Fragile Soul (Tactical Article x Land of the Lustrous)

Chapter 1: Somewhere In Nevada

Somewhere Above Nevada

Third Person POV

Above in the skies of Nevada flew a huge gray cargo plane. And well, within the plane lies our four protagonists... Arctic, Bravo, Delta, and Echo. Four mercenaries/assassins who were just booted off their own mission for being considered a liability. Now let the MADNESS begin.

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Within a large crate in the plane, a large hand punched out of the box along with three others as a box bursts open and the four members rolled out of the box gasping for air.

Bravo: We're on a PLANE!

Arctic: No shit Sherlock...

The Squad quickly gets onto their feet and inspects their surroundings to see where exactly they are. As Bravo said before, they're on a plane, it's that simple.

Delta: What did Status Quo do to us?...

Bravo then turns around and looks at his ass to see a fuzzy dart that punctured it.

Bravo: OOH, They gave us badges!

Everyone else turns to look at their shoulders as they all see a fuzzy red dart punctured into them.

Arctic: Not badges.., Tranquilizer darts. Doc, that low down dirty dog is trying to kick us off the mission.

Arctic slowly shambles his way to the other side of the plane's storage and stand on a box to give him that one leader moment.

Delta: He thinks we can't complete the mission because we're just "rookies".

Arctic: Well we started this mission with our own blood, sweat and tears, it's us who started it, and if anyone's gonna destroy Project V01D, It's us!

Delta: But Arctic, we've gotta be 5 miles up, that pretty much limits our options.

Arctic: I make my own options...

Arctic says determination and pride as he slams a big red button causing red lights to flash all around the plane and the haul to open up. Air began to leave the plane at rapid rates as it began sucking out all the boxes and items in the planes, along with the squad who were unprepared for what happens next.

Delta: AAhHH!

Echo: HEH HHEHH!

Bravo: WWHHHAAAA!

The Squad begins free falling around in the air as boxes all around them scatter in random directions but the squad still being a squad managed to stay together. Delta slowly swims over to Arctic during this time.

Delta: Brilliant move Arctic, but now we seem to be outside the plane...

Arctic: Welp, I kinda got caught up in the moment.

The squad's free fall only gets worse as their speeds begin to pick up towards the floor of Nevada.

Arctic: Ok Echo, your turn to pick up the slack!

Delta: Uhhhh

Bravo: Oh, why don't we catch that plane.

Bravo says with a shit eating grin as he points to a plane that is rapidly approaching the squad at such a perfect height.

The Entire Squad: AAAHHHh!

Almost immediately everyone is comically pressed against the window of this plane face first when the pilot clicks a button on his plane.

Pilot: Grunt Strike... log it...

The windshield wipers appear from the plane and proceed to sweep off idiots from the window as they begin skydiving once again.