Crisis

2: Howl Of The Wolf

Pilot: We are approaching the drop zone Sergeant, T-Minus 5 minutes.
Sergeant: Alright everyone listen up for Debriefing!

The plane went silent as the sergeant walked down the ramp, raising his voice to be louder than the plane engine.

Sergeant: We are currently approaching the drop zone! The target is inside a historical landmark they called "Uluru" and it is believed to be heavily guarded! With inside man information we have discovered key points we must target! Alpha Squadron will head to the east side of the rock and head for the power source and disable it! At that point Night Vision will be required! Beta Squadron will team up with our New Specialist known as Tundra!

The Soldiers look down the plane and see a man cloaked in a black outfit, his belt full of throwing knives, he carried a Makarov Pistol, a mask that covered his face and had a hood covering his head. He stood up and looked at the Sergeant

Sergeant: Tundra! You will be taking orders from Squad Leader Rorke!

He nodded and sat back down.
As the Sergeant explained the rest of the squads objectives Rorke looked at Tundra "why the name?" he wondered, he stood up and walked over to him.

Rorke: Hey I'm Rorke, nice to have yo-

A loud bang erupted everyone's ears. They all turned towards the cockpit on fire, massive cannon fire from below took out the front of the plane, the plane shook as it fell fast towards the ground. The Sergeant yelled for everyone to grab a parachute. He pressed a button to open the ramp out the back but nothing happened, suddenly another cannon hit the plane directly in the middle and split the plane in two, Rorke was pulled out and into the air andas he fell he saw the lifeless bodies of his comrades, he pulled his chute and fell towards the desert.

He landed and scrambled to find a hiding spot, he tried radioing anyone to see if they survived but he realised the radio was broken because he landed on it accidentally, he heard shouting and gunshots, people with guns and flashlights looking for survivors. Three men found him on the ground and aimed their weapons at him.

Guard 1: Who are you! Where did you come from?!

Rorke was speechless.

Guard 1: You have 5 second! 5! 4-

A bullet went through the guards head, falling onto Rorke, the other two turned to shoot the gunman but he rushed the second guard disarming him, the third guard firing at him but shooting the second guard instead. The gunman walked towards the third guard deflecting bullets with his right arm. He elbowed him in the face and stole his rifle, placed it upright on the ground and shoved the guards head into the barrel. The barrel going through the head.

The man was Tundra. He held out his arm revealing a robotic hand.

Rorke: Th-Thanks..
Tundra: No problem, you need firepower take this rifle.

Tundra grabbed the barrel pulling the rifle through the mans head and held it to Rorke, he took it wiping some brain off it.

Tundra: What's the plan?
Rorke: Oh, my radio broke on the fall so i have no idea who survived.. What about your radio?
Tundra: Nothing but static, I bet it's because of that tower.

He points over to the tower built directly on top of Uluru. It looked very unstable, like a storm could blow it away instantly.

Rorke: New priority. Take down the tower.
Tundra: Consider it done.

Tundra and Rorke walked towards the tower, as they got closer they realised what they were up against, it was a full army of scavengers that had dug out the historical landmark, there were holes on each side, leading to tunnels of whatever they were mining.