Revolution on New Alexandria RP
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"Military Research Lab? Crap I got this gear out of one here. I am a bit of a known face in military research facilities of this planet." Wiseman pointed at his sidearm and in his face you could see an obvious displeasure.
"Seems like I will need to hide my face and get some other gun... Any other orders?"
Wiseman started calculating his situation. "This ain't really good. If they read my file they should've known I test weapons as a part of my job... But... we could actually use this to our advantage."
"...Or... We could turn that into our advantage... What do you think Lieutenant?"
"Seems like I will need to hide my face and get some other gun... Any other orders?"
Wiseman started calculating his situation. "This ain't really good. If they read my file they should've known I test weapons as a part of my job... But... we could actually use this to our advantage."
"...Or... We could turn that into our advantage... What do you think Lieutenant?"
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"Yeah I could tell that your side arm is experimental, no company logo, nonstandard design, I've been a soldier since I was 12 and I've never seen that. It's fine though, that's a different lab, it doesn't seem kind out would require lower level access to get your hands one, specially since they let them out in the field. We're after bigger fish."
(OOC, I'm working on the labs, this RP will have a short plot, but I'm trying to have at least a single RP go through it's entire intended plot)
(OOC, I'm working on the labs, this RP will have a short plot, but I'm trying to have at least a single RP go through it's entire intended plot)
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"It's a part of my job. So what do they make in those "bigger fish" labs... Nerve gas? Any specific information we should gather with youngster here?"
"A soldier since 12? Wow, I've been doing this since I was 15, but since 12 is for some reason a bit disturbing. If we go for the labs there are basically several possibilities of what shit is going about here. First the make some kind of weaponry, but we can scratch that, since he told me now. Second would be some kind of gas or biological weapons and that would make more sense, because of those shots we got. I don't believe they were just some regular immunizations. I've been doing this job for Delta for too long to know that. It might be a bacteriological weapon, not to mention that most soldiers are Sigma created with accounting for uses of combat gases against them... This probably is some real shit, like modified Ebola virus that was once used somewhere and really fucked up with that place." Wiseman left these thoughts to himself. He was a soldier so he knew that that only his mind and his wife with child are only thing that belongs to him.
"A soldier since 12? Wow, I've been doing this since I was 15, but since 12 is for some reason a bit disturbing. If we go for the labs there are basically several possibilities of what shit is going about here. First the make some kind of weaponry, but we can scratch that, since he told me now. Second would be some kind of gas or biological weapons and that would make more sense, because of those shots we got. I don't believe they were just some regular immunizations. I've been doing this job for Delta for too long to know that. It might be a bacteriological weapon, not to mention that most soldiers are Sigma created with accounting for uses of combat gases against them... This probably is some real shit, like modified Ebola virus that was once used somewhere and really fucked up with that place." Wiseman left these thoughts to himself. He was a soldier so he knew that that only his mind and his wife with child are only thing that belongs to him.
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"I'll be honest, I have no idea what to expect. I know that G lab is directly under F lab, which is the artificial evolution lab, which is under C lab, the xeno-biological lab. Something tells me that it's genetic tech, something like the Beta-Savant* program, but with more practical application. H Lab, no idea what to expect there, it's totally isolated. Drakov ought to have the new identification ready. We'll link up in 24 hours with our findings. Clear?
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"Roger Boss, Beta's security programs have a fucking cold personality but once you get through that frosty exterior, you find sweet spots everywhere. Added four new registrations into the system that acknowledge our biometric data. It gives us basic access to most of the facilities here, works with them security panels on the doors, computers, whatever has 'em."
Beta-Savant program? The fuck is that bloody shit? More and more into this Op and it just gets more bloody complicated. Christ, the fucking Captain is getting an earful when I get back.
Beta-Savant program? The fuck is that bloody shit? More and more into this Op and it just gets more bloody complicated. Christ, the fucking Captain is getting an earful when I get back.
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"More playing with genetics? Don't they have enough human species already? ... ... ... Meh whatever." It was clear that Wiseman feels really annoyed by the recent founding, but more or less kept his cool.
"So, as per order Drakov and I will investigate the G lab and report our foundings in 24 hours."[color]Wiseman turned to Drakov. [color=#767676]"Let's get some uniforms kid. We can't run around in this gear around research lab. They'd probably find that suspicious."
"So, as per order Drakov and I will investigate the G lab and report our foundings in 24 hours."[color]Wiseman turned to Drakov. [color=#767676]"Let's get some uniforms kid. We can't run around in this gear around research lab. They'd probably find that suspicious."
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"Probably should have stripped those guards then. No matter, there's bound to be a lab coat or two walking about on their own. You lead."
A security uniform would be less conspicuous considering our level of access but lets not be too picky about details. I'd rather have this over and done with as soon as possible.
A security uniform would be less conspicuous considering our level of access but lets not be too picky about details. I'd rather have this over and done with as soon as possible.
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"Nah. they were guards for that facility wearing uniforms of Solvox energy and water. That wouldn't do for military research facility. Even though similar in cut Solvox is Blue with Yellow engrave of company logo while guards at Research facilities wear military graded black BDUs. Wiseman explained."But I know of a bar where guards like to hang out. We could commandeer our equipment over there. How can you hold your liquor youngster? Or are you better at gambling?"Wiseman asked with a smile.
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"I don't touch either of the fucking stuff." Three things to watch for; Lust, Greed and Liquor for they dull the mind of the soldier like that old man told me. Fucking Christ, he was a tight arse. "If they serve non-alcohol, I'll be fine but other than that don't fucking drag me near any of the shady shit."
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"Okay so gamble their clothes of or drunk them to sleep and then take them is not an option... Any other ideas? I wanted to avoid violence..."
Well kid that's respectable. For someone so young to know which stuff is nasty in a long run.
Well kid that's respectable. For someone so young to know which stuff is nasty in a long run.
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"A method that avoids violence? Fuck well. . . " Hard to think of anything that doesn't involve a fist fight. "You have any sort of tranquillizer or anything? Perhaps we could spike their drinks or jump them in the restrooms."
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A small trace of movement caught John's eye. In the background there was a patrol of four guards leaving for the day. John picked up a nearby stapler and threw it at the guard in the rear position, effectively knocking him unconscious. Making the most of the confusion John ran up to the remaining three. In a fluid motion he thrust the heads of two guards together before drawing his knife and swiftly jabbing it into the skull of the final confused guard. "They aren't waking up" John said before severing the spinal chord of the first guard. "Undress them and dispose of the one you're undressing. We move on the labs in ten." John's eyes were cold as he spoke, they were the eyes of a seasoned and proficient killer.
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Vasili simply gave a nod to John, he was used to seeing this side of him and generally felt he was more better like that. He gave a look to the others and Arthur seemed to be awe-struck by the sudden turn of events before he simply said, "Fucking Christ."
Vasili already started stripping down his selected guard of his uniform before dropping him down a nearby manhole head first. There was silence and then a sudden impact with a mix of bones breaking. Vasili looked over to Arthur who was again struck incapable of a response. "Get a move on, Airman." He ordered before dressing into his guard's uniform, somewhat of a tight fit but not enough to affect his performance, he thought to himself.
Vasili already started stripping down his selected guard of his uniform before dropping him down a nearby manhole head first. There was silence and then a sudden impact with a mix of bones breaking. Vasili looked over to Arthur who was again struck incapable of a response. "Get a move on, Airman." He ordered before dressing into his guard's uniform, somewhat of a tight fit but not enough to affect his performance, he thought to himself.
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Wiseman let out a sight and with "oh, well" he undressed his guard before disposing of the body. Even though he was a soldier he spend half of his career dealing with terrorists or teaching how to deal with them so he kind of developed taste for less violent solutions for civilians, but seeing the scene his eyes did not changed, but switch in his mind turned. He dressed his "new" uniform that was surprisingly fitting.
"Ready." His voice somehow felt colder then usual upbeat tone.
"Ready." His voice somehow felt colder then usual upbeat tone.
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Fucking Christ, everyone here's quite the cold fucker when they want to be. Especially that bloody Moskal, its SENIOR Airman by the way. Christ, got to get changed then, last guy left. Bloody hell, the sleeves are bleeding long, I have to roll up these fucking sleeves. Well, lucky me the rest fits.
"Fucking ready, boss." Christ, this mission is over my head.
"Fucking ready, boss." Christ, this mission is over my head.
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Wiseman took a weapon of one of the guards with some magazines and strapped his PDW-16 under clothing.
"Well lieutenant if you don't have anything more to add me and fly boy will move out." It was not exactly obvious at a first glance, but Wiseman changed. The way he stood, the way he moved and his voice were different. His steps were really quiet even though he seemed to walk normally. Wiseman's switch was finally turned and "Devil" Wiseman feared through training camps of Col-Sec took his place.
"Well lieutenant if you don't have anything more to add me and fly boy will move out." It was not exactly obvious at a first glance, but Wiseman changed. The way he stood, the way he moved and his voice were different. His steps were really quiet even though he seemed to walk normally. Wiseman's switch was finally turned and "Devil" Wiseman feared through training camps of Col-Sec took his place.
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Vasili eyed Wiseman until he left sight, taking notice of slight changes in him but disregarded his thoughts after a while. He turned over to Boyd, "Sir, shall we start moving now?"
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((OOC: Joint Post between Lance177(Wiseman) and Keirova_47(Drakov)))
Wiseman and Drakov headed for the gate that led to the facility from which they could take a lift underground to their target that was highlighted on their map. The Sentry guard at the entrance did not really pay attention when he saw both of them wearing same uniform as he did and when the identification system let them in. He looked really bored leaning against a booth instead of taking turns near the gate.
“Okay, we’re in. Inside that building should be our lift to facilities. Let’s dig around a bit, download the data, cover our tracks and get the hell out of here. I have the feeling I usually got before shit hits the fan so I’d prefer to get over with it already.” Wiseman pointed with his chin.
”Right, right, we’ll be in quick and quiet like dormice.” Drakov replied as he accessed the lift. ”Just point me to the right terminal and watch my ass, in case the shit does hit the fan.”
“Sure. If shit hits the fan and we will not have visual I’ll call you Corporal. We dunno what we might came across in there... It’s going down pretty deep.” The lift was ascending fast, but still it took long to reach it’s destination. After door finally opened before them appeared to be another checkpoint. When they took off the lift the guard manning this post laid down a Spaceboy magazine full of nude attractive women and “man reading” he was holding and came right to them.
“What do you want here? I’ve never seen you two around... Don’t you know you need special permission to ascend to this floor?” From his tone he was more annoyed someone disturbed him from his beauties then breaching a security protocols.
Drakov shirked off the guard’s questions, ”Hey, don’t worry about it, man. One of the lab coats here just needed us to retrieve a few of his notes he left. I tell you, these guys are supposed to be geniuses but they’re always calling us to pick up stuff they forget.” He nonchalantly said in a friendly manner, resting his hand on the guard’s shoulder. ”We’ll just be in there for a few minutes and then we’ll be out of your hair. You don’t even have to keep an eye on us if you want to.”
The guard glanced on Drakov’s hand on his shoulder, then on Drakov and after that on Wiseman.
“Alright, alright... Just be quick about it.” The guard let them in after he confirmed Drakov and Wiseman with the system and went back to browsing his magazine muttering: ”At least you got permission in order.”
As Drakov and Wiseman descended another lift, they took step inside of the lab and the view that opened to them was astonishing indeed.
Wiseman quietly whistled ”Well look at that.”
In a brightly lit room behind a glass there was seemingly uncountable number of gestation chambers each with one human inside. They looked oddly familiar and they were hooked to various diagnosis devices, but the most strange was an electrical link leading from a base of their skulls. On each chamber was a designation template saying “Sigma-Dreadnought Unit” followed by a number. Unit closest to them was bearing a number of 14529, but there did not appeared to be an order in numbering, because next one had designation of 19630.
”That’s wow... Sigma Dreadnought... Don’t tell me if this is some freaking soldier project. They clearly don’t seem to be like they are butlers... ”
Wiseman pointed their muscular bodies while clearly in idle state. He did not pointed an obvious fact that their appearance more then closely resembled that of lieutenant John Boyd.
Drakov stood there awestruck. ”Fucking hell.” was all he could say as he continued to stare at the rows and rows of soldiers. ”It’s a fucking army of Sigmas. What were they planning to use these guys for.” he walked down the rows, inspecting all their individual templates and numbers before coming to from a familiar voice.
”Get a move on, Airman” Drakov shook his head at the memory of Vasili, ”Christ, why the Moskal. Oy, Wiseman, where’s the terminal I need to work on?”
Wiseman taped on the general purpose terminal to look at the map. “One floor below us. There should be one more lift up ahead.” He glanced at the idle bodies for a second more and then lead the way to the lift.
One level below was another surprise. Instead of row and rows of soldiers there were the same tubes, but the content was more than different.
“No freaking way in seven hells.” Wiseman was purely shocked at the scenery. Instead of thousands of soldiers these tubes contained thousands of little girls in same fashion as soldiers above. Inside gestation chambers and wired, but every girl was a bit different from the previous and next one. Faceline, even a color of hair changed from time to time and there were not templates. Just numbers.
“But these seems a bit different. Like they are wired together for some purpose... Those devices seems like hubs and they weren't up there.” Wiseman pointed at a device that was an extra from the scenery from before.
”Well, this is different.” Drakov said scanning down rows and rows of the units. ”A fucking evil clone army of super soldiers is a typical thing you’d find reading them detective novels but cloning little fucking girls? Though they all seem somewhat different to each other, I don’t like this.”
“Little fucking girls? Do you realize that could get you arrested Drakov?”
Drakov gave no response beside a short ”Hmph.” as he observed the tubes.[/color]
As Wiseman and Drakov continued to the center of the lab Wiseman stopped before one girl, that looked just like his daughter when younger so he fell behind a bit. That was when he felt a murderous intent from behind him a split of second before he could react a coldness of barrel pressed to back of his head.
“Shit.” Was Wiseman thought as he lifted his arms. A hand pulled his commandeered P7 out of holster and the disappeared.
“Stop that subordinate of yours before his brain is all over the floor.” Said a quiet voice. Familiar, but deadly serious about what he said.
”Erm... Corporal... I’d advise you to stop...” Wiseman called on Drakov.
“Hope he remembers the deal.” Was Wiseman thought when Drakov stopped.
Drakov looked puzzled at first to Wiseman’s order before realizing the situation. ”So we’ve got another fucking ghost here besides the Moskal? Fucking Christ.” He said as he raised his arms.
“Now. What’s your purpose here?” The cold voice started interrogation.
“Oh... If that’s what’s this all about we just went here to retrieve some papers for one of the lab coats.”
“Lie... there is no hard data for this project. Everything is digital. So I ask again.”
Wiseman bit his lip. “Ooops.”
”Okay. Purpose same, but it was not the lab coats. T’was local government. They afraid some some shit might go on here beside the regular one.”
“Damn I must somehow get on this guy. No way in hell I hit the bodybag on the inside of a dirtball like this.” Wiseman thought of ways how to escape. “I need just a split of a second...”
Then Wiseman continued, ”If you want hard data, it’s all in Corporals hardware.”
Surprisingly that worked. Wiseman felt how murderous intent swayed from him leaving an opening for years of experience and practice that began to move him to his advantage.
His knees dived so pistol wasn't aiming on his head as he started rotation and moving his hands, grabbing the arm of his captor. This move was designed to disarm opponent by grabbing a gun and breaking his arm, but for some reason even Wiseman’s trained body could not break arm of this guy. so he at least locked his arm and tried to trip up his legs, which semi-worked but not like it would do with usual people. This guy lost his balance, but somehow managed to stand.
“DRAKOV SHOOT FOR HELL’S SAKE!” Wiseman shouted while trying to hold the man momentarily reversing a situation from a second ago.
Drakov . . . as he reached his PDW, switching to burst fire, he glared down through the illuminated scope and but stopped after considering the noise, he didn't want to risk blowing cover before they reached the terminal and opted for a more blunt approach. Dropping back his PDW, he charged full speed ahead towards the two before jumping mid air, bringing his legs close to his chest and springing them out has he kicked the man in the gut with both feet, propelling the two. Performing a mid-air recovery, he landed nicely on his feet and grabbed his PDW once more, approaching the two on the floor quickly but cautiously.
”Don’t you fucking move.” He said in a threatening tone.
“Drakov you fucking lucky idiot. He’s 100% not alone.” Wiseman pressed their new captive on the ground in a police maneuver disabling his movements. Then he turned to the prisoner. “Mmm... So you’re one of those above I see. If you went through the same training, and I could damn well imagine what training you had, there is no way you could tell us anything even if you knew, am I correct?” The captive nodded. Then Wiseman spotted he actually had SSID and a rank of corporal. “No... Fucking... Way... Drakov am I hallucinating or is that on his shoulder SSID of Delta Force... You have some bloody explanation to do corporal.”
Drakov had a peculiar expression on his face, he did not understand what Wiseman was going on about. ”Uhhh. . . “
”Sigma India clearance Omega two-two-five.”
The captor was a bit surprised but replied, “Sigma India Delta five-five.”
”Mike Oscar one-four.”
”... … Aye.”
Wiseman loosened up his grip.
”I want a bloody explanation Corporal and I want it right now. What are members of Vega’s platoon doing here with the same target as the one assigned to me.”
Corporal was silent, but another three members emerged from somewhere. Armed, but their guns were not pointed. Then one of them went to Wiseman and saluted.
“Sergeant First Class Wiseman. We were not informed of another Delta operation in the area.”
”What a surprise, nor was I... … You are Hoffmann aren't you?” Wiseman recognized a face of someone he trained. A stiff atmosphere loosened up a bit.
“Yes Sergeant Hoffmann, Sir.”
”Okay, Hoffmann as a superior officer and highest ranking NCO in this freaking lab I want you to answer me one bloody question: Time of your deployment and I take no as an answer.” Hoffmann gave an answer, which set deployment time of his team twelve hours after their own landing on New Alexandria.
Drakov stood a bit stiffly, his PDW still at the ready, and slightly confused. He glanced around at the new arrivals for a while before finally exclaiming. ”Right, what the bloody fuck is going on!?!!”
“Seems like somebody send another Spec Ops after a similar objective Drakov.” Wiseman summed up the whole situation.
Drakov gave a nervous chuckle, ”Haha, yeah, leave it to the fucking stars and stripes up there to keep us in the bloody dark.” He walked off into another row of tubes, muttering angrily to himself.
“Well I surely understand why he’s angry.” Wiseman thought to himself as he turned back to Hoffman.
“Okay now here is the deal. We will just get our data and be on our way. We never saw you and you never saw us. Is that clear?!”
Hoffmann shifted weight from one leg to another. An obvious sith of nervousness.
“I’m not sure if I can do that sir. Orders were to eliminate the objective and seize all resistance. I hesitated because it was you, instructor...”
”I see. Well in this case... Hey Drakov have you found something?” Wiseman prepared for a shootout.
Drakov called from his location, ”What the bloody fuck could I find besides these bloody girls and unwanted guests!?” Suddenly, shots came through from behind one of the tubes,killing a soldier and severely injuring another who was taken down by Drakov as he barged through the bullet ridden tube containing one of the unconscious girls. At that time Wiseman that dropped down and to the side in unison of Drakov’s firing had his PDW ready filling a burst into a face of Sigma-Dreadnought taking him by sudden burst of unexpected action from a close distance. Wiseman then ran into the last guy standing in shock pinning him down. It was Hoffmann.
Arms locked in a fight, Drakov shouted ”Fuckin’ stripes!” as he struggled against the soldier. Eying over at the broken tube, Drakov furiously rolled the soldier over onto the broken glass which penetrated his side as he screamed in agony, letting loose his grip on Drakov who in turn quickly rolled back onto his feet and delivered a powerful kick to the soldier’s temple, knocking him out if not also giving him severe mental damage.
”Well Sergeant seems like end of the line. You should have stayed to scoped rifles. You was decent with them... I told you that you don’t have the snap instinct if shit is in the fan and you with it. I told you what follows then.” Wiseman pulled out his tanto. “See you in hell buddy. T’was short, but fun.
”Yeah, see you in hell guy I don’t know who the fuck is, whatever” Drakov added before Wiseman buried the blade inside of Hoffman. He died quickly with a surprised expression.
When Wiseman confirmed death of Hoffman, more of a routine check than anything else, he searched the bodies.
“Holy sweet mother of mercy Drakov, this guy’s still alive.” Wiseman was checking on the Sigma-Dreadnought his face in disbelief while looking at the face in bloody mess.
“He took a burst right into his face and he’s still kicking.”
Drakov took a glance over before looking back to the carnage. ”Then put †˜im out of his bloody misery, doubt any skirt’s gonna want him anymore, anyway, anyhow.” He gave a slight grin to a nice find he got as he looted gear from one of the soldiers.
”Agreed on that.” Wiseman took the soldier out of his misery. Then he proceeded in taking a few necessities like weapons and ammo and what peaked his interest. Took some of the rations and also their dog tags and SSIDs.
”Let’s take these as well. That way we dunno them and they have nothing to do with us.” Drakov continued looting and ignored the remarque.
As they finished looting Wiseman imagined the map out of his memory.“Well now that we have these guys out of our way. Let’s finish what we came for. The server for this lab should be just down the road ahead of us.
”No arguments there, let’s get going.” Drakov replied as he started walking down but halted as he looked back with a sense of remorse. Silently mulling to himself, he clenched his teeth at his decision ”. . . or so I thought.” he added as he returned back to his carnage, stripping down the jacket of one of the soldiers, he wrapped it around the unconscious girl laying on the floor and carried her on his back. ”What? I’m not allowed to have feelings?” he answered to Wiseman who had not said anything yet.
Wiseman could not hold his smile after what Drakov said. “No. It’s okay to think like this, but I’d never imagine that some guy would get his girlfriend like that. You look cute together.”
Drakov gave a slight blush and looked away, annoyed. ”Bugger off, mate. Let’s just fucking get this done with.” With that he moved onward, PDW in one hand rested on the hip and his other supporting the unconscious girl.
Wiseman followed still smiling, but hand on his gun. “Have I ever told you how I met my wife?” Without waiting for a reply he continued “It was during one op. Terros got into a governmental building and took hostages. At that time the local police was not really good at HR and stuff so they asked for a military HRT. Well those guys screwed up and got wiped with one of them surviving injured and captured. Me and my guys were in neighborhood so we offered to help, but only I got the gear. One of my team manned the sniping post and I stormed in. That took them by surprise so I mopped floor with them and rescued those petty public servants taken hostages and the sole survivor of the HRT, which turned out to be quite a lass, which is now my wife. Incidentally since then they started calling me “Devil Wiseman” and my team became “Wiseman’s Devils”... Well no point arguing that it sound like we’re a football team or something, but it is one of my fond memories.”
Drakov was silent the entire story and even afterwards, he was quiet for awhile until finally saying ”. . . shut up. . . “
Wiseman rolled his eyes up and smiled. “I like this fella.” He thought as he observed the path.
Wiseman and Drakov headed for the gate that led to the facility from which they could take a lift underground to their target that was highlighted on their map. The Sentry guard at the entrance did not really pay attention when he saw both of them wearing same uniform as he did and when the identification system let them in. He looked really bored leaning against a booth instead of taking turns near the gate.
“Okay, we’re in. Inside that building should be our lift to facilities. Let’s dig around a bit, download the data, cover our tracks and get the hell out of here. I have the feeling I usually got before shit hits the fan so I’d prefer to get over with it already.” Wiseman pointed with his chin.
”Right, right, we’ll be in quick and quiet like dormice.” Drakov replied as he accessed the lift. ”Just point me to the right terminal and watch my ass, in case the shit does hit the fan.”
“Sure. If shit hits the fan and we will not have visual I’ll call you Corporal. We dunno what we might came across in there... It’s going down pretty deep.” The lift was ascending fast, but still it took long to reach it’s destination. After door finally opened before them appeared to be another checkpoint. When they took off the lift the guard manning this post laid down a Spaceboy magazine full of nude attractive women and “man reading” he was holding and came right to them.
“What do you want here? I’ve never seen you two around... Don’t you know you need special permission to ascend to this floor?” From his tone he was more annoyed someone disturbed him from his beauties then breaching a security protocols.
Drakov shirked off the guard’s questions, ”Hey, don’t worry about it, man. One of the lab coats here just needed us to retrieve a few of his notes he left. I tell you, these guys are supposed to be geniuses but they’re always calling us to pick up stuff they forget.” He nonchalantly said in a friendly manner, resting his hand on the guard’s shoulder. ”We’ll just be in there for a few minutes and then we’ll be out of your hair. You don’t even have to keep an eye on us if you want to.”
The guard glanced on Drakov’s hand on his shoulder, then on Drakov and after that on Wiseman.
“Alright, alright... Just be quick about it.” The guard let them in after he confirmed Drakov and Wiseman with the system and went back to browsing his magazine muttering: ”At least you got permission in order.”
As Drakov and Wiseman descended another lift, they took step inside of the lab and the view that opened to them was astonishing indeed.
Wiseman quietly whistled ”Well look at that.”
In a brightly lit room behind a glass there was seemingly uncountable number of gestation chambers each with one human inside. They looked oddly familiar and they were hooked to various diagnosis devices, but the most strange was an electrical link leading from a base of their skulls. On each chamber was a designation template saying “Sigma-Dreadnought Unit” followed by a number. Unit closest to them was bearing a number of 14529, but there did not appeared to be an order in numbering, because next one had designation of 19630.
”That’s wow... Sigma Dreadnought... Don’t tell me if this is some freaking soldier project. They clearly don’t seem to be like they are butlers... ”
Wiseman pointed their muscular bodies while clearly in idle state. He did not pointed an obvious fact that their appearance more then closely resembled that of lieutenant John Boyd.
Drakov stood there awestruck. ”Fucking hell.” was all he could say as he continued to stare at the rows and rows of soldiers. ”It’s a fucking army of Sigmas. What were they planning to use these guys for.” he walked down the rows, inspecting all their individual templates and numbers before coming to from a familiar voice.
”Get a move on, Airman” Drakov shook his head at the memory of Vasili, ”Christ, why the Moskal. Oy, Wiseman, where’s the terminal I need to work on?”
Wiseman taped on the general purpose terminal to look at the map. “One floor below us. There should be one more lift up ahead.” He glanced at the idle bodies for a second more and then lead the way to the lift.
One level below was another surprise. Instead of row and rows of soldiers there were the same tubes, but the content was more than different.
“No freaking way in seven hells.” Wiseman was purely shocked at the scenery. Instead of thousands of soldiers these tubes contained thousands of little girls in same fashion as soldiers above. Inside gestation chambers and wired, but every girl was a bit different from the previous and next one. Faceline, even a color of hair changed from time to time and there were not templates. Just numbers.
“But these seems a bit different. Like they are wired together for some purpose... Those devices seems like hubs and they weren't up there.” Wiseman pointed at a device that was an extra from the scenery from before.
”Well, this is different.” Drakov said scanning down rows and rows of the units. ”A fucking evil clone army of super soldiers is a typical thing you’d find reading them detective novels but cloning little fucking girls? Though they all seem somewhat different to each other, I don’t like this.”
“Little fucking girls? Do you realize that could get you arrested Drakov?”
Drakov gave no response beside a short ”Hmph.” as he observed the tubes.[/color]
As Wiseman and Drakov continued to the center of the lab Wiseman stopped before one girl, that looked just like his daughter when younger so he fell behind a bit. That was when he felt a murderous intent from behind him a split of second before he could react a coldness of barrel pressed to back of his head.
“Shit.” Was Wiseman thought as he lifted his arms. A hand pulled his commandeered P7 out of holster and the disappeared.
“Stop that subordinate of yours before his brain is all over the floor.” Said a quiet voice. Familiar, but deadly serious about what he said.
”Erm... Corporal... I’d advise you to stop...” Wiseman called on Drakov.
“Hope he remembers the deal.” Was Wiseman thought when Drakov stopped.
Drakov looked puzzled at first to Wiseman’s order before realizing the situation. ”So we’ve got another fucking ghost here besides the Moskal? Fucking Christ.” He said as he raised his arms.
“Now. What’s your purpose here?” The cold voice started interrogation.
“Oh... If that’s what’s this all about we just went here to retrieve some papers for one of the lab coats.”
“Lie... there is no hard data for this project. Everything is digital. So I ask again.”
Wiseman bit his lip. “Ooops.”
”Okay. Purpose same, but it was not the lab coats. T’was local government. They afraid some some shit might go on here beside the regular one.”
“Damn I must somehow get on this guy. No way in hell I hit the bodybag on the inside of a dirtball like this.” Wiseman thought of ways how to escape. “I need just a split of a second...”
Then Wiseman continued, ”If you want hard data, it’s all in Corporals hardware.”
Surprisingly that worked. Wiseman felt how murderous intent swayed from him leaving an opening for years of experience and practice that began to move him to his advantage.
His knees dived so pistol wasn't aiming on his head as he started rotation and moving his hands, grabbing the arm of his captor. This move was designed to disarm opponent by grabbing a gun and breaking his arm, but for some reason even Wiseman’s trained body could not break arm of this guy. so he at least locked his arm and tried to trip up his legs, which semi-worked but not like it would do with usual people. This guy lost his balance, but somehow managed to stand.
“DRAKOV SHOOT FOR HELL’S SAKE!” Wiseman shouted while trying to hold the man momentarily reversing a situation from a second ago.
Drakov . . . as he reached his PDW, switching to burst fire, he glared down through the illuminated scope and but stopped after considering the noise, he didn't want to risk blowing cover before they reached the terminal and opted for a more blunt approach. Dropping back his PDW, he charged full speed ahead towards the two before jumping mid air, bringing his legs close to his chest and springing them out has he kicked the man in the gut with both feet, propelling the two. Performing a mid-air recovery, he landed nicely on his feet and grabbed his PDW once more, approaching the two on the floor quickly but cautiously.
”Don’t you fucking move.” He said in a threatening tone.
“Drakov you fucking lucky idiot. He’s 100% not alone.” Wiseman pressed their new captive on the ground in a police maneuver disabling his movements. Then he turned to the prisoner. “Mmm... So you’re one of those above I see. If you went through the same training, and I could damn well imagine what training you had, there is no way you could tell us anything even if you knew, am I correct?” The captive nodded. Then Wiseman spotted he actually had SSID and a rank of corporal. “No... Fucking... Way... Drakov am I hallucinating or is that on his shoulder SSID of Delta Force... You have some bloody explanation to do corporal.”
Drakov had a peculiar expression on his face, he did not understand what Wiseman was going on about. ”Uhhh. . . “
”Sigma India clearance Omega two-two-five.”
The captor was a bit surprised but replied, “Sigma India Delta five-five.”
”Mike Oscar one-four.”
”... … Aye.”
Wiseman loosened up his grip.
”I want a bloody explanation Corporal and I want it right now. What are members of Vega’s platoon doing here with the same target as the one assigned to me.”
Corporal was silent, but another three members emerged from somewhere. Armed, but their guns were not pointed. Then one of them went to Wiseman and saluted.
“Sergeant First Class Wiseman. We were not informed of another Delta operation in the area.”
”What a surprise, nor was I... … You are Hoffmann aren't you?” Wiseman recognized a face of someone he trained. A stiff atmosphere loosened up a bit.
“Yes Sergeant Hoffmann, Sir.”
”Okay, Hoffmann as a superior officer and highest ranking NCO in this freaking lab I want you to answer me one bloody question: Time of your deployment and I take no as an answer.” Hoffmann gave an answer, which set deployment time of his team twelve hours after their own landing on New Alexandria.
Drakov stood a bit stiffly, his PDW still at the ready, and slightly confused. He glanced around at the new arrivals for a while before finally exclaiming. ”Right, what the bloody fuck is going on!?!!”
“Seems like somebody send another Spec Ops after a similar objective Drakov.” Wiseman summed up the whole situation.
Drakov gave a nervous chuckle, ”Haha, yeah, leave it to the fucking stars and stripes up there to keep us in the bloody dark.” He walked off into another row of tubes, muttering angrily to himself.
“Well I surely understand why he’s angry.” Wiseman thought to himself as he turned back to Hoffman.
“Okay now here is the deal. We will just get our data and be on our way. We never saw you and you never saw us. Is that clear?!”
Hoffmann shifted weight from one leg to another. An obvious sith of nervousness.
“I’m not sure if I can do that sir. Orders were to eliminate the objective and seize all resistance. I hesitated because it was you, instructor...”
”I see. Well in this case... Hey Drakov have you found something?” Wiseman prepared for a shootout.
Drakov called from his location, ”What the bloody fuck could I find besides these bloody girls and unwanted guests!?” Suddenly, shots came through from behind one of the tubes,killing a soldier and severely injuring another who was taken down by Drakov as he barged through the bullet ridden tube containing one of the unconscious girls. At that time Wiseman that dropped down and to the side in unison of Drakov’s firing had his PDW ready filling a burst into a face of Sigma-Dreadnought taking him by sudden burst of unexpected action from a close distance. Wiseman then ran into the last guy standing in shock pinning him down. It was Hoffmann.
Arms locked in a fight, Drakov shouted ”Fuckin’ stripes!” as he struggled against the soldier. Eying over at the broken tube, Drakov furiously rolled the soldier over onto the broken glass which penetrated his side as he screamed in agony, letting loose his grip on Drakov who in turn quickly rolled back onto his feet and delivered a powerful kick to the soldier’s temple, knocking him out if not also giving him severe mental damage.
”Well Sergeant seems like end of the line. You should have stayed to scoped rifles. You was decent with them... I told you that you don’t have the snap instinct if shit is in the fan and you with it. I told you what follows then.” Wiseman pulled out his tanto. “See you in hell buddy. T’was short, but fun.
”Yeah, see you in hell guy I don’t know who the fuck is, whatever” Drakov added before Wiseman buried the blade inside of Hoffman. He died quickly with a surprised expression.
When Wiseman confirmed death of Hoffman, more of a routine check than anything else, he searched the bodies.
“Holy sweet mother of mercy Drakov, this guy’s still alive.” Wiseman was checking on the Sigma-Dreadnought his face in disbelief while looking at the face in bloody mess.
“He took a burst right into his face and he’s still kicking.”
Drakov took a glance over before looking back to the carnage. ”Then put †˜im out of his bloody misery, doubt any skirt’s gonna want him anymore, anyway, anyhow.” He gave a slight grin to a nice find he got as he looted gear from one of the soldiers.
”Agreed on that.” Wiseman took the soldier out of his misery. Then he proceeded in taking a few necessities like weapons and ammo and what peaked his interest. Took some of the rations and also their dog tags and SSIDs.
”Let’s take these as well. That way we dunno them and they have nothing to do with us.” Drakov continued looting and ignored the remarque.
As they finished looting Wiseman imagined the map out of his memory.“Well now that we have these guys out of our way. Let’s finish what we came for. The server for this lab should be just down the road ahead of us.
”No arguments there, let’s get going.” Drakov replied as he started walking down but halted as he looked back with a sense of remorse. Silently mulling to himself, he clenched his teeth at his decision ”. . . or so I thought.” he added as he returned back to his carnage, stripping down the jacket of one of the soldiers, he wrapped it around the unconscious girl laying on the floor and carried her on his back. ”What? I’m not allowed to have feelings?” he answered to Wiseman who had not said anything yet.
Wiseman could not hold his smile after what Drakov said. “No. It’s okay to think like this, but I’d never imagine that some guy would get his girlfriend like that. You look cute together.”
Drakov gave a slight blush and looked away, annoyed. ”Bugger off, mate. Let’s just fucking get this done with.” With that he moved onward, PDW in one hand rested on the hip and his other supporting the unconscious girl.
Wiseman followed still smiling, but hand on his gun. “Have I ever told you how I met my wife?” Without waiting for a reply he continued “It was during one op. Terros got into a governmental building and took hostages. At that time the local police was not really good at HR and stuff so they asked for a military HRT. Well those guys screwed up and got wiped with one of them surviving injured and captured. Me and my guys were in neighborhood so we offered to help, but only I got the gear. One of my team manned the sniping post and I stormed in. That took them by surprise so I mopped floor with them and rescued those petty public servants taken hostages and the sole survivor of the HRT, which turned out to be quite a lass, which is now my wife. Incidentally since then they started calling me “Devil Wiseman” and my team became “Wiseman’s Devils”... Well no point arguing that it sound like we’re a football team or something, but it is one of my fond memories.”
Drakov was silent the entire story and even afterwards, he was quiet for awhile until finally saying ”. . . shut up. . . “
Wiseman rolled his eyes up and smiled. “I like this fella.” He thought as he observed the path.
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((OOC: This starts at about the same time Drakov and Wiseman have come across the girls))
Vasili sat against the wall of a corridor. Behind, from where he came, was a scene of chaos with wiring and sheet metal all scattered and bent. He was a bit shocked by the scene which he had witnessed earlier and was taking a breather, thinking back to the events which lead to now.
John and Vasili had infiltrated the facility and uncovered a production line of exoskeleton systems designed for the Dreadnought soldiers. While examining the lines, Vasili did not notice until late that John had been caught by a series of automatic cables from a haywire exoskeleton system, forcefully plugging into his body and one fracturing his skull. The process rendered him unconscious and as such, the exoskeleton system went berserk, escaping past Vasili through another corridor with John still mounted.
It was a surprise to Vasili how quickly all those events occurred, he had previously made attempts at contacting John after going AWOL but to no avail. Finally having his moment’s reprieve, he stood himself up, his PVK in hand as he followed the trail of wayward and unconscious John. He could only guess that it meant to escape into the city and therefore was heading to an exit, he would meet up with Drakov and Wiseman when he had the chance.
Vasili sat against the wall of a corridor. Behind, from where he came, was a scene of chaos with wiring and sheet metal all scattered and bent. He was a bit shocked by the scene which he had witnessed earlier and was taking a breather, thinking back to the events which lead to now.
John and Vasili had infiltrated the facility and uncovered a production line of exoskeleton systems designed for the Dreadnought soldiers. While examining the lines, Vasili did not notice until late that John had been caught by a series of automatic cables from a haywire exoskeleton system, forcefully plugging into his body and one fracturing his skull. The process rendered him unconscious and as such, the exoskeleton system went berserk, escaping past Vasili through another corridor with John still mounted.
It was a surprise to Vasili how quickly all those events occurred, he had previously made attempts at contacting John after going AWOL but to no avail. Finally having his moment’s reprieve, he stood himself up, his PVK in hand as he followed the trail of wayward and unconscious John. He could only guess that it meant to escape into the city and therefore was heading to an exit, he would meet up with Drakov and Wiseman when he had the chance.
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Wiseman and Drakov, running down the corridor of the cloning facility, stop at the distant sound of an alarm blaring. ”Christ, how did they find us out!?” He exclaimed rhetorically before turning his attention towards the tubes. He watched as each and every tank was drained of fluid, the unconscious girls suspended slowly dropped to the floor as the water levels slowly descended to nothing. Drakov slowly approached one of the tubes to examine the girl inside before jumping back at the sudden motion of her pushing against the tube wall.
”Bloody Hell!?!!” He exclaimed again, recoiling forward away from the tank behind him after noticing the awake girl inside as well.
”Mainframe breech dispatch armed response seal all exits” The girls all replayed in unison.
“Cool. They are in perfect unison. They must’ve trained hard for that.” Wiseman shouted ironically as he pulled out a retractable stock of his PDW and aimed for the way they walked in, flipping the holosight power button.
”Ah, Christ!” Drakov groaned and if his hand were free, he would have slapped himself on the head in stupidity. ”We must have passed through some sort of hidden bioscan or something like that. Must’ve been an Epsilon, leave it to them to encrypt some sneaky shit like that in the system. If these bloody skirts are awake then that means-” A gunshot suddenly rang through and a projectile flew right between Drakov and Wiseman. Looking down the corridor which they had run through they saw squads of Sigma-Dreadnoughts, equipped with standard UN Spec-Ops gear, they progressed through the corridor tactically and in unison with nimble speed. ”Bloody knew it!” Drakov said before turning towards them and spraying a burst from his PDW, slowly retreating as he attempted to suppress the oncoming wave of SDs.
Wiseman did not hesitated to join Drakov’s effort, but he was saving ammo and carefully placing one shot after another, but still in a quick pace due his experience, slowing the progress of enemies a bit, but not by much.
“Those guys are good, but I’ve trained better! Move it Airman!”
Wiseman walked backwards, shooting at swarming SDs. His trained memory remembered every piece of the hallway. He could navigate it even blindfolded, so walking it backwards was as easy as normal walking.
Drakov gave one last burst before his magazine went dry. ”Christ!” he shouted, annoyed, and turned round to run further down. He stopped at a sealed door and rested the girl by it, taking position by one of the tubes, he reloaded and began giving more accurate bursts. ”Wiseman, this bloody door is sealed!” He shouted over to Wiseman, still returning fire as he slowly retreated back.
“Well fuck. I don’t have any plastics!” Wiseman shouted back. At that time he also ran out of ammo.
“Covering fire!” Drakov gave no response but a longer burst. That was enough for Wiseman to reload and shorten a distance between him and Drakov.
“Damn those guys are tough.” Wiseman took cover checking on Drakov he noticed a chamber.
“Drakov on your 9. One bloody chamber ain’t sealed away, but something’s in it!”
Drakov gave a puzzled expression. ”So what the bloody fuck if it ain’t got one o’ them skirts in’it?!” He asked before a bullet whizzed past and shattered the tube in front of him. ”Fucking christ! Give me cover!” He exclaimed as he ran across behind the empty chamber, meanwhile Wiseman was providing cover. Safely in his position, Drakov called Wiseman to pull back as he gave a suppressing burst. Wiseman complied quickly.
Reloading his PDW once more, Drakov caught a glimpse inside as he reached for his magazine and what caught his attention was a hologram projector with a scribbled note attached. ”The bleeding Christ would someone need to write a scribble on a projector note for?” He thought to himself as another bullet flew past, bringing him back to his immediate situation. ”Christ if I have time to think about this!” He left his final thought and loaded a fresh mag before returning fire once again.
Wiseman turned up right next to him. ”So what’s this shit about?” he said as he peeked at the scribbled note.
”Hell if I know” Drakov replied, continuing his suppression. ”All I glimpsed was †˜Earth’ and some other word †˜Ferdinand’ or some bloody crap.” Giving one last burst, he relocated to another tube across. ”You have the bloody time to read it? Then bloody read it!” He called before giving his full attention to the SDs.
Wiseman used Drakov’s fire to reload and glimpsed at the note:
"I don't think you're one of them. Grab the Feynman boxb and you'll be out of the door... hopefully... anyway I think I'm starting to ramble. I'm getting off this planet and heading for Earth. Find me if you can. -Six PS don't listen to the note yet, now's not the time. PPS I'm serious you don't have the time."
Wiseman took the note and after that he noticed another small box beneath it.
“Drakov I need your ass over here! He shouted before he started shooting.
Drakov reloaded again, his last mag, before looking over to Wiseman. ”The bleeding heck!? You read that note or something!” He turned over and ran to his position. ”Now ain’t the time to pay attention to little thi-” Suddenly he tripped on a loose cable, falling down towards the tube, he accidentally touched the cube. ”Fuck? Fuck!!!” he was suddenly overcome by a excruciating pain that spread quickly from his hand. ”What the bloody Christ is a fucking acidic cube doing in that tube!?!!” He exclaimed as he witnessed his arm slowly dissolve into the air, eventually reaching to his shoulder.
“That shit is a Feynman Box. I dunno what shit it is but Feynman was a physicist not a chemist! That guy was part of Manhattan project. Earth’s first Nuke.” Wiseman knew the name. Also due to his expertise he was more than knowledgeable on the field of nuclear, chemical and biological warfare but he was not aware of the name Feynman emerging on other fields than physics.
”No bloody shit! I think I’d know enough of Earth history considering I lived there my entire bloody life!” He snapped back, the only thing he could say before his consciousness started fading was ”Shit, I’m-”, by then, almost his entire body had faded.
“Fuck” Was the only word that emerged at top of Wisemans mind as he started shooting with one hand and grabbed the girl with the other, luckily barely within reach. “Better try it then kick a bucket here.”
With that Wiseman touched the the box holding an unconscious girl. As he did that he suddenly felt an intense pain running through his body as it started dissolving in similar fashion as Drakov spreading from his arm on the girl and rest of his body. He finished the magazine and as he faded away completely, his consciousness went blank.
From the moment Drakov had lost consciousness, it felt almost like an instant when he came to again. However, when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a quiet scene, an empty corridor. It felt eerily to him and what felt even more was that he could not feel his body. Looking down, he saw that he was practically in mid-air, his limbs assembling together from very tiny particles gathering together from the air around him. The sight made him shudder but he was surprised that all his gear assembled with him properly. Putting aside the freaky reassemble of his body, he observed his surroundings, it was a pretty standard corridor, no tubes containing consciously linked girls or identical-to-detail super soldiers, just plain metal panelling and lighting. Behind him was the sealed door which sort of made things more clear to him but still left him puzzled.
”Talk about a Deus-fucking-ex!” He shouted to himself, remembering the pain he went through. ”Christ, I hope Wiseman ain’t swiss cheese on the other side of that door, he’s got the girl too.” He sat against the door and sighed. ”This is fucking brilliant. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now!? A bleeding underground cloning facility, a squad of Special Ops hitmen and now this bloody teleporting cube that fucking stings!? I’m just a bloody pilot, why was I ever picked for this bleeding assignment!?” Outraged thoughts swirled around his head before he finally calmed down and sat silently.
The same effect started to form as before with Drakov which after a while turned out to be Wiseman and the girl. Wiseman patiently waited for his body and body of the girl to assemble, before he started moving. First thing he did was laying the girl down and checking her vitals, then he pulled an empty mag out of his weapon replacing it with full one, loading a bullet and after that he turned to Drakov.
“Glad to see ya kid. I’m a bit late †˜cause I got to pick up your girlfriend.” He smiled and continued, “How is your ammo? I got 2 mags for PDW and 6+1 loaded for P7.”
Drakov stared over at the girl for a moment before looking over to Wiseman. ”Last magazine, 60 rounds and one chambered. Should last me enough to get out of here. . . wherever here is.” He stood up and held his L21A2 ready.
Their moment’s reprieve was short lived as the sealed door behind them opened. A familiar hail of gunfire raining on them as they took cover against the door’s fixture. The suppression was quite intense with at least two of the SD’s providing burst at a time, covering for their squadmates as they moved up and closed the distance between them and Drakov and Wiseman.
”Well that bloody cancels out my plans.” Drakov shouted as he returned a burst, managing to clip one in the leg in which two came to retrieve him under suppressive fire. The rain of bullets started to wither as it seemed that a few had withdrawn to tend to the wounded. Drakov understood the decisive moment and picked up the girl, making a run to the next door which was open and taking cover behind it’s fixture. ”Keep moving, I’ll cover you.” He called out to Wiseman and he gave conserved bursts from his PDW, his mind a mental counter of bullets in his magazine.
“I’ve got more ammo than you kid. Also you have the girl. Leave things like this to me. Just to be clear that’s an order.” But Wiseman did not waste time Drakov gave him by his fire and moved on, finding and efficient cover.
”Move it Drakov!”
”Goddammit.” Drakov said as he fired another burst and dashed down the hallway. ”You better not fucking leave me here with her!” He called as he progressed through the hall.
Wiseman did not wasted a single shot emptying his magazine. He loaded a last mag into his PDW and the reached for pistol and started firing it. As he reached for a new mag his hand bumped into a hand grenade. “I’d forgot I have those two”, Wiseman thought as he reloaded and threw one of them at their pursuers making a time window for him to retreat and also killing or wounding many Sigma-Dreadnoughts, this single grenade bought Wiseman and Drakov a few seconds they really needed.
As the two ran through the corridors, the doors were shutting off parts of the facility and opening new parts, as if leading the men somewhere. The Sigma-Dreadnoughts kept on their tail, pursuing them mercilessly as they traversed through the constantly changing labyrinth of the facility. Eventually, they reached a wide open room with a shocking scene, an infinite number of cloning vats, containing Sigma-Dreadnoughts in different development stages moved across the room in an endless production line. The two stopped and were struck still by what they were witnessing.
”Bleeding hell, what are these bloody beta’s doing here?” Drakov rhetorically asked, awestruck by the sheer numbers and rate these Dreadnoughts were being produced.
“Dunno, but we have a rare chance to see Lieutenant as a kid. But this number kind of beats that purpose, though don’t you think he was a cute boy?” Wiseman’s voice was dripping with liquid sarcasm and even though the hell they went throught he was in a good mood.
“Damn this is the best shootout I had in years. Can we keep those guys after they’re done with the whole chasing us to death thingy?”
”I’d rather we fucking remove these guys from the face of the universe. I don’t like being shot at, especially when I ain’t got the safety and armaments of my Kolibri.” Drakov said in a harsh manner, obviously annoyed by the situation. Understanding the caliber of their discovery, Drakov turned on his PTT, ”This is Sierra-4 to Sierra-Actual. We’ve located a cloning facility for one Sigma-Dreadnought Project and another unknown, presumably Beta-Savant. Your orders?” Drakov waited for a response.
”Bloody Hell!?!!” He exclaimed again, recoiling forward away from the tank behind him after noticing the awake girl inside as well.
”Mainframe breech dispatch armed response seal all exits” The girls all replayed in unison.
“Cool. They are in perfect unison. They must’ve trained hard for that.” Wiseman shouted ironically as he pulled out a retractable stock of his PDW and aimed for the way they walked in, flipping the holosight power button.
”Ah, Christ!” Drakov groaned and if his hand were free, he would have slapped himself on the head in stupidity. ”We must have passed through some sort of hidden bioscan or something like that. Must’ve been an Epsilon, leave it to them to encrypt some sneaky shit like that in the system. If these bloody skirts are awake then that means-” A gunshot suddenly rang through and a projectile flew right between Drakov and Wiseman. Looking down the corridor which they had run through they saw squads of Sigma-Dreadnoughts, equipped with standard UN Spec-Ops gear, they progressed through the corridor tactically and in unison with nimble speed. ”Bloody knew it!” Drakov said before turning towards them and spraying a burst from his PDW, slowly retreating as he attempted to suppress the oncoming wave of SDs.
Wiseman did not hesitated to join Drakov’s effort, but he was saving ammo and carefully placing one shot after another, but still in a quick pace due his experience, slowing the progress of enemies a bit, but not by much.
“Those guys are good, but I’ve trained better! Move it Airman!”
Wiseman walked backwards, shooting at swarming SDs. His trained memory remembered every piece of the hallway. He could navigate it even blindfolded, so walking it backwards was as easy as normal walking.
Drakov gave one last burst before his magazine went dry. ”Christ!” he shouted, annoyed, and turned round to run further down. He stopped at a sealed door and rested the girl by it, taking position by one of the tubes, he reloaded and began giving more accurate bursts. ”Wiseman, this bloody door is sealed!” He shouted over to Wiseman, still returning fire as he slowly retreated back.
“Well fuck. I don’t have any plastics!” Wiseman shouted back. At that time he also ran out of ammo.
“Covering fire!” Drakov gave no response but a longer burst. That was enough for Wiseman to reload and shorten a distance between him and Drakov.
“Damn those guys are tough.” Wiseman took cover checking on Drakov he noticed a chamber.
“Drakov on your 9. One bloody chamber ain’t sealed away, but something’s in it!”
Drakov gave a puzzled expression. ”So what the bloody fuck if it ain’t got one o’ them skirts in’it?!” He asked before a bullet whizzed past and shattered the tube in front of him. ”Fucking christ! Give me cover!” He exclaimed as he ran across behind the empty chamber, meanwhile Wiseman was providing cover. Safely in his position, Drakov called Wiseman to pull back as he gave a suppressing burst. Wiseman complied quickly.
Reloading his PDW once more, Drakov caught a glimpse inside as he reached for his magazine and what caught his attention was a hologram projector with a scribbled note attached. ”The bleeding Christ would someone need to write a scribble on a projector note for?” He thought to himself as another bullet flew past, bringing him back to his immediate situation. ”Christ if I have time to think about this!” He left his final thought and loaded a fresh mag before returning fire once again.
Wiseman turned up right next to him. ”So what’s this shit about?” he said as he peeked at the scribbled note.
”Hell if I know” Drakov replied, continuing his suppression. ”All I glimpsed was †˜Earth’ and some other word †˜Ferdinand’ or some bloody crap.” Giving one last burst, he relocated to another tube across. ”You have the bloody time to read it? Then bloody read it!” He called before giving his full attention to the SDs.
Wiseman used Drakov’s fire to reload and glimpsed at the note:
"I don't think you're one of them. Grab the Feynman boxb and you'll be out of the door... hopefully... anyway I think I'm starting to ramble. I'm getting off this planet and heading for Earth. Find me if you can. -Six PS don't listen to the note yet, now's not the time. PPS I'm serious you don't have the time."
Wiseman took the note and after that he noticed another small box beneath it.
“Drakov I need your ass over here! He shouted before he started shooting.
Drakov reloaded again, his last mag, before looking over to Wiseman. ”The bleeding heck!? You read that note or something!” He turned over and ran to his position. ”Now ain’t the time to pay attention to little thi-” Suddenly he tripped on a loose cable, falling down towards the tube, he accidentally touched the cube. ”Fuck? Fuck!!!” he was suddenly overcome by a excruciating pain that spread quickly from his hand. ”What the bloody Christ is a fucking acidic cube doing in that tube!?!!” He exclaimed as he witnessed his arm slowly dissolve into the air, eventually reaching to his shoulder.
“That shit is a Feynman Box. I dunno what shit it is but Feynman was a physicist not a chemist! That guy was part of Manhattan project. Earth’s first Nuke.” Wiseman knew the name. Also due to his expertise he was more than knowledgeable on the field of nuclear, chemical and biological warfare but he was not aware of the name Feynman emerging on other fields than physics.
”No bloody shit! I think I’d know enough of Earth history considering I lived there my entire bloody life!” He snapped back, the only thing he could say before his consciousness started fading was ”Shit, I’m-”, by then, almost his entire body had faded.
“Fuck” Was the only word that emerged at top of Wisemans mind as he started shooting with one hand and grabbed the girl with the other, luckily barely within reach. “Better try it then kick a bucket here.”
With that Wiseman touched the the box holding an unconscious girl. As he did that he suddenly felt an intense pain running through his body as it started dissolving in similar fashion as Drakov spreading from his arm on the girl and rest of his body. He finished the magazine and as he faded away completely, his consciousness went blank.
From the moment Drakov had lost consciousness, it felt almost like an instant when he came to again. However, when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a quiet scene, an empty corridor. It felt eerily to him and what felt even more was that he could not feel his body. Looking down, he saw that he was practically in mid-air, his limbs assembling together from very tiny particles gathering together from the air around him. The sight made him shudder but he was surprised that all his gear assembled with him properly. Putting aside the freaky reassemble of his body, he observed his surroundings, it was a pretty standard corridor, no tubes containing consciously linked girls or identical-to-detail super soldiers, just plain metal panelling and lighting. Behind him was the sealed door which sort of made things more clear to him but still left him puzzled.
”Talk about a Deus-fucking-ex!” He shouted to himself, remembering the pain he went through. ”Christ, I hope Wiseman ain’t swiss cheese on the other side of that door, he’s got the girl too.” He sat against the door and sighed. ”This is fucking brilliant. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now!? A bleeding underground cloning facility, a squad of Special Ops hitmen and now this bloody teleporting cube that fucking stings!? I’m just a bloody pilot, why was I ever picked for this bleeding assignment!?” Outraged thoughts swirled around his head before he finally calmed down and sat silently.
The same effect started to form as before with Drakov which after a while turned out to be Wiseman and the girl. Wiseman patiently waited for his body and body of the girl to assemble, before he started moving. First thing he did was laying the girl down and checking her vitals, then he pulled an empty mag out of his weapon replacing it with full one, loading a bullet and after that he turned to Drakov.
“Glad to see ya kid. I’m a bit late †˜cause I got to pick up your girlfriend.” He smiled and continued, “How is your ammo? I got 2 mags for PDW and 6+1 loaded for P7.”
Drakov stared over at the girl for a moment before looking over to Wiseman. ”Last magazine, 60 rounds and one chambered. Should last me enough to get out of here. . . wherever here is.” He stood up and held his L21A2 ready.
Their moment’s reprieve was short lived as the sealed door behind them opened. A familiar hail of gunfire raining on them as they took cover against the door’s fixture. The suppression was quite intense with at least two of the SD’s providing burst at a time, covering for their squadmates as they moved up and closed the distance between them and Drakov and Wiseman.
”Well that bloody cancels out my plans.” Drakov shouted as he returned a burst, managing to clip one in the leg in which two came to retrieve him under suppressive fire. The rain of bullets started to wither as it seemed that a few had withdrawn to tend to the wounded. Drakov understood the decisive moment and picked up the girl, making a run to the next door which was open and taking cover behind it’s fixture. ”Keep moving, I’ll cover you.” He called out to Wiseman and he gave conserved bursts from his PDW, his mind a mental counter of bullets in his magazine.
“I’ve got more ammo than you kid. Also you have the girl. Leave things like this to me. Just to be clear that’s an order.” But Wiseman did not waste time Drakov gave him by his fire and moved on, finding and efficient cover.
”Move it Drakov!”
”Goddammit.” Drakov said as he fired another burst and dashed down the hallway. ”You better not fucking leave me here with her!” He called as he progressed through the hall.
Wiseman did not wasted a single shot emptying his magazine. He loaded a last mag into his PDW and the reached for pistol and started firing it. As he reached for a new mag his hand bumped into a hand grenade. “I’d forgot I have those two”, Wiseman thought as he reloaded and threw one of them at their pursuers making a time window for him to retreat and also killing or wounding many Sigma-Dreadnoughts, this single grenade bought Wiseman and Drakov a few seconds they really needed.
As the two ran through the corridors, the doors were shutting off parts of the facility and opening new parts, as if leading the men somewhere. The Sigma-Dreadnoughts kept on their tail, pursuing them mercilessly as they traversed through the constantly changing labyrinth of the facility. Eventually, they reached a wide open room with a shocking scene, an infinite number of cloning vats, containing Sigma-Dreadnoughts in different development stages moved across the room in an endless production line. The two stopped and were struck still by what they were witnessing.
”Bleeding hell, what are these bloody beta’s doing here?” Drakov rhetorically asked, awestruck by the sheer numbers and rate these Dreadnoughts were being produced.
“Dunno, but we have a rare chance to see Lieutenant as a kid. But this number kind of beats that purpose, though don’t you think he was a cute boy?” Wiseman’s voice was dripping with liquid sarcasm and even though the hell they went throught he was in a good mood.
“Damn this is the best shootout I had in years. Can we keep those guys after they’re done with the whole chasing us to death thingy?”
”I’d rather we fucking remove these guys from the face of the universe. I don’t like being shot at, especially when I ain’t got the safety and armaments of my Kolibri.” Drakov said in a harsh manner, obviously annoyed by the situation. Understanding the caliber of their discovery, Drakov turned on his PTT, ”This is Sierra-4 to Sierra-Actual. We’ve located a cloning facility for one Sigma-Dreadnought Project and another unknown, presumably Beta-Savant. Your orders?” Drakov waited for a response.