ON HOLD - [Isle, 9] The Mercenary - A Fanfiction

[4] Unexpected Visitors

A/N: Hi I'm here

Riley's POV:

Eugh....I groaned, rubbing my head. Everything hurts. My ears were ringing, and adrenaline was still coursing through my veins from last night. The simulation had partially healed the wound on my calf, but it still hurt like hell. I touched my ears lightly, almost choking out pain.

"Christ on a stick, damn Stan. My ears, ow." I groaned again. This wasn't the first time Stan had fucked up my body. The ringing in my ears was probably the lightest damage I've ever received. The worst would probably be the time Stan had gotten a solid slash across my face, lacerating five separate parts of the left side of my face. My eyes were, luckily, undamaged.

While pondering in my thoughts, I swore I could hear a distant roar, almost. The roar of helicopter blades. I ripped myself out of the bed roll, standing up, binoculars in hand. Sure enough, an army green Little Bird was heading straight for the island. Peering closer, I felt my blood run cold.

There were five armed figures hanging out of the chopper.

Armed men coming to the Isle.

They were coming to kill us.

Grace's POV:

Grace yawned, flicking through the tattered and bloodied pages of the B-Cop beacon manual. Crow had stopped by and dropped it off, both of them were curious to see what it was used for. The radio station operator jolted slightly when the radio's transmission alarm rang out.

"Grace, this is Riley." A voice crackled over the radio. I pressed down on the mic button.

"Grace here."

"Ok, listen, there's a helicopter at heading A5 coming in. I can count 5 armed men. they are probably hostile. I'd say they're twenty ish clicks out. Maybe 15 or 16 minutes till they reach the isle. Thoughts?"

I frowned, leaning back in my chair. "I'd advise against going after them. I want to keep distance between them and us." I unscrewed the cap of my bottle, taking a swig. "How about this? I'll send Fawn and Buck to the landing site, and they'll probe the area."

I sighed in relief when Riley simply grunted in affirmation. I slumped back into my chair, fiddling with my pen. Riley cleared her throat.

"Are you sure that will be a good idea? Don't get me wrong. I don't doubt Buck and Fawn's skills, but are you sure sending two lightly armed individuals against five armed men would be a good idea? They don't look like normal B-Corp guards, they're in different dress." I could hear the doubt in her voice. She sighed, continuing.

"I'm going to go fishing, maybe I'll actually be able to fish something up. I've seen Bryan do it before, it shouldn't be too hard. Riley out."

Fawn's POV:

"Hey Buck, want to help me over here?" I yelled. The man stuck his head out the window of the small hut.

"I'm trying to receive a transmission from Grace. Give me five, why don't you?" Buck rubbed his green eyes.

I groaned in protest, shaking my head. The M16 was jamming again. Buck had already disappeared into the shack. The row of these small, beaten down houses was known as Villa Front, but Fawn knew these huts were far from the large, comforting and luxurious villas of LA. The two had made their homes in two of the huts, only decorated with the essentials. A bedroll, water jugs, ration bars, matches, dried wood, rifle and ammo, lantern, and flood light on the outside. It wasn't much, but the two made do with it.

I barely was able to force the jammed bullet out of the chamber when Buck ran out full gear. I raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

Buck threw me two grenades, pin intact, of course. "We're gonna do some recon. It's really important. Five bandits showed up here, we're gonna see if we need to take care of 'em." The man chambered a shell into his shotgun. "Hope you're ready. We're leaving now." My eyes widened, hastily putting my rifle back together.

"Where'd they land?"

"Around Impact."

"The ship crash? Really? I would imagine they would want more cover. They can't see through the trees and foliage."

"Heat vision?"

"True. But still."

"Yeah, I know. Weird, yes, but it happened. Ready?"

"Yep. Let's go kick some ass."

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I crouched under the rose bush, the thorns almost piercing my hoodie and shorts. The five men were about 500 meters ahead of us, surveying the area. Two of them had reinforced ballistic vests, and the three others wore standard vests. One had a longrifle, one had a standard semi auto rifle, one with an smg, one with a light machine gun. A man with a beret and a man with a hat and shades were standing next to each other. The one in the beret and the one in a black hat were pointing at something on the beret man's wrist.

"You want to do something?" I whisper-shouted to Buck. He shook his head.

Third Person POV:

Commander enabled the tracker on his wrist guard, Medic muttering something about wanting to get out of the open. Sniper was scanning the tree line, watching for movement.

"I think I see something," Spotted mumbled. The man leaned forward. "Ok, two prisoners, about 100 meters apart, 500 ish meters ahead of us. Just waiting around. Permission to engage?" Sniper and Gunner readied their guns. Commander twitched his hand. Permission granted.

The marksman fired two shots in rapid succession, the light machine gunner fired of a burst of five bullets. Buck and Fawn didn't even have time to react. The bullets had already found refuge in the two islander's skulls and lungs. Sniper had placed two clean shots through Buck's cranium, and Gunner's bullets hit into the head twice, the other three burried in Fawn's chest. They were both dead before they even hit the ground.

"Targets down," Gunner announced, slinging his machine gun over his shoulder. Commander jerked his head towards the western horizon, where a lighthouse was sticking out of the haze.

"We're going there. We need to have some sort of beach head structure, and that seems good enough. We'll be able to see pretty well, and we're equipped for close quarters if needed." The man straightened his back, eyes glinting. "Let's go, now."

Riley almost fell over the railing of the watchtower in shock when the loud cracks of bullets crackled through the air. She whipped her head in the direction of the Impact Zone. She realized that it wasn't Fawn or Buck. They didn't shoot those bullets. The sound of a gun firing was so abrupt but ended so quickly. Riley could only think the worst had happened.

Those guys are good. They probably killed Buck and Fawn in a few shots. Scheiße.

Riley fumbled for her radio, skimming hastily through the comm channels to find Fawn's radio comm channel. When the German started pinging the radio, Medic, who was watching the treeline, heard the chiming. The field medic stopped walking, turning towards the treeline.

"You guys hear anything?" The field medic started walking towards Fawn's dead body which was sticking out of the bushes.

"Wait, that's a radio...." Spotter stopped and turned to follow Medic. Both had their guns raised. The body was spurting blood out of the head, staining the matted grass under the body. Medic rifled through Fawn's corpse, yanking the radio out of her pocket.

"Bzz-zt--Fawn--crackle-come in--kshkkk--" The radio went out in Medic's hand. The man cursed in German.

"Scheiße. I wonder who that was. Sounded feminine." Spotter watched Medic as he tried to reboot the radio. Commander walked to the two men, putting a hand on Spotter's back.

"We need to go. It's almost night, and we need to find shelter. When the islanders enter their sleep cycle," The man cleared his throat.

"That's when we'll strike."