The Heist of Revelstoke

One Down

I met back up with the guys. "Well, Victoria's nowhere to be found. The Mask is dead, so that's half the effort." I told them, reloading my 1897 Winchester, which still had chunks of brain matter and blood on the end of it.

Eric pointed to the blood. "Is that?"

"Yup."

"And you?"

"Mhm"

"Jesus, man. That's fucking ruthless."

"Let's just find Victoria, get our money, and get the hell off this island, ok?"

We trudged back up to the helipad, and began to look around. All of a sudden, we heard a whoosh of what sounded like a jet engine.

We all turned around in time to see Victoria piloting a Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II. She started to spin up the guns, and we dove for cover. We managed to make it into the elevator, and took it down.

As we got out on the floor, we saw every unit in the compound in the commons room. They all had their guns at the ready.

We started to put our hands up, and someone in the back said "Is not them, stand down!" The sea of guards split, and a familiar looking man walked down the aisle.

Malachi Anatoly took o his helmet and greeted us with a handshake. "W-what? Anatoly?" I said, confused as ever. "Da, is me. You are probably wondering why I am not dead considering whole crowbar in face thing, but I am resilient!" Malachi pushed out his chest pridefully. "I was, however, in the hospital for quite a bit, so..." he rubbed the back of his head. "Enough!" Malachi put on his ever-terrifying helmet, and shouldered a SMAW in one burly arm, and his M249 SAW in the other.
He handed me the SMAW, which felt like it weighed a million pounds. "Now, we will come with you and help ight o that cyka blyat." I hadn't the slightest idea as to what he just said, but I smiled and shook his hand again nonetheless.

As I looked around, I saw the militia soldiers carrying all kinds of weapons. Shotguns, assault rifles, LMG's. I even saw one or two people using compound bows with explosive tips.

"Wow, you guys really do have a lot of guns in this place, huh?" Malachi smiled and patted his M249. "Da." he leaned in close to me. "But this one is favorite gun."

I laughed and he took charge through the compound. He led us out an enormous hydraulic door that led to a little alcove of the island. There were tanks, helicopters, jets, and even something that looked like a hoverbike. "Gentlemen, LOAD UP. THE REIGN OF PARAGON MCMILLAN IS OVER. THE DIABOLOS

REIGN HAS BEGUN!" They all got into vehicles of every sort, and took o to take the ight to Victoria.
Me, the guys, and a couple other soldiers stayed back. Eventually, we heard whooshes and explosions many times over. Victoria flew over us, and somehow patched herself into the loudspeakers of the vehicle-laden alcove. "I cannot believe you would turn against your own leader. You are all SCUM!" she yelled as she spun up the guns and began to ire. "I killed all of your newfound friends! Even that insuerable Ruski bastard Anatoly!"

We ran inside the hydraulic door, but me and the guys were the luckiest. We heard screams of terror and gunire shredding the floor. We came back around the corner, and Victoria's guns were red hot, indicating they had over-heated.

I took that opportunity to aim through the targeting computer of the SMAW.

[LOCKING][LOCKING][LOCKING]

[LOCKED READY TO FIRE]

I pulled the trigger, bracing myself to be knocked on my ass, but nothing happened.

I looked back through the sight, and read out [NO AMMO]. I had forgotten to load the rocket launcher. I dropped it with a thunk.

Victoria laughed as she began to spin up her guns again. Just then, I heard another woosh from above us. Anatoly patched himself into the loudspeakers as well.

"THE DIABOLOS REIGN WILL LIVE ON FOREVER." Anatoly was in a badly smoking Hind, and making his way towards Victoria.

"No matter! You forget who you're up against, Anatoly!" Almost as if it was in slow motion, Anatoly dipped the nose of the helicopter down, and sped it towards Victoria. She spun up her guns and ired into the helicopter. The body of the helicopter exploded into flames, but not before the wreckage smashed directly into the cockpit.

All I could hear was Victoria's awful-sounding screams as her F-35 was taken down to the ground by Anatoly's Hind. She smashed into a gas tanker, and finally exploded in a blaze of glory. Paragon Victoria McMillan was finally dead, at the cost of our newfound friend Anatoly.

I just collapsed to my knees and laid down on the ground, absolutely exhausted. The guys did the same. We were all silent for a long time. "So." Jacob inally said. "Anyone still up for burgers?"