Nothing Ever Lasts (Rewrite Demo)

Chapter 2: Infiltration

November 12th
2100 Hours

The flight towards their layover in Alaska took about eight hours. Which wasn't bad, but the weather there was absolutely abysmal. EM-37 had never seen this much snow in his life, and it didn't help the fact that the temperature was negative fifteen degrees outside. It was a god send that his armor had thermal regulation. Otherwise, he would've been a popsicle in less than a minute.

Their layover didn't last long, thank God, and soon they were back in the air. Heading towards the eastern side of Russia where it was all tundra from here on out. From there, their target was just a few hours away.

EM-37 didn't really have much to say on the flight, and his thoughts traveled elsewhere as they reached towards their mission. It wasn't like everyone was up for a conversation anyways. There was still that itching feeling in his mind to just do something, but he doubt that his new teammates wouldn't appreciate it as much as he would.

Just as they were ten kilometers out, Commander Eisenhower stood up.

"Alright Eagles! We are dropping five kilometers out from the target! Deploy your chutes when I command you to and no sooner or later after that! Keep your coms on, and your shit intact. Is that clear!?"

"Yes sir!" They all shouted in unison, except for EM-37. On mission, he was to remain silent unless absolutely necessary, but he gave a nod to signify that he heard the command even though he wished that Eisenhower would stop screaming in his ear for once.

The carrier doors opened, and the rushing wind roared in his ears. It was complete darkness from what he was seeing. He activated his visor again, and could see a loose rope flapping against the wall, as if it was hanging of for dear life. EM knew the feeling all too well.

"Alright!" Eisenhower shouted, "Go, go, go! Move out!"

One by one the team jumped out of the carrier, and EM was the second to last from jumping off. Just as he was about to step on the ramp, Eisenhower grabbed his arm, and forced him to face him.

"Don't make me regret this, soldier," he said in a low and cold tone.

EM stared him down and grunted.

"Wasn't your decision to put me on this team anyways, Commander. Nothing to regret about."

Before Eisenhower got a word in, EM snatched his arm from his grip and jumped from the cargo ramp. He couldn't see a damn thing in front of him as he was falling, but he could see the positions of his other teammates through the visor. The height meter sliding down as they dived. Eisenhower soon followed behind them, and right on time too.

A thought went into his head as the wind rushed past his body. Wouldn't it be funny if his parachute stopped working? A morbid thought for sure, but there was only one way down. At least if he dies, it would be painless so it wasn't like he was going to suffer. One final ride of his life before he made a big red grease spot in the snow.

"Stay in formation!" Eisenhower shouted in his ear.

'I'm working on it,' EM-37 thought as he maneuvered himself into position.

They were having a tight formation, and need to land pretty low on the ground to avoid radar detection. He got into position next to Vasquez and Anderson. Soon everyone was in a loose circle around one another, but still enough distance to make this landing short and quick.

"Altitude at one thousand feet!" Daniels called out.

They were to deploy their parachutes at a hundred feet in the air, and by then the visor would outline the ground. In the distance, he could see the facility, but he needed to focus on the task of landing safely to continue on with this mission. It was still a wonder why the director wanted him on the Eagle's Nest anyways.