2. Work In Progress
�Bugger, get the back way. The front is full of damn N.C. The AMS is set 50 yards from the backdoor, take the spawn tube in the tower and get to that AMS.�
�Aight�
Once again, we get around to Cyssor, a N.C. filled wasteland Deconstruction myself inside the spawn tube and checking my weapons, Punisher, Cycler, and my trusty ammo stockings. The timer elapse time was a fast one, in an instant I was right out of the tubes and out of the invisible bubble that surrounded the AMS. This battle was nothing, I could�ve walked right up to the courtyard with nothing but a Repeater. But I do as I am told, even though I�m smarter than Red.
�BUGGER WE NE-�
BOOM, the AMS lit in flames from a Vanguard just 100yd away.
�Crap that thing is gonna bite me�.,� my feet thought and they brought me right through the back door.
Now safe inside the walls, I run for the command consol. This, a Bio Lab, hopefully my guys are right down the hall. Click. I stepped on something, and something a little round. My eyes shifted downward only to see a deployed boomer, and not a T.R. boomer (�crap.�). I sprinted an nearly too late, the boomer exploded. As I fell to the ground, I noticed a figure move to the side, a blur. He was the one who tried to blow me up.
�Die bitch.�
I wasted him. The little bitch deserved to leave the area, luckily we blew their AMS 15 minutes ago so they couldn�t respawn anywhere near here. I walk more deeper into the hallway, hoping to see no more cloaked N.C. ****. Once I entered the hallway towards the command console, I nearly jumped. I could count around 20 dual-pounder and cycler MAX�s along with a shit load of foot soldiers.
�3:40 on the hack soldiers!� yelled a guardsman. I turned thinking that he needed no help. �Bugger come back here!� (damn it) �You hack?�
�Yes sir,� I replied.
�K then, you see these two grunts here?� Two Pounder MAXs stood in black coverings from what looked like burns from the rocket silos of a N.C. Reaver. �They�re all beat up, I need you to hack that medical station upstairs, and probably the equipment terminal too.�
�Yes sir!�
The two grunts followed me up the stairs, cautiously. They had the right to anyways. Just before the I reached the door, it opened. The two MAXs opened up their gun sacks and then blew the N.C. soldier to hell.
�Thanks,� I stuttered.
They just grunted at me. Hmp, what grunts. We reached the terminals safely untouched (besides of the little encounter with a N.C. nerd). I got both terms hacked without any thank you, they both went on their on doings while I stood guard.
�Are you done yet?� barked one MAXs.
�No.�
�Hurry!�
�Go do something, I�m not done!�
The two MAXs got alittle hostile at this point.
�Get off the fucking term!�
�I will you jack off! GO AND DANCE WITH SOME OTHER FUCKTARD OK?�
�WHY YO-�
Suddenly something cracked. All attention was taken off the MAXs and on to the empty main room.
��Was that you?�
The guardsman�s voice was now the only noise in the room. �Bugger, what�s going on up there? Bugger?� Static filled the head phone.
�Are your jammers on?� I asked.
Both shook their heads. I turned towards the front door and walked outside. A few minutes ago it was jam packed with N.C., now empty and full of Prowlers and foot soldiers along with Reavers over head finding landing spots. Suddenly a big blue beam hit the ground. A big whirling noise followed, everyone stared at it blankly.
�What the-�
Suddenly a big boom could be heard somewhere not too far.
One soldier in big pack of MAXs suddenly burst. �ORBITAL STRIKE!!!�
People all over started screaming and running for their vehicles, Reavers punched their after burns to attempt to fly away, others ran for the nearest rock. Suddenly strands of electricity replaced the beam of light, I ran for whatever I could, and leaped under the stairs leading to the medical term. All that could be seen or be heard was fire and roars of explosions.
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