"My chest...,it's so heavy..., hard to breathe....,must get up fast....fast....come on....okay....don't panic....calm down....breathe....good good. Now try to make some light source. Okay let me see...,my pockets, I must have something there. Berk tried moving his right arm down his light armour kevilar. He felt a lot of pain comming from his shoulders. If he moved them a little more they would pop out.
Slowly and painfully he reached his right pocket, he felt the lamp but he needed more strength. With one push he grabed the lamp and his shoulder poped. At first there wasn't any pain but when he tried to turn on the lamp his arm started to cramp.
The light illuminated the hole he was buried in. With little movement he tried to find a way out.
After a few minutes he saw a cracked brick witch cowered an opening. Berk tried to kick it a few times but eventually the brick cracked witch caused it to fall on his head.
With a poped shoulder and bleeding scalp he exited the rubble. He couldn't see Alan. Breathing heavily he walked to the last point where he saw him.
"Alan..., Alan...., come one you dipshit don't hide." Berk started to worry. Ten minutes have passed and at last he found his head split by a rock but still alive and shaking.
Removing the rocks and debris he made room for Alan to lay down. Berk started the basic life support procedure.
"Dipshit you alive"? Seeing his eyes open he tried to make him concious.
Alan just rumbled.
"Good you didn't die. Wait here I am going to open the door."
Getting to the door was hard as hell but opening it will be worse.
"Okay.... okay... it's a hermeticall door so that means it can survive a nuke blast. I will need to find a lever or switch or something." Looking around he didn't notice that someone came out the hermeticall doors. That person grabed him from behind pushing him to a wall with a gun at his head.
"Who are you"? He asked Berk holding him tight.
"F.O.X. company, i am..."
"I don't care who you are, what the hell do you want"? He asked letting him go and holstered his Skorpion submachine gun.
"Me and my friend managed to dodge some kind of laser. He is hurt, I need to help him".
The man looked me in the eyes, his dark hair and eyes fit in the darkness.
"Fine come in, but my rules. Ruzumes drugar."
"Razumem". Berk answered with a salute.
A lot of hours have passed. Alan wasn't waking up.
They were in some kind of command centre.
A few people were typing on their computers and some of them were sitting at a table with a lot of maps and charts.
"What has happened"? Berk asked the man.
"The Franks launched a P.E.N.... a laser. We are retaking the area in a few minutes. An artillery strike has been launched on our position. Then our support army is moving in. We are expecting their scouts first and then their main force. And that is about all I am informed of. Anything else?"
"Whell no... but actually yes, one more. Who is in charge here?" Berk asked while looking at the people around him.
"Major Ivanovich he is the old guy with the bald head. Don't mess with him. I'm off so you stay here or explore the tunels. They run 50km in every direction....so have fun".
He gave me a salute and ran of to my right.
Berk sat next to Alan who was wrapped in bandages but breathed witch was good for a start.
Berk got tired and is preety damn beet up so he found a field bed assembled it and went to sleep. Or tried to, because a lot of things have just happend.
He started to think about Alans and his first spec ops mission.
It wasn't long ago, before they came to the north point front line.
Their mission was to rescue a rebel allie, who was behind the front and deep inside enemy territory.
The rebel has started to raly up people for a strike. A total civil war. But then the new type of soldiers interfered, the 2 meter and 3 meter high robots. There were 5 of them with a lot of police officers in the field against the riot force. They started to kill people, the robots ripped people apart tosing their parts at the rest to make them panic and run. It was hell. So we went in,our job was to extract only the rebel or agent 1.
He was a calm guy, very charismatic. We dropped in with our new sky-high launch transport. It is a big cannon, but its shells were capsules where a person would sit. It would launch you and rotate in air automatically so that you land legs down head up.
It would make a lot of noise and a shock wave, moving and killing anything to approximately 10 meters.
So when we droped down behind the police and the robots I was equipped with a submachine and a LAW rocket launcher. But the robots weren't only used for close quarters they had big machene guns or rocket launchers or one had a 2 meter sword.
I fired my LAW at the one robot but i just ripped his arm of causing him to fire inaccurately hiting the robot next to my right. The one milion dollar shot. The robot to my right was the one with the sword, the bullets didn't kill him but bought me time to get trough the two robots and find Alan.
"Did you see that", Berk yelled at Alan who finished of one robot with his granade launcher," I got two".
"Yea...yea... big deal, now where is the agent, we need to find him before they nuke the city".
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Science Fiction"You see blury things, you can feel pain, you can't move, you are alone and it is humid. Footsteps are ehoing, they are coming closer. Your heart is pounding. Someone or something is standing above you. Your wision returns and you see..." the prophe...
