Cold Rot (Decaying Winter Fanfic)

Test Of Competence, Subject: How 2 Build!

The Agents Now Have Gathered Inside, Now Panicking, Whether It Was Really A Rescue Ship Or Just Simply A New Wave Of Agents.

Jorge Now Running Back And Forth, Sweating Out Of His Forehead, Nervous Whether It Was An Actual Rescue, A Passing Ship Or Just A New Wave Of Agents, Because The Agency Thinks The 3rd One Is Dead.

Jorge: Oh Fuck...Be Patient...Be Patient....I CANT BE PATIENT AHHHH!!!

Teresa However Is Rushing To Clean The Barrels Of Her V.U.L.K.A Incase Things Get Dicey.

The Stick Full Of Bandage Cloth Goes In And Out, Several Times, Then A New Barrel.

Meanwhile The Other Like Salome Is...Setting Traps, Specifically Ones That Can't Be Seen, The Traps That He Has Is The One That Can Be Deployed In Emergency and Combat, Visible But Effective, These Ones He's Deploying However Is One That Made Himself, Designed To Be Unseeable.

Russel Was Refilling His Shotgun Shells, And Also His Belt Full Of Shells To Reload His Wrist Blaster.

Muhammad Was Trying To Find A Weapon That Will Be Fast, Deadly And Will Hurt More If He Used It.

Muhammad: Hmmm...Should I Use The Combat Spear...Or The Decimator.
..Hard To Choose.

Timer Before Rescue: 00:16.

Jeremy However Is Trying To Compose Coco And Jorge Because Jorge Is Panicking Which Is Causing Coco To Be Aggravated, And Chase Him And Also Helping Setting Traps And Barriers.

Jeremy: For Fuck Sake! Jorge Calm Down! Marcus! Here's The Shovel!

Jeremy Throws The Shovel Towards Marcus The Blitzer, In Which He Managed To Catch It In The Air And The Stabbed It Towards The Snow Covered Ground.

Marcus Is Planning To Plant Blitzer Bombs Inside The Ground, Cover Them In Snow As Camouflage, And Blow It Up If The "Rescue" Isn't Here To Help.

Jeremy: Damnit Jorge! Calm Down! Calm The Fuck Down! Jetaime Can You Deploy The Rest Of The-

Timer Before Rescue: 00:08

In Space, Above The Atmosphere...

??????: Is The Cage Still Alright?
Said The Man With The Number "SIX" Implanted Onto His Armour, It Is Filled With Scratches And Damage, but Even Damaged Things Still Had It Uses.

A Man In The Dark And Shadowy Parts Of The Ship, Holding A Sniper Rifle In 2 Hands And Then 1 Hand To Gesture A Thumbs Up.

It Seems Whatever Dangerous thing In That Cage Is Now Silent And Sleeping, A Bowl Of Meat Is Next Of Him, With...Whatever's Left, The Bones Weren't Even Spared.

But Y'know What They Say.

The Only Thing More Dangerous Than The Thing Inside The Cage, Is Outside Of It.

A Man Sitting Down, Rage And Insanity Around Him, Holden Down By A Physical Boundary Of A Body, Holding It Down The Best He Can.

The Man In The Seat Sighs And Angrily Grunts And Gets Up To Say: Listen...Six, I Know You Don't Want To Do This, And Besides, You're An Elite, If I'm Not Wrong, Your Allowed To Skip Missions Right? That's One Of The Perks Of Being An Elite Right?

The Man Now Identified With A Codename "Six"  Spoke To The Man Above The Seat: Dexio...Listen, I Don't Want To Do This Too, But It Was A One Time Thing, I...Used It A Long Time Ago.

Now Finally Identified As "Dexio" Bangs The Wall Of The Ship Next To Him, And Says: Damnit, I'm Fine With Killing Criminals Like Scavs Or The Tournament Participants, But I Don't Like Killing People Who Are Innocent! Atleast I Have A Reason To Kill...