Invader Jacob

[Side Story] Silent Retribution

So, here I was, trying to steady my breath while my wounds are trying to heal (some of which are bleeding out). I'm low on ammo and my would be perpetrator is lurking, somewhere. I'm trying with all my might to see but without my NV goggles, I'm just relying on my instincts. What the hell went wrong here!

At the beginning of this...game, I was confident that I would win. I had good body armor, light and durable. I have my NV goggles with some spare batteries in case it runs out or someone deployed an E.M.P. and somehow disabled it. I got my trusty m4, a laser submachine gun, a double barreled shotgun, and a 1911, ready to be used in combat.

My opponents had a similar set up and guns that fit each criteria. As we entered the would be combat zone, I had noticed that everyone had put their game faces on and copied them, some were also putting some ear plugs? Weird, aside from that, I could see just from the eyes that some looked, hollowed. Scared perhaps?

Well, there's no backing out now. We landed in a secluded place in the woods with trees so high it blocked some if not most of the sunlight. There we saw from the windows of our helicopters a three storey building. It looked like an abandoned base of sorts with a logo of the now defunked U.S Military Militia. I looked towards the others and nodded at them. They did as well. The hangar door opened and the ones who were nearest thrown a length rope down. It was unfortunate that there were not enough space for a landing zone but this would do. 

I fist bumped a nearby player next to me as I prepared my body for some friction. I looked at the others jumping of the ledge and descended down the faded grass below. I grabbed the rope and descended. I misjudged by how fast I would be descending and almost let go of my rope but thankfully, my brain did some quick rational conclusion and made me hold the rope tighter, letting my gloves take the blunt of the heat.

As I landed safely below, I began to survey my surroundings, checking to see any hostiles or any sort of threat. I know that the games at the start don't have the enemy at our spawn but I just can't help it man, this place gives me the hibby jibees. 

The rope was quickly returned to the helicopters and it flew away post haste. We checked if everyone was here and thankfully, nobody wandered off nor disconnected. We need all the help we can get.

On our comms, we heard the following from "high command":

"Look alive soldiers, though this base may be old, it still holds a hell of a ton of military secrets that our weapon manufacturers need."

The others started to move towards the entrance, seems like our party leader is doing it proper this time around huh. I followed suit as I unloaded my rifle to see if it had ammo in it.

"Prototype weapons, stolen documents, ammo recipes, blueprints for illegal and highly unethical weaponry, and anything that is hidden from the public 20 years ago is safely kept down here, so do not fail us Breachers."

Turns out, I somehow forgot a recommended attachment on my guns, a flashlight. Hmm, I don't technically need it because of my NV goggles so I got that going for me.

"Tread carefully Breachers, seems like we spotted movement ten klicks north east of your current position, practice caution and good luck."

As we heard the radio click, our leader spoke to us in a "serious" tone.

"Alright men, let's not beat around the bush here, do not act like Rambo and go in guns blazing, lest you'll be like Charlie last round." Leader cautioned us as he redirected our attention to our hot headed champ.

He grumbled in embarrassment as he remembered getting killed looney toons style, by accidentally getting blown up by his own grenade. All of us had a good chuckle before listening to our leader.