BioMech

Deployment

           There was silence. Darkness. As the transport moved, we all sat in the darkness in complete silence. Waiting. Just waiting for the vehicle to arrive at our destination. The commander, Savoy Galloway was not seated among the troops. He was heading the arrival in the vehicle's cockpit. And he hadn't been talking much today, even to his own soldiers before leaving the base for the mission. Not that it really mattered that much anyway. We all knew what we were doing. We all knew why he were here. We were being sent after a subject to detain and bring back to base. Orders had come down from the top. There was another subject of the trials had passed the threshold and we were to bring them in. We all were given the briefing on the target. According to our source, "dealer" Rolihlahla No'aabi, the target is a male by the name of Marvin Carlo Sanchez. He is of Spanish-British descent, has a Caucasian skin tone, is 32-36 years old, stands 6-feet and 8-inches tall, is complete bald and shaven face, weighs 336lbs, is cover in tattoos, and his profession is as a bodybuilder. We are also told to be warned, and on our guard. He has surpassed results of all previous subjects and has shown the longest duration length of effect before the side effects kick in. Four months and 3 weeks, and 6 days (the average is about 4 weeks- 2 months, record being 2.5 months 3/4ths of the total weeks in a month). Commander Galloway had told to pack up well and be prepared. So, we did. I looked down at my gun. It was a stepdown M4A1 with picatinny rails covered in accessories, and extendable shoulder stock. On the other end of the rifle, was sound suppressor on the end of the barrel, a flashlight on the left side of the barrel end of the rifle, and triangle foregrip on the bottom. By the handgrip and trigger there were three extended magazines attached together. On the top of the gun was a hybrid AGOG holographic sight with the ACOG scope down. And on the right side of the guns barrels as a vertically mounted red do sight, for when the holographic, ACOG, or hybrid scope weren't needed. And finally, on the right of the gun where the bullet casings are ejected was probably the most interesting and eye-catching feature. The ejection port of the barrel was converted by a solid brass catcher. Which catches and holds the empty bulled casing when ejected after being fired off. After looking at my weapon of choice, I brought my hand up and closed it. As I did, I fell into deep thought. 

           "The things these hands have done" I began. "The things I've seen. All the things I've been through. It's been a long journey since graduation high school 8 years ago. And then I joined the army to serve my nation. Only to be discarded and thrown out a after 3 years and left on my own to survive in society with nothing. Where would I be now, had G.O.A.T not approached me and offered my employment and continued service? What would I be today? I wonder..." I concluded with a pause. I lowered my closed hand. "Yet after all this" I began "I can't help bit have pause with some of my work. Especially as of this most recent and (currently) ongoing job. The things I do now," I brought my head up and, as I was against the wall, looked slightly to the right down to the other end of the vehicle where the entrance was, seeing my brothers and sisters in arms. "The things all of us have done as of late..." I pondered. Not thinking anymore on it, I looked down again and saw my dog tags. I still had them on, despite it being years, half a decade in fact, since I was dishonorably discharged and thrown out. And yet, I still keep them. I brought my hand up and held them. Seeing my Serial number, 02232022. My official rank, Lieutenant; just like now...Sgt. Lt technically speaking. And finally, of course, my full name; Herman Joshua Harold, sometimes called H2 or "H-squared", like in math, on the comms. And then I was truly reminded. Of how I got here. Of how I became this. 

           5 years ago. 

Me and my unit were on assignment. We were stationed in a village. This was nothing new of course, it's been done many times now. And I was not worried (that much). I had been with his team for a while, few-couple years (by) now, and these were my brothers and sisters in arms, and all of them were newly made lifelong friends. But recently, the unit had gotten 2 new members; Lieutenant Sethen "Seth" Goru, and lance corporal Ricktus "Rick" Fredrickson. Who were both pieces of work. Immature, inexperienced, and often not agreeing orders. Sometimes to the point of disobedience. After a botched attack on a hostile controlled town, and while we are able to relax and catch our breaths following the liberation of the civies that resulted in most of my team's death. When after a while we heard a gunshot. Me and team leader, Sargent Capt. Bimmer Sargel (sarge-l[low "L" sound])Stonerson aka "Sarge(ent) Brimastone", "Sarge", and/or "Brimstone", went to in to investigate and upon entering the house where the noise of the shot came from we were shocked, perplexed and appalled with what we saw. Sethen on one knee with an assault rifle in his hands, and Rick standing but leaned forward over something, his belt seemingly undone and his pistol in his left hand (he was left-handed after all). And on the ground were two dead bodies of female civilians.