Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 3 Part 1: Grounded In Hell

Sierra's POV

"Do you think we have a chance to fight, even against him? Do you have any idea if we have any chance against someone like him?" Scythe asked, pushing in the code to the console. Even if he knew what we were looking for, it probably wouldn't help much to aid us in the defeat of this treacherous foe.

So I has discussed this with the General and activated a strike force team, consisting of Dallas, Karma and I.

The three of us would be on our way to our first outing in a few hours actually. I look forward to seeing what evidence we can pull.

Meanwhile, the general sent over mission debrief to Gamma and Scythe, both promptly left and got their gear ready. Texas followed Riot into the mess hall and I placed my suit on standby. I left to collect my weapons and donned my ronin outfit. I would go in as my traditional suit, seeing as I would be in Japan, it only felt right.

Keeping my twin katanas and sheathing my dual short blades, I placed my suit under reconstructive upgrading while on the way to the broken foundry. 

Upon arrival, I jumped into my suit and rushed off. Karma held the back while Dallas set up sniper cover. I quickly blended into the shadows, snuck around a corner and leapt to the roof. 

"Undetected, move up." I called. 

Dallas acknowledge and moved up. Karma trundled forward, while I continued to scout the area.

Dropping into the second building, I caught sight of a guard and blended into the shadows. I pinged Dallas and he gave a response, followed by a whisper and a thud, I crawled forward and finished the job. I wiped down my sword and sheathed it.

Eden's POV

One week prior...

"You think we are ever going to catch a break, you know, relax and really enjoy peace?" I asked Texas as we walked down to the Arena. Texas sighed and kept looking forward, while I brazenly sharpened my knives with my handheld whetstone. She had recently got into a heated argument with Century over Riot and Gamma, which I find to be as confusing and irritating as Sierra's mouth. 

I placed my whetstone back into my pocket and stowed my knives away. I saw Riot holding a grenade, tossing it into the firing range, exploding and knocking down three targets. Sierra was behind him, firing at the programmed soldiers that dotted the holographic projection.

"Hmm...maybe if we, oh, i don't know, actually took the offensive, we would have eliminated them by now!" Sierra yelled at Riot, who promptly tossed out more grenades before he slapped on his guns and charged forward, shattering three more projections with a sweep of his rifles. Sierra decided to take the high ground and take out a few more of the enemy with his high-powered rifle, while simultaneously backflipping to avoid incoming bullets. 

"Not the best plan, definitely could use some work. I suggest a more, forward plan, one that involves a slightly more, defensive approach to the attack, I mean, the best offense is always the best defence." Riot exclaimed, throwing down his bubble shield, casting himself in a protective field. The shield could in fact take a considerable amount of punishment, withstanding up to a couple high powered rockets. 

Where there was smoke, there was fire, and soon flames engulfed the shield, increasing the temperature of the shield up to about 180 Fahrenheit. Sierra wanted to try and take out the flamer, but ended up taking the flames directly to the chest, Sierra instead shrugged it off and ran back to cover.

"I don't think this is the right way to do it Sierra...You know, personal stuff." I pushed Sierra way with one hand, covering my now tear-soaked face with the other.