"T-minus 3 minutes till' landing," I hear on the comms as my eyes slowly open, revealing the pitch-black scenery of the Turkish oceans. I stretch, attempting to wake myself up both mentally and physically, as our speedboat nears our objective, port Haydarpasa. I stare out into the open, the dark waters littered with patches of lights, as sea lanterns drift loosely from their anchors. In the distance, the silhouettes of fishing boats and oil rigs are barely visible against the inky black horizon, seeming like shadows of the daytime. Jarrod nudges me and tilts his head towards the port a few miles away from us, its beacon of light gradually growing in stature as we zoom towards it. The port looked magnificent; its bright, jovial lights of yellow and white gleamed in the darkness, as ships of all sizes and forms docked next to and within it, their multi-coloured cargo being offloaded by blood-red cranes that seemed like toothpicks from afar. I had always dreamed of visiting Turkey, but not quite like this. Not under these circumstances, at the very least.
Maxwell loads and cocks his rifle with a resounding metallic spring sound, Sakura watches, gripping her rifle. Despite wearing her jumper's hood, strands of her silky, short, jet-black hair still managed to wave and fritter via the wind's influence. Ashleigh said nothing, simply clicking a fresh magazine into her pistol and cocking it. Jarrod flipped on his night vision to check if it was functional and immediately removed it as the lights from the port singed his eyes out, causing him to curse in Swedish and rub his eyes profusely. I chuckle, causing him to give me a dirty look. I pull back my rifle's bolt handle, inspecting the chamber I had greased earlier today. I release it, causing it to clunk back into its original position.
The boat hung in the air every couple of seconds due to its rapid speed in such turbulent waters, causing miniature cascades of water, thousands of drops, to coat us. I shiver, and despite the waterproof suit I was wearing underneath my vest, I still felt the icy cold water trickle down the surface of it from the outside. We ready ourselves, as we approach our target, the unsuspecting HIVE troops patrolling the docks within our view, their black, slender figures contrasting heavily with the illuminated wonderland behind them. The boat decelerates as we skid ashore with minimal grace and comfort, miraculously avoiding a collision with any of the nearby boulders on the beach. We disembark, making our way up the gloomy beach towards the port. We had landed below the port in order to avoid any direct contact and thus avoid setting off any alarms. Jarrod crouches and uses his bolt cutters to pry open a hole in the metal fencing that surrounds the port. We enter, stacking up against a red crate left on the outskirts of the port, me at the front of the group. I point at Maxwell and Sakura, gesturing for them to flank the right side of the port. They nod and still crouching, make their way across, being careful not to attract any attention. I turn to see Ashleigh already making her way to a vantage point. I sigh. She really is a lone wolf. Jarrod shoves my back slightly, letting me know he's with me. I sigh and nod, as we make our way further inward into the port, our rifles at shoulder height.
As we approach the suspected shipments, I peek around the corner of one of the crates, and I spot several HIVE mercenaries surrounding the deliveries. They all wear the same uniform, consisting of a gasmask, black trenchcoat with yellow stripes down the sides of the arms. The outline of bulletproof vests underneath their coats is visible. I aim down my 1x holographic, teeing up the perfect shot of the guard nearest to us, staring out to the Turkish oceans from the edge of the port, when Jarrod suddenly rushes out of cover and takes him out from behind with a knife, covering the trooper's mouth in the process. As Jarrod lays him flat on the ground carefully, I sprint over to him. "What are you doing?! I didn't tell you to take him out! You could've been seen!" I scold him in a whispering tone. He stares at me nonchalantly as he pulls the knife out of the corpse, causing blood to ooze out of the corpse's back immediately, staining his grey uniform. "You take too long, bebis ansikte. Anyway, why would I take orders from someone as young as you, huh? Getting special privileges just because you're 'gifted'."
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My Classmate is a Killer (Unfinished)
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