Life's Just A Game

Chapter 24

[Normal P.O.V]

Isla Guatemala, Dark Forest
19:48 P.M.
Omega Unit Status: 173 meters from Drago's fortress

He quietly crawled his way to one of the trees, minding the sound of his footsteps. Cutthroat dug his hand in his backpack, and fished out a thermo scanner. Placing over his eyes, he scanned the dark forest, trying to pick up and heat. The coast is clear, but there's a steep mud hill obstructing their way.

He takes scanner off, and signals for the rest of unit to move out with a two-finger tap on the head. From the darkness, hundreds of Drakos agents emerged quickly but silently.

He looked at one of the agents, then motioned his head forward, as in; get going without me!

The agent nodded. Then, he led the test of the unit over the steep mud hill. He made a cross with his arms, pounded his fists once then pointed at the hill. In seconds, the agents began to form lines under the hill while they paired with one another crouching down while the other agents stepped on the paired agent's palms and climbed the rest of the hill, then the next batch went over to help the rest up.

Cutthroat stayed back and turned on his transmitter. The signal buzzed, trying to find a connection. After a while, it stopped.

"This is Grimborn, what's your status, Omega Unit?" Viggo's voice came through.

"This is Agent Cutthroat, Solis-heim. We have just deployed into island. We're now headed to the fortress." Cutthroat replied.

"Cutthroat? Where is Night Fury?" Viggo questioned.

"The old trader said that he went to Valhalla to ask for assistance."

"Damn it, Fury. Fine, just contact me when you're in position. Don't move without my orders. Over and out." The line cut off after that. Cutthroat turned off his transmitter and watched as the last of the agents climbed over the hill.

He pulled back his left sleeve, revealing a pocket watch with its chain wrapped around his wrist. The old watch continued to tick, as he adjusted the screws on the clockhead.

"Nearly eight. Where the hell are you Fury?"

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Zythid marched quietly with the others. Astrid and her annoying group of her friends, as Zythid would describe them, walked along with him. Though it was a stealth mission, and everyone was being as quiet as possible, Zythid has an incredible sense of hearing. And Astrid's group of friends are terrible at whispering.

The only person he was fond of was Kai. A gentle giant with an obsession with war history, hence the bayonet he's carrying. Doesn't talk much but when he does, it was either important or amusing.

A sharp pain suddenly spiked at Zythid's forearm. He clutched it immediately, rolling down the sleeve. After the surgery, the only thing preventing his wound from opening up are stitches. Though the wound is closed, the muscles under his skin still hasn't healed. Torn ligaments, and strained muscles caused his forearm to appear swollen.

He fished out a bottle from his pocket and opened it with his mouth. He gritted his teeth, as he poured out the liquid from the bottle to his swollen forearm. Once it hit his skin, pain flared up his body causing him to hiss.

Astrid noticed her... friend? Acquaintance? To be in pain. She rushed over to him, clasping his shoulder. "Hey, what's wro... oh shit." She exclaimed quietly once she saw his forearm.