Juggernauts

CHAPTER 3: Passed Down

Tom slept in his bunk on the south wall of his room. He slept happily until his notifications monitor began flashing and making noises. 

Sleepily he looked up at it and punched a code into it to silence it. A message popped up on the screen and he pushed the read button.

Inside it said "NEW ORDERS. MISSION: Search and rescue captured civilians with intel on the Future of Germany radical group. LOCATION: South America- Brazil." 

Tom groaned as he rolled off his bunk and walked over to his closet to get his uniform on. He put on a black t-shirt and a pair of digital camo cargo pants. Tom pressed his thumb to a scanner and a armored juggernaut suit was reviled from behind a glass display case.

Tom put on the leggings and the torso but carried the helmet in his arms. He pushed a small power button and the suits mobility increased dramatically. He smiled at his suit, he absolute loved it.

He walked down the hall from his room to the barracks for his troops. There was a velvety rope hanging from the ceiling. The rope activated an alarm to wake up the troops, and it wouldn't stop until Tom let go.

Tom looked at the watch on his wrist computer and firmly grasped the rope. He waited a few moments until his clock read 5:30 A.M. He gave the rope a stern pull and the alarm sounded. The team was up and standing outside their doors with a salute in 7 seconds flat.

"Good morning, sir!" The soldiers shouted in unison. 

He strolled down the hall a few times and stopped back where he began.

"Alright grunts!" He shouted. "New orders from HQ. We're going to Brazil to rescue some civvies who have intel on those Kraut fucks."

Benson, the newest member of the team, yawned and drowsily asked "Why not send in the Jar-heads?" 

Tom stopped speaking and slowly turned to Benson.

"Did I hear you correctly Lieutenant? Or did someone say Sargent?"

Benson groans a little but says nothing.

"Good, that's better."

He continued his stroll as he spoke. "We were given this task because we are PANZERS. And PANZERS don't fail. They accept any mission they are given, and compleate it with a smile on their face, their finger on a trigger, and standing in a pile of spent brass. That is why we were given this task. We are the best of the best. Time to prove it newbie."

Tom walked back down the hall towards his room and paused. "Ya'll better hurry. Wheels up in 4 hours." He smiled at them.