whispered,
"You're new here, it's rather obvious. Relax." The Polish woman bristled at that, took a breath, and slowly exhaled. The woman on her right joined in.
"They gain confidence in numbers, especially by yourself. Especially when you're unfamiliar with Berlin." She warned. The women that saved her tended to their own devices, the left admiring the passing landscape while the right began reading the daily news. The train car slowed to a stop at the next station, green uniform briskly walking out and being replaced by suit and tie. As the policeman disappeared, the populace's demeanor changed.
Hushed conversations started to take place. The subject causing her bench mates to stiffen. Very odd.
"Do you know what it was..?" Truly odd.
"The damn thing nearly wreaked my uncle's car. He manage to serve around it..."
"Shut it, will you?! Mind your own business if you know what's good for you..." Her interest piqued.
"Did you see what happened? I heard gunfire, there's no way that can happen here...?"
"Did you happen to see the crater...?" Anya relaxed further into her seat, straining her ears to listen to the gossiping circle of Berlin.
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A wet smack echoed into the chamber as saliva hit it's intended gold target. Chief had to give it to the spry old man, he's dedicated and loyal to whomever he works for. The doctor manage to cut his bonds off before he was carried off to the sewers by the spartan. That didn't go without trouble though. He'd try to kill himself with the knife as he saw the giant approaching, but was quickly stopped by a quick grapple of the blade. The stubborn bastard sported a good gash on the side of his head when attempting to bash his own brains out when he gotten close to the concrete walls.
He'd even try to use the Spartans own armor as a mean to kill himself, but received a good shock in return when the advanced technology activated its golden hue. The spartan wiped the spit away with one of the stolen rags he took from the raiding party. A duffle bag of equipment laying at his feet. It was also an interesting find to see a folder on the once again bounded man. From Dr. Konstantin actions, he was hiding something or someone that he values so much to commit suicide. The Chief only conclude that it was either family and friends or a cause.
He would bet on the later based on the message that got the good doctor caught. The old man had been silent the entire time, venomously glaring. To be honest, the Chief was designed for wet work and black-ops. A surgical tool to be used for precise work such as capturing a target, but never interrogation. That was ONI's job, and they have people trained far better than him for that.
He grabbed one of the submachine guns, cracked the bolt open, and pulled the magazine out.
"I'm being hunted." Satisfied, he repeated the process with a pistol and holstered both weapons. Clanks of metal signified their new place on his back and other thigh. "The Nazis don't like me. The feeling is mutual." The armor on his thighs and legs opened and expanded, revealing slots. They were quickly filled with magazines of ammunition from the duffel bag. "I will offer my services in exchange for safe haven." The old man had longed ago stopped struggling, listening intently. "Answer me this, where do captured rebels go?"
"Why should I tell you?" The man sounded raspy, distrust heavy in his voice.
"If I was a Nazi, I would already know this. If not, what can you lose?" The man lips formed a very tight line. Seconds turned into a minute before he shifted straighter.
"...Eisenworld Prison." A knife imbedded into the ground, startling the poor man's heart. The doctors reflection stared back at him.
"Thanks." Glancing back, the Spartan... was gone. He sharply turn his head around to find the behemoth and couldn't find evidence of the spartan leaving. The doctor was left to his own devices and the things the spartan left. He released a shaky breath and began cutting away at his bonds.
"Can't believe that kid survived..."