Cold Hatred (Book 2 & 3 of the Damned of the 2/19th) -Updated and Rewritten

Cold Hatred Part: 16

"We learned that even God hated us. We learned

that we were small and insignificant. I took pleasure

at Aine's instruction at the hands of Alfenwehr.

I had learned a lesson she had not.

Small and insignificant I might be...

but I refused to die easy."

2/19th Special Weapons Group
Restricted Area, Alfenwehr West German
Late Winter- January, 1986
Day 11 of Repairs
Day 3 of the Second Incident
Night

Bomber hit the wall next to me, dragging Levins. Lanks crawled up next, followed by Nancy and Stokes carrying Johnson's stretcher. Meeks came up next, supported by Aine, and King came last.

I hammered on the door, trying to get it to open, yelling at the barracks for someone to open up.

"We'll never make it to the CQ, not with the mountain trying to kill us!" Bomber yelled. The barracks was cutting down on the wind, so we could hear one another, but it was still brutal. "That last hit almost killed me!"

"King!" I bellowed out. King moved over to me, a gust of wind staggering him.

"What?" Another lightning strike blotted out whatever else King said and threw us bodily against the barracks. I groaned, rolled over, and slapped the door. Nancy and Stokes had dropped to their knees and the stretcher tilted dangerously. If they hadn't had used cargo straps to secure Johnson's body to it he'd have fallen off.

"Use the C-4, blow open the door!" I yelled at him, pulling myself to my feet.

"Negative, I open my blasting cap pack, strip the foil, and..." Thunder and lightning, throwing King against me as the air boomed.

We weren't being hit by lightning strikes. We were inside the cloud anchor of the bolt. It surrounded us, making the lightning all consuming.

Aine lunged against the wall. I could see her eyes through her goggles, wide and staring, and I realized I was seeing something I'd never seen before. She was terrified.

"Why aren't we going inside?" she screeched.

"Doors locked," I yelled back.

"We'll never make it to the CQ door!" Bomber yelled back.

Aine stood there for a moment, then squirmed out of her LBE, rucksack, and parka.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

"I can make it! I'm uninjured!" she yelled back, pulling off her helmet, mask, goggles, and Kevlar. She stood there in her winter BDU's only for a moment, then whirled and vanished into the snow.

"What's she doing?" Stokes yelled.

"She's running for another entrance!" King shouted back.

"Spread out, along the building, five meter inter..." I started.

Purple bloomed, I was airborne for a second, and I hit the ground in convulsions, my chest burning and heart hammering. I rolled onto my stomach and managed to get on my knees before the purple hammer of Thor slammed into us again, crushing me against the ground, sending me convulsing again.

I was losing feeling in my legs and arms. My shoulder was on fire, and my left arm in the middle of the forearm. Weirdly enough my gums and teeth hurt.

"The mountain's going to slaughter us, we gotta get inside!" Nancy yelled.

I turned and began slamming the butt of my weapon against the door in a steady rhythm.