Crisis

3: Keeping Count

Rorke: Alright what's the plan man?
Tundra: We get there. You stay in the car snipe from afar. I'll rush in and see what the fuck is up.
Rorke: Sniping? I've never been a good sniper!
Tundra: Then learn to be a good sniper!

Rorke and Tundra were going 80MPH along the roads approaching Newcastle, Rorke kept glancing over at him, his emotions showing rage.

They arrived to a place called Mereweather. Buildings had been bulldozed and burned it was nothing but rubble. Rorke pulled out some binoculars from his backpack to see if he could see anyone in Newcastle.

He saw soldiers walking around with assault rifles showing no mercy to anyone they saw, tanks pummel through houses, that's when he realised it. They were wearing the same uniform he wears.
He looks up at tundra with a pale expression.

Tundra: Don't look at me like that. What the fucks going on?
Rorke: It.. It's us..
Tundra: What??
Rorke: it's us! It's our uniform!

Tundra snatches the binoculars off Rorke and hops out of the car. He kicks at the passenger door and rips it off.

Tundra: the people I fucking work for. Are destroying my fucking country and they destroyed my home!?
Rorke: Calm down maybe it wasn't them?! I don't know I don't want to shoot our men!
Tundra: Rorke listen good. I, am going to go in there, and kill as many fucking Germans as I want, you get me? And I'm gonna keep count.
Rorke: Yes yes I und-

*BANG*

Blood splattered across the windscreen, a smoking makarov pistol next to Rorke's lifeless head. He put the gun down on the seat and hopped out of the car looking at Newcastle. He took off his jacket given to him by the Germans, burning it along with the name they gave him. His cybernetic arm shining from the sunlight.

Nix: One.

He proceeded to loot Rorke's corpse and grab a grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it back into the car, he stood back and watched it explode. "Style Points?" He asked himself. And proceeded to head towards Newcastle.

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Maia: Hey Phase, you found him yet?
Phase: Uhh no Maia, sorry, no sign of him yet.
Maia: *Sigh* just.. keep searching he can't be that far. He said he was on that road.
Phase: Will do, Phase out.

He dropped the radio in the passenger seat and continued driving, it was beginning to get dark. Suddenly he found a person sitting on the side of the road next to a box, it was Logan, he looked furious

Phase: Hey man.. hop in.

He hopped in the passenger seat.
Logan threw the box in the back, Phase did a U-turn and drove off.

Logan: Where are we going?
Phase: A place called Taree, I got a buddy there with a group of mercenaries, one of them is like you actually!
Logan: Like me?
Phase: Yeah! Like all powered up and stuff, turns out there's a lot of people like that over the whole country! Many different types also.
Logan: What type is this person you speak of?
Phase: He's like the god of thunder man it's so cool I just saw him literally get Zapped up by lightning and he appeared all the way across the street in seconds with another Zap!

Logan remembered Twitch. How much potential he had, he grabbed the box from the backseat and opened it up looking at the Vials. One for Lightning and one for Smoke.
He closed the box, and put it back where he grabbed it.

They drove up the highway crossing a rusted bridge into a populated town. They arrived at the house they were staying at and entered. Inside was a member of the mercenaries: Isaiah, he didn't look like much in Logan's eyes, small, skinny and no muscle.