What Makes Us Human (Titanfall fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Hospital for souls

"Right, Jump Kit." I lean out of the door looking down the hallway in both directions, confirming that it's clear. However as soon as I step out four riflemen turn the corner and storm towards me. I throw up the pistol in their direction, just as they open fire. I'm pelted with a hailstorm of bullets, my legs arms and torso are riddled with holes. Something clicked in my head and with the last of my strength I raise my left hand and as the last bullet went through my palm, the blazing blue vortex shield appears and begins to suspend the last of the volley in front of my face. Huffing and panting, I wait for the storm to clear, and just as it does my strength leaves me and I fall to the floor. As my arm falls the shield drops and all the collected bullets fire off like a shotgun through the hall, dispatching all four rifleman in an instant. I hit the floor, which if it was my bed, would have been a satisfying flop but instead it hurt, a lot. I think I'm at the end of my rope. I'm riddled with holes and have no strength and I think that's my blood I see pooling below me. This is the end. Then, I hear a little voice in the back of my head. Link to pilot complete. The core inside me, is sentient. Protocol 1. Error. Protocol 2. Error. Protocol 3. Protect the Pilot. Initiating Stim. This isn't possible. My wounds are beginning to heal, I can feel my strength returning quickly. I begin to rise to my feet. My white and green speckled hospital gown was now riddled and tattered with bullet holes and drenched in blood. Pilot ID recognized. Allen Ace, call sign Black Jack. Pilot Ace, are you alright? "I'm fine. Never better actually." Good to hear. I'm detecting several more groups of hostiles in the facility. One enemy pilot has been located in the facility equipped with a functioning jump kit that will satisfy your body type. I suggest you retrieve it. "Okay. No time to think just act." Are you ready Pilot? "Yeah, lets do this." Feeding map data to retinal display. With that last command, my vision flashes  showing red lines highlighting open doors and enemy targets. A full deep scan of the entire facility. Vortex shield running at full capacity, and at your disposal Pilot. "Right lets go." I start to run with speed I've never known. I drop down into a slide, kicking down a door to the next hall. As I slide in I see Three heavily armored targets. All in a second I wonder how I'm going too get three wonder shots into the targets only vulnerable points, which is the neck. Adrenaline dump initiated. With this command, the world begins to slow around me. I didn't take the time to wonder and while I watch my targets slowly turn, I line up my first shot. With a sweet pull of the trigger I can barely see a bullet pilot through the air, finding its mark with a satisfying spray of blood. The slide resets and I take aim at my next target. A gentle squeeze sends another bullet sailing towards the flesh of the mans neck. With another satisfying eruption of blood, I shift to my last target. As I still slide, I shift my weight to my right side, aiming down the sights to line up one more perfect shot. With a quick trigger pull the last shot finds its mark with an almost majestic blood splatter. The world returns to its normal speed, and without missing a beat, I climb back up to my feet and continue to run forward further down the hall. "Mark target with jump kit." I say busting through door after door. Target highlighted. There was an orange figure further down the hall behind the last door. Without stopping I ram through the door at full force, breaking it into shards and knocking my target against the wall. He tries to get back up, but I quickly sweep his legs keeping him down. I am my pistol. Click. No ammo. I attempt to punch his temple, but he quickly rolls away, making my fist contact the floor, cracking the tile and my bones. Severe trauma detected, initiating STIM. I can painfully feel my bones mend as my opponent returns to his feet. We both look to our right where his rifle lays on the floor, then back at each other. He draws his sidearm as I run towards the gun, dropping into a slide to grab it. I feel a bullet barely graze my backside and my ear as I slide to collect the gun on the floor. I throw out my legs and aim in a prone position and unload the magazine of the rifle into the chest of the pilot in front of me. Target life signs nonexistent. Pilot down, I recommend you take your prize. I run up to my target and take all of his gear, helmet, clothes, jump kit and all. Cannot connect to pilot helmet systems, you are on your own. "Oh don't worry, I know what I'm doing now, I got this."