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Pilot.
[====== Charles ======]
2079.
North Korea.
Operation White Waters.
"Wolf pack, What is your ETA?"
"Near the 2 Minute mark Ghost Ops."
Long green grass flowed back and forth. Trees were a Green Blur. I pulled Up on my control stick. I sighed.I checked the guage. 700 Mph. Here we go again. I'm the experiment in a live war zone. Infused with nano tech, i could form anything with my tech. Tanks, guns, jets, missiles, nukes, Yeah. So im a test dummy. And what sucks is that now, I cant die. You might think in the current situation its great. And it is. To a degree. I also get to watch my team-mates die in front and around me.
Totally awesome. I wrench my attention to the task at hand And focus.
WE NEED AIR SUPPORT NOW!!!! WHAT IS YOUR ETA?
"Over head of you. Coming in hot. Wait..... Tave evasive actions! They've got Motars!!!"
3 Rockets launch into the air. I dodge right. My wingman and best friend Mike isnt so lucky.
"IM hit!!" His wing erupts into flames and thick smoke.
"Mike!!!! I slightly gasp.
"It's ok..." He says. And pulls back up still smoking. "I'm still go-" His jet erupts in flames and metal. "Michael!!!!" I scream. "Charles.... he's gone." Jackie says watching his plane erupt in a missive fire ball. "Hes... gone." She sniffles and holds in a sob.
"No... He can't be! He was.... Our brother...." I sniffle a little. I... Have to focus. I can grieve another time. I pull a sharp left turn. 2 Allied tanks fire upon the enemy force if foot soldiers, tanks, cars, and turrets.
"Mark a target!" I yell, Rage now filling my whole body. "I've got the tank in your 3." She says, a hint of annoyance and rage in her voice. As she breaks off from me and vere right, I vere left, into a cloud of bullets and missiles. It dosent worry me though. It's Jackie who I'm worried about. She, has powers too, but not like me. She CAN die. But she's too me to lose. Then I hear her voice over the Its coming from one of the nearby tanks. Fear and worry is obvious in her voice. I smile a little despite the situation. A sigh, and a change of tone. "Alright. I'll get back to blowing up cars.." I focus, and launch a air to ground missile at a tank. As I look back just in time so see it impact, shake, and rip the tank inside out in a massive fireball. A small stream of satisfaction flows though me.
I'm gonna avenge you Mike..... As I fly over a group of enemy soiled and unleash metal hell upon them.
[==============| Chapter 2 Jackie |================]
A gash in my back spilled blood. She was running. 5 men chased Me. I was tiring. I couldn't keep this up for much longer. Then I saw the metal blue and orange helicopter. Charles... My hopes filled. I ran faster, I was almost there, And suddenly he took off. Wha...? "Charles! Please! Stop!!!" He lifted and flew out of sight. Crushed and defeated, I just sat there, reaching out to where his copter had been a minute ago. As I heard footsteps rapidly approach, I didnt care anymore. Suddenly, a sharp blade enter my back and erupted out of my stomach. Sheer pain, and shock hit me. No screams, no yelling, because the blade wasn't a normal one. It was Riptide. Charles' Personal blade. I slowly turned around, to meet his reflective orange shades and cocky grin.
"Nite Jackie." He pulled out his Pistol and pressed it against my head, and before I could utter a word, it all went black.
I gasped for air. I sat up drenched in sweat, covered in my pink sheets, back at the airbase. Charles burst though the door. His face held the ever so rare emotion of worry. Just a dream.... I sighed.
"Another dream?" He asked still worrying, walking over to me.
"Yeah..." I replied, a little shaky. I glanced at his blade still strapped to his back.
"It was about me again wasn't it?" He quietly asked. I blushed.
"Jackie, your face already tells me. So no need." He quietly said then added in a lighter tone, "Today's the day." Was it really the 19th?? We get our augmentations today. All four of us. Me, Charles, Chesca, and Mike. Ugh, I swear... Chesca should get off my back sometimes. Sheesh.
"I'll leave to let you get changed." He gets up and smiles as he shuts my door on the way out. I get out of bed, and start to change thinking about the day ahead of us.
[=========Charles============]
Anger burned throughout my body. Flowed through it. Reached each little part of me. I griped the flight stick harder. I pulled hard left. As I whipped around and saw another tank, I unmercifully launched three missiles. As I watch them rocket towards the tank, my satisfaction grows. As I watch the tank fly apart in shattered shards, I hear something that nearly makes me jump.
"This is- Crrkkk!-Mike." I'm safe. Brok-Crrkkk-Leg, But I'm good. Pick me up at-Crrkkk-on left side of the hill. Over and -Crrrkkk!" No words were heard though the radio after that. Not a singe sound could be heard. As if, for a moment, the battlefield was Hushed. The tank bullet shattered it, And we all shook off our shock, and carried on.
"Angels! Up in the sky, Watch out! RPG!! Bottleneck, On your 7!! Hostile! We have enemy Helos Spotted! Sonic! Take him out!
You see, we don't call each other by our real names. If someone wanted to listen in to us, They could track us down and Destroy our organization. Yeah. I had one too. Sonic3ze. But Sonic for short. I pulled Right. I could see them now. Two choppers. Both armed to the teeth with missiles, Turrets, gatling guns, Yeah. I thought for a moment, I could make kore missiles, but that would take a while. I thought for a moment then ejected. The camoflouged jet connected with the helicopter. The wings ripped, exploded, hit the rotors of the helicopter next to it, and both were in flames, headed downward. Smoke rising from the metal wreckage. As I slowly fell back down, I created a new jet. The A-10 Warthog. I grinned. Probably the only time I get to use it. It WAS one of my favorite jets.... Ground support, 10 missiles, a gatling gun? Oh yeah. As I hopped into the cockpit, I grinned at the sleek new controls. I barreled down the flat grass, lifting off before I hit an ally tank. I grinned. This... Was goi g to be fun.
 sonic3ze · Wed Oct 03, 2012 @ 12:48am · 1 Comments |
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