War Never Changes

The Shadow of Death

Week 4, Day 1
27th February 2035 Sub Level 13.5
Scythe's POV

I looked over my equipment again for the fourth time, to ensure everything was here. Armor, comms pack, health kit, weapons, throwing knives...shit. I'm missing something...

"Looking for this?" I turned my head and saw X-Ray holding my mini grenades. "Hey, where did you find those?" I remarked. "Found them below your bunk, you told me yesterday you were keeping them there, although it was a bad idea. Lucky you don't blow yourself up..." He replied. "Well, if it's all the same to you, thanks X-Ray."

"Also, take this." Sparks threw me a handgun. I looked it over, a Five-Seven, with a built-in scope and extended magazine. "What's this for?" I queried. "For you. As leader. Guessed that I would let you have it. It has served me well, but I think you should have it."

"Aww, you guys look sweet together." Texas remarked, sitting on the floor to change her scope. She removed her Barrett 50. Cal lens scope for a infrared/night-vision scope. "Interesting choice there...care to tell me why?" Texas looked up and said, "It's going to be dark most of the time. I need a scope. Also I require a spotter for the first few kills. Need to get adjusted to the dark. It'll be our only chance to execute the plan before we are spotted." Texas shook her head, pulling her blonde curls behind her ear, she sighed. "I'll do it. And then you can have what I promised you." Texas turned to look at Sierra, smiling. "Guess I owe you that chance."

"Awwww, thanks..." Wow, those two are confusing. "Ahem, people, time to be squared away soon, time is catching on us." The general walked into the room, still holding the grimace he always had.

"Well, it's time. I can't say that your chances of survival are high, but if some or even all of you come back alive, we'll be sure to hold a ceremony for all of you." The general grunted and pointed toward the door. "Behind this door lies the key to mankind's only hope. You are the catalyst to set everything into motion." He surveyed the group one last time. "It's been an honor see you kids learn the way of life, but now I'm not even sure if we can have it back the way it was." Sierra stood up and shook the general's hand. "It's been my honor to know you general." He saluted and sat down. I stood up and said, "Sir, with all due respect, this mission hinges on us? Isn't there a better way to do this without risking any of our lives?"

"I'm afraid not, Scythe. The scientists have calculated that the probability you kids will survive the trip is 117%. But I can't assure you that the rest of the mission will be easy. That lies within you." I took a deep breath, "I fully understand sir."

Sierra's POV
Watching Scythe was like, watching a hero about to step into the jaws of death. He wasn't afraid, desperate, nervous. He just...was what he is. That is what sets him apart from the rest of the group. What makes him the leader.

I folded my KS-2000 and packed my gear away. I reached down and took out my pendant. I nodded and stood up, reaching to check my sidearm. My LaMG was on my back, along with my Desert Eagle and my secondary .44 Magnum hand cannon.

Meanwhile
Shadow's POV
Outside Army Base

Looks like I'm here. I saw three guards behind the gate and realized that the rest of the guards were out on high alert. But for what purpose? I decided to find out. I walked over to the guards, "Hey guys, I was looking for 7 Downing Street, you guys know where that is?" My bait was immediately taken by the first guard named Ross. "Yeah, go down this street, take a left before the junction." The other two were named Michael and Dan.

"Thanks Ross." I walked away, lighting a cigarette as I went. I went to the corner of the building and took out a pack of cards. This pack was special though, it had more of the suit of hearts than anything else. I took three out and scribbled down their names.