Post by Jason McKnight on Dec 29, 2008 1:58:08 GMT -5
".....Repeat, need assistance.....can't hold out much......my God....they're everywhere!"
It was a plead that played across the radio waves countless times since the infection began. The panicked voice on the radio was overrun with the bloodthirsty screams of the infected and the gurgling of their latest victims.
The pilot didn't bother radioing back to the outpost he'd just been talking to. They all knew what they were getting themselves into. Just another day on the job.
That black V-22 Osprey's rotors tilted forward completely, bringing the dropship up to cruising speed. They'd be at the overrun outpost within five minutes.
Jason glanced out the open rear hatch at a darkened landscape that had been lit and alive over fifty years before. They were cruising a mere 500 feet from the ground, just close enough to make out the occasional mass of rampaging infected. A row of four lights flickered on the horizon to the left, no doubt Outcast settlements. He never understood why they put up such resistance to the United. Life would have been much easier had they just set aside their stubbornness and adopted a much more civilized way of life. He still held a great deal of respect for them though...after all, they lived out there without the aid of the government, with neighbors that would love nothing more than to rip them to shreds.
"Two minutes!"[/i] The pilot exclaimed over the loudspeaker. Jason looked down to ensure his M-4 was locked and loaded, and flicked the mounted UV light on and off as a test.
A glance was given down the two rows of seats on either side of the plane to the other five men of his squad. Jenkins was smoking his usual cigar, cradling that hand-held GE minigun in his lap and petting it like a child would their new puppy. It was sick, really.
The others were ready to go, looking to Jason for his usual last-minute briefing. With that, he spoke.
"No different than usual, fellas. The situation's grim. Doubt there's any survivors. Just the usual sweep and clean. If you find any survivors, check 'em over good. If you doubt anything, put them down. Be smart. Don't lose your cool. Hoo-ah!" After recieving five other entheusiastic hoo-ah's, Jason reached down to retrieve that blacked out full-face helmet, putting it on and flicking on the night vision. The two small circular eyes lit up a pale blue and gave him instant darkvision. The others did the same, that same click acknowledging they had turned theirs on as well. The rear hatch slid shut and the side doors slid open as the Osprey came to hover above the roof of the outpost, a fortified hangar on an old civilian municipal airport. Jason glanced out both doors at the ground below, his internal display not singling out any hostiles.
Strange...must all be inside...
He pushed the two rungs of rope out the doors then slung his rifle over his shoulder before sliding down the left rope, his boots landing on the tar-shingled roof with a thud. He immediately brought the rifle up at a ready position, scanning the perimeter of the rooftop as cover for the other Wraiths' decent.
Four other black-clad figures followed suit down the ropes, while Ramos remained in the Osprey to provide sniper cover. Once the others were down and at ready positions, the ropes dropped from the Osprey and it drifted away from the rooftop, beginning its wide cover pattern around the airport.
Jason began towards the roof-access door that led down into the hangar, though came to a stop above five feet away. The others immediately followed suit, leveling their weapons with the door. All of their displays immediately lit up with red dots.....hostiles...
Then came the audible voices...the screaming, crazed, hungry voices. They got louder and louder until they were right at the door, which began to shudder at the continual hits and bashes by the infected. It wasn't long before the weakened door gave in, caving out onto the rooftop. The crazed horde had just started to clamber out onto the roof when they were met with a rain of lead.
The Wraiths opened fire, sending bolt upon bolt of hot lead in their direction.
Just another day at the office....
It was a plead that played across the radio waves countless times since the infection began. The panicked voice on the radio was overrun with the bloodthirsty screams of the infected and the gurgling of their latest victims.
The pilot didn't bother radioing back to the outpost he'd just been talking to. They all knew what they were getting themselves into. Just another day on the job.
That black V-22 Osprey's rotors tilted forward completely, bringing the dropship up to cruising speed. They'd be at the overrun outpost within five minutes.
Jason glanced out the open rear hatch at a darkened landscape that had been lit and alive over fifty years before. They were cruising a mere 500 feet from the ground, just close enough to make out the occasional mass of rampaging infected. A row of four lights flickered on the horizon to the left, no doubt Outcast settlements. He never understood why they put up such resistance to the United. Life would have been much easier had they just set aside their stubbornness and adopted a much more civilized way of life. He still held a great deal of respect for them though...after all, they lived out there without the aid of the government, with neighbors that would love nothing more than to rip them to shreds.
"Two minutes!"[/i] The pilot exclaimed over the loudspeaker. Jason looked down to ensure his M-4 was locked and loaded, and flicked the mounted UV light on and off as a test.
A glance was given down the two rows of seats on either side of the plane to the other five men of his squad. Jenkins was smoking his usual cigar, cradling that hand-held GE minigun in his lap and petting it like a child would their new puppy. It was sick, really.
The others were ready to go, looking to Jason for his usual last-minute briefing. With that, he spoke.
"No different than usual, fellas. The situation's grim. Doubt there's any survivors. Just the usual sweep and clean. If you find any survivors, check 'em over good. If you doubt anything, put them down. Be smart. Don't lose your cool. Hoo-ah!" After recieving five other entheusiastic hoo-ah's, Jason reached down to retrieve that blacked out full-face helmet, putting it on and flicking on the night vision. The two small circular eyes lit up a pale blue and gave him instant darkvision. The others did the same, that same click acknowledging they had turned theirs on as well. The rear hatch slid shut and the side doors slid open as the Osprey came to hover above the roof of the outpost, a fortified hangar on an old civilian municipal airport. Jason glanced out both doors at the ground below, his internal display not singling out any hostiles.
Strange...must all be inside...
He pushed the two rungs of rope out the doors then slung his rifle over his shoulder before sliding down the left rope, his boots landing on the tar-shingled roof with a thud. He immediately brought the rifle up at a ready position, scanning the perimeter of the rooftop as cover for the other Wraiths' decent.
Four other black-clad figures followed suit down the ropes, while Ramos remained in the Osprey to provide sniper cover. Once the others were down and at ready positions, the ropes dropped from the Osprey and it drifted away from the rooftop, beginning its wide cover pattern around the airport.
Jason began towards the roof-access door that led down into the hangar, though came to a stop above five feet away. The others immediately followed suit, leveling their weapons with the door. All of their displays immediately lit up with red dots.....hostiles...
Then came the audible voices...the screaming, crazed, hungry voices. They got louder and louder until they were right at the door, which began to shudder at the continual hits and bashes by the infected. It wasn't long before the weakened door gave in, caving out onto the rooftop. The crazed horde had just started to clamber out onto the roof when they were met with a rain of lead.
The Wraiths opened fire, sending bolt upon bolt of hot lead in their direction.
Just another day at the office....