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107 - Marionettes, Inc.

 
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 1:29 pm    Post subject: 107 - Marionettes, Inc. Reply with quote Add User to Ignore List

“What the hell is Karn doing?” Jet asked, partly to his new teammates and partly to his handler, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth didn’t answer. She was still upset that Colonel Moses had pushed Jet into the armored soldier program when he was still recovering from his fight with Zacharias. Further, he idolized the Freedom Fighters, it made no sense to send him to fight them.

“Not our business,” another of the men said.

There were five of them total that had been dispatched to Ohio. They had never met Karn, or anyone else, for that matter. No one even knew they were there outside of a few in Akigiyama. Jet was among them, number 5. He was the youngest of the group and the last to get fitted for the unique armor. His was thin, capable of stopping light fire but not as powerful as some of the armor the others wore. It didn’t need to be, it helped him blend in. He could climb buildings and leap from rooftop to rooftop.

The man speaking was number 1, the leader of the group. “We’re just here in case the Freedom Fighters get involved, and to make sure this is as profitable for the company as possible.”

Jet lied back on the mattress that had been pulled onto the rooftop. The building overlooked the river. They could hear the sounds of people scrambling, but none of them concerned themselves with it. Near the edge of the roof, 2, the lone woman of the group, held what looked to be a massive cannon over her shoulder. Her suit seemed designed solely to support the use weapon, but it was unlike any Jet had seen before. It had a long barrel and she gloated that it could shoot accurately well across the river, although Jet couldn’t see how.

“Boss, looks like there’s a boat coming across,” 2 said, glancing back at 1.

1 shrugged. “So? If you’re bored, shoot it down, just make sure no one can see you.”

A grin crossed 2’s face and a visor came down from her mask and covered her eyes. Calculations and diagrams flashed in front of her, showing wind speed and distance and direction, temperature and just about anything that could affect the shot. The gun whirred on, a dull hum gradually growing louder and louder before she fired, or at least Jet thought she was.

“Why do we have to be secretive? It’s not like we’re doing anything illegal,” 4 asked.

“We’re not hiding because we’re illegal, we’re hiding because these idiots need to believe they did it themselves,” 1 responded annoyed. It wasn’t their place to question Kaiser’s motives.

On the water, the watch on the boat never even heard the shot that killed him. He was immediately impaled with a spire that shot him overboard. By the time he hit the water, it was too late, the rail gun had already pierced the hull several times over. None of them had a chance to see who might be shooting at them, they had already began to sink.

“What’s that thing fire?” 3 asked.

2 wasn’t paying attention. She was grinning widely as the magnetic chamber whirred, launching what looked akin to railway spikes through the chest of someone who had run on deck. About a minute later, she stopped firing, but the chug-chug-chug sound of the gun firing could still be heard.

1 stood up suddenly, not answering the question as he put his hand to his right ear. He held up his palm and everyone looked to him. “Yes, sir,” he told his handler before looking over the team. They were the armored special forces, some of the best Akigiyama had at their disposal.

“The Freedom Fighters have invaded Neo-Pandemonium,” 1 said dryly. The other looked at each other for a moment, but only Jet looked worried. “It is known that they’ve held conference with Croft. I’ve received the order from Colonel Moses, we’re to teach them a lesson.”

“A lesson?” Jet asked, a bit worriedly.

He looked around to see the others donning and activating their power armor. 1 looked at him annoyedly. “Our mission parameters have changed. We’re no longer going to wait for them to destroy each other, we’re going to take out One Nation ourselves.”

Jet nodded and hurriedly began to put on his armor. It was now going to be time to kill.

* * *

A large boot kicked in the back door to the suburban home, sending splinters of wood falling to the ground.

“Move! Take cover!’ Marco yelled, watching as Costanza and Scott rushed in, weapons raised as they cased the house.

“No residents,” Scott said after a few minutes. “Recent evac, or maybe a safe room somewhere. No signs of firearms.”

Logan ran in a few minutes later, panting heavily. Marco pushed him in and slammed the door. “Keep up, Logan. You volunteered to come against medical orders, but this is war. We can’t wait for you.”

Logan panted and looked up. “S-Sorry, Sir.”

“Don’t apologize,” Marco responded harshly as he walked to the kitchen. “Scott, take the upper level, try to determine what houses the Ohioans have taken. Cost, barricade the entry ways and set up the radio relay. Logan, set up in the kitchen. If any men are injured you’ll work there.”

Logan shook his head. “The kitchen? I need a sterile environment, an operating table…”

“You have a sink and a kitchen table,” Marco yelled back. “Quit complaining. I have more important things to worry about than you bitching. These guys are armed with AKG weapons, not hunting rifles. They’re either mercs or a lot better funded than we thought.”

Logan let out a sigh and rubbed his chest. It hadn’t been that long since Tyne impaled him. While he was technically healed, the wound still hurt. He shouldn’t have volunteered, but he didn’t want to stay behind while Marco led the others off. He unpacked his tools on the kitchen table as Marco began to talk with the other One Nation soldiers.

“They’re armed just as well, but these are mercs and scared locals,” Marco began to relay to the other field leaders. “Press them and they’ll run. Get any found civvies out of these homes, we can’t let them get caught in the crossfire!”

Cost glanced at Marco. “Relay is set up, we should be able to command field units from here. The signal can’t reach main base though.”

Marco yelled to Logan. “Is there a phone there?”

Logan looked and found a handset. Amazingly, it somehow had a dial tone. “Yeah, don’t know if it’ll reach there though.”

Marco walked over and put it to his ear. “Not your job to know, we’re sending over a man, had a stray bullet catch him in the leg.”

Logan nodded and readied his tools as Marco dialed. After a few minutes, a high-pitched squeal came from the received. Logan covered his ears and looked at Marco, who was holding the phone away. “In case the wire is tapped,” he explained. “It’ll ring in their ears for a good minute.”

Logan rolled his eyes as Marco began to speak, presumably with Croft. Logan couldn’t catch what they said, as they seemed to be speaking in some sort of code. Before too long, Marco hang up and went back to the living room. He didn’t have time to really listen as the soldier who had been shot walked in, leaning against another who sat him at the table.

“Hold on, this is going to hurt,” he instructed.

Inside the den, Marco spoke over the radio to the other soldiers. “We’re going to sweep the houses on the other side of the street. One at a time, from each end. If anyone is armed, shoot them. My current position will remain the field HQ,” he commanded. “Take any supplies you can carry and we’ll press in further.”

A scream from the kitchen made Marco jump. It was getting eerily quiet and he had forgotten about the man Logan was treating.

“Warned you,” Logan said smugly as Marco rolled his eyes. The sun was rapidly going down. Marco ordered the troops on the perimeter to begin the sweep at twilight.

“With any luck, we’ll be out of here by morning.”
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