Acasa
Scris de DarK Joi Apr 23, 2009 10:36 pmChapter 1
As the butt of the automatic rifle pressed against his shoulder and the chamber loaded , he looked up to the loose spattering of clouds , some dark and ominous , others fading into wisps . Shivering , he held his stare into the clouds , pondering how he was to go about the rest of his life , thinking of things to do once he got out , if he ever did . What now rested in this soul's hands was more than any human could endure . Yet here remained an objection to that claim , an anomaly that seemed to lose that one weakness . Within him some motivation existed - whether by angst or by the strange set of his mind , he himself did not know the answer . But killing , as he saw it , was of his nature , his rebuttal to all the things he hated in his life , to all that had once belittled and betrayed him . He felt that every death he caused was wrong in every sense , but needed all the same . The chamber loaded , and a grim look of determination drew across his face .
His eyes refocused and drew down to the house : it's rickety porch and the peeled paint on the outside , the shackled second floor , with shattered windows placed erroneously about the house . With some abstruse sort of calculation , he knew where he was to enter , what he was to do , and where he was to exit . A makeshift plan would have to do for the interior , although his spotting had confirmed the entries and exits of certain rooms . He knew of the baneful presence within ; it was only a matter of time before he entered and made proof of what he thought . He began his solemn march to the entry and understood that his presence was known . The sound of heavy feet stumbling across the wooden surface emanated from the second floor of the house , coming towards the window . It was now or never !
Instinctively , he crouched behind a tree and waited for the monster to pass . He would know when it passed ; his exposure to the radiation had not left him unscathed . The feet shuffled from the window back into the bowels of the house and back into the portal of darkness from whence it came . He crept out from under the tree , rifle at the ready , went out of the sun's ray shining down upon him , and into the darkness of the unknown .
His left hand drew from the rifle as he came near the porch and reached for a priceless commodity that few in Chernobyl could accumulate ; a standard issue M-3 High explosive fragmentation grenade . He bit the pin and promptly pulled back the grenade , then heaved it into the second floor window . As the grenade held its trajectory towards the open window , slightly impaired by shards of broken glass , he rushed to the porch , kicked open the door , and aimed directly at the stairwell . As the mangled screams of the zombies resonated off the walls of the house , the clunk of the grenade hitting the opposite end of the house pleased him ; he'd hit his mark . The screams continued as he heard the feet thump down the stairs . His rifle still at his shoulder , he waited for the signal , the first foot to stumble into his vision , and the first zombie to die . As the first foot fell to the next step , the grip on the trigger tightened , and as the body came into view , it began !
The grenade exploded , vaporizing the wood around it and obliterating the weak walls and floor of the second story . His view untarnished , he squeezed the trigger and held it to the spot . One disfigured beast after another tumbled down the stairs , only to be joined by the bullets exiting his rifle , and shortly thereafter the bodies which fell before it . The sound of bullets ripping through flesh abruptly stopped and were replaced by the click of an empty clip . In some sort of inhuman reflex , his rifle was halfway to the ground by the time his pistol had been brought out . The house was silent . A few wood splinters still fell to the ground , and an eerie hiss grew from a broken valve within a wall of the house , undoubtedly pierced by a bullet . The wall of the staircase had been ripped up by so many bullets and so much blood had plastered to the wall that it seemed almost as if the wall was bleeding . His mission accomplished , he heaved a sigh and closed his eyes . Opening them back up , he knew that he had gotten what he wanted .
Still in the doorway , he started walking past the staircase , and down into the basement . He saw a few oil lamps strewn upon different areas of the small , unfinished basement , but without the presence of anyone else . He turned to his right and gazed upon the ragged , poorly painted drawing of what appeared to be a couple visiting over a dinner in Paris . Wouldn't that be the life , he thought . He crouched and began pulling out the loose bricks below the painting , carefully removing each one . By the time he had finished this , a decently large opening stood before him , and within it a large , green , rectangular metal box . He grabbed it by its sides and pulled it out . As he opened it , he grinned and relished the moment . Before him lay 4 LAWS rocket launchers , 15 clips of 7.62 high explosive rounds , a '62 vintage cabernet red wine , 10 HE grenades , and what came last pleased him most of all . His 64' Winchester rifle , with a 10x variable scope , replaced titanium barrel and bolt , aluminum trigger and folding stock and 300 rounds , bored specifically for his gun . He gently closed the box , held his pistol in hand , took the handle with his other hand , and walked off towards his destiny .
Chapter 2 : The setup
( In a bunker residing within the plains of Russia , 800 miles SE of Ukraine , in the year 2006 )
" General , here's the report you requested , " a female voice sputtered . Startled from the voice , the general whipped around , then smiled .
" Thanks ! " the general replied , obviously pleased . As the secretary tiptoed out of the office and shut the door , the general slowly sat down , and the seemingly genuine smile turned into a frown of dissatisfaction and anger .
GMT : 1800 Hours
Operation : HawkFlight
Status : MIA . All attempts to establish communications with the team have failed , as well as aerial photography to attempt to spot them . The team missed the third rendezvous point and since then has made no communications with base . Audio supplement enclosed .
" Gah , why can't they just write this shit instead of making me plug it in to this damned computer ? " the general mumbled , still sore after the sleepless night he had filling in overdue proposals . The general flipped over the manila envelope , held his hand under it and caught the mini-disc without much thought , having apparently done the same action many times before . Still frustrated from the lack of sleep , he shoved the disc into the drive located right beneath the monitor . A calm , seemingly unnatural feminine voice emanated from the speakers placed on either side of the monitor .
" Hello . This is the status report regarding HawkFlight . Please enter your 17-digit code and place your hand withi... " The general had anticipated this and was already entering in the number as he placed his left hand on the screen .
" Yea , yea , lets hurry it up you damned piece of crap ! I entered the damned number , you saw my hand , let's go ! "
" Greetings , General Romanov . Please hold while the briefing is repaired . " As the disgruntled general tapped his finger anxiously against the desk , the over-enthusiastic voice came back .
" Thank you for waiting . The current map being displayed is an overview of Chernobyl . " Just as this was said , a window appeared on the screen displaying a satellite overview of the area , with a few seemingly misplaced dots of different colors .
" What you see before you is Chernobyl . The green dots indicate the intended trajectory of the team . The numbers above them indicate the precise time in which the team was to arrive and radio in . As you can see , the team failed to reach the extraction point outside of the nuclear plant . None of the information regarding the experiments could be found , however , recent satellite imagery suggests that some sort of explosion occurred about 1 kilometer away from the plant . High levels of radiation have been detected within a 15-mile radius of the plant , as the explosion was most likely a precursor to nuclear fallout . Evidence suggests that the team's failure was linked more directly to the fallout , not the explosion . " The window drew from the screen as the voice kept talking .
" This is the end of the status report . If you wou... " General Romanov ejected the disc and threw it across the room . He took his hand and held his face , nervously massaging the unshaven stubble , staring holes into the wall . The door to his office flew open and the secretary stumbled in .
" Sir , you have the president on video phone . He wants to speak to you . " Fear drew across the general's face as he stood up .
" No ! He will be the death of me ! Susan , get me a cab . I must get to the safe house . Now ! "
" Y-yes , sir ! "
The secretary scuttled out of the room , fear having taken the best of her . Romanov , meanwhile , was hurriedly throwing on his brown , wool trench coat and an old , weathered top hat . The door to his office opened and the flushed secretary stumbled in , breathing heavily .
" The cab , " she gasped " will be here in about 10 minutes . Petrov asked about what all the fuss was , I told him you were heading to a brunch . " Placing her hand on her knee and leaning down , she took a few deep breaths , then stood back up .
" Good , good ! " replied the general , still pulling erroneous files from his cabinets . " When I leave , check over the office . Make sure anything and everything of importance is gone . Do you understand ? "
" Yes , yes , I-I see . I'll start right now . "
" That's fine . Thank you for all you've done ," he said " I'm sorry I couldn't give you a more formal thanks , but I must be off . " The general stepped over the small waste bin that tipped over in his office with his briefcase in hand , passed through the door , and off through the corridors of the facility . Petrov was standing near his office , sipping on coffee and reading the paper .
" Hey , Rom , what's up ? You look as if you've missed the last bus to heaven . "
" Nothing . Just late for a brunch I set up with a few executives . If you don't mind , I must be off . "
" No problem . Have fun ! " replied Petrov in a bitterly sarcastic tone , slightly raising his coffee mug . Romanov smiled .
" You know I will . "
As the butt of the automatic rifle pressed against his shoulder and the chamber loaded , he looked up to the loose spattering of clouds , some dark and ominous , others fading into wisps . Shivering , he held his stare into the clouds , pondering how he was to go about the rest of his life , thinking of things to do once he got out , if he ever did . What now rested in this soul's hands was more than any human could endure . Yet here remained an objection to that claim , an anomaly that seemed to lose that one weakness . Within him some motivation existed - whether by angst or by the strange set of his mind , he himself did not know the answer . But killing , as he saw it , was of his nature , his rebuttal to all the things he hated in his life , to all that had once belittled and betrayed him . He felt that every death he caused was wrong in every sense , but needed all the same . The chamber loaded , and a grim look of determination drew across his face .
His eyes refocused and drew down to the house : it's rickety porch and the peeled paint on the outside , the shackled second floor , with shattered windows placed erroneously about the house . With some abstruse sort of calculation , he knew where he was to enter , what he was to do , and where he was to exit . A makeshift plan would have to do for the interior , although his spotting had confirmed the entries and exits of certain rooms . He knew of the baneful presence within ; it was only a matter of time before he entered and made proof of what he thought . He began his solemn march to the entry and understood that his presence was known . The sound of heavy feet stumbling across the wooden surface emanated from the second floor of the house , coming towards the window . It was now or never !
Instinctively , he crouched behind a tree and waited for the monster to pass . He would know when it passed ; his exposure to the radiation had not left him unscathed . The feet shuffled from the window back into the bowels of the house and back into the portal of darkness from whence it came . He crept out from under the tree , rifle at the ready , went out of the sun's ray shining down upon him , and into the darkness of the unknown .
His left hand drew from the rifle as he came near the porch and reached for a priceless commodity that few in Chernobyl could accumulate ; a standard issue M-3 High explosive fragmentation grenade . He bit the pin and promptly pulled back the grenade , then heaved it into the second floor window . As the grenade held its trajectory towards the open window , slightly impaired by shards of broken glass , he rushed to the porch , kicked open the door , and aimed directly at the stairwell . As the mangled screams of the zombies resonated off the walls of the house , the clunk of the grenade hitting the opposite end of the house pleased him ; he'd hit his mark . The screams continued as he heard the feet thump down the stairs . His rifle still at his shoulder , he waited for the signal , the first foot to stumble into his vision , and the first zombie to die . As the first foot fell to the next step , the grip on the trigger tightened , and as the body came into view , it began !
The grenade exploded , vaporizing the wood around it and obliterating the weak walls and floor of the second story . His view untarnished , he squeezed the trigger and held it to the spot . One disfigured beast after another tumbled down the stairs , only to be joined by the bullets exiting his rifle , and shortly thereafter the bodies which fell before it . The sound of bullets ripping through flesh abruptly stopped and were replaced by the click of an empty clip . In some sort of inhuman reflex , his rifle was halfway to the ground by the time his pistol had been brought out . The house was silent . A few wood splinters still fell to the ground , and an eerie hiss grew from a broken valve within a wall of the house , undoubtedly pierced by a bullet . The wall of the staircase had been ripped up by so many bullets and so much blood had plastered to the wall that it seemed almost as if the wall was bleeding . His mission accomplished , he heaved a sigh and closed his eyes . Opening them back up , he knew that he had gotten what he wanted .
Still in the doorway , he started walking past the staircase , and down into the basement . He saw a few oil lamps strewn upon different areas of the small , unfinished basement , but without the presence of anyone else . He turned to his right and gazed upon the ragged , poorly painted drawing of what appeared to be a couple visiting over a dinner in Paris . Wouldn't that be the life , he thought . He crouched and began pulling out the loose bricks below the painting , carefully removing each one . By the time he had finished this , a decently large opening stood before him , and within it a large , green , rectangular metal box . He grabbed it by its sides and pulled it out . As he opened it , he grinned and relished the moment . Before him lay 4 LAWS rocket launchers , 15 clips of 7.62 high explosive rounds , a '62 vintage cabernet red wine , 10 HE grenades , and what came last pleased him most of all . His 64' Winchester rifle , with a 10x variable scope , replaced titanium barrel and bolt , aluminum trigger and folding stock and 300 rounds , bored specifically for his gun . He gently closed the box , held his pistol in hand , took the handle with his other hand , and walked off towards his destiny .
Chapter 2 : The setup
( In a bunker residing within the plains of Russia , 800 miles SE of Ukraine , in the year 2006 )
" General , here's the report you requested , " a female voice sputtered . Startled from the voice , the general whipped around , then smiled .
" Thanks ! " the general replied , obviously pleased . As the secretary tiptoed out of the office and shut the door , the general slowly sat down , and the seemingly genuine smile turned into a frown of dissatisfaction and anger .
GMT : 1800 Hours
Operation : HawkFlight
Status : MIA . All attempts to establish communications with the team have failed , as well as aerial photography to attempt to spot them . The team missed the third rendezvous point and since then has made no communications with base . Audio supplement enclosed .
" Gah , why can't they just write this shit instead of making me plug it in to this damned computer ? " the general mumbled , still sore after the sleepless night he had filling in overdue proposals . The general flipped over the manila envelope , held his hand under it and caught the mini-disc without much thought , having apparently done the same action many times before . Still frustrated from the lack of sleep , he shoved the disc into the drive located right beneath the monitor . A calm , seemingly unnatural feminine voice emanated from the speakers placed on either side of the monitor .
" Hello . This is the status report regarding HawkFlight . Please enter your 17-digit code and place your hand withi... " The general had anticipated this and was already entering in the number as he placed his left hand on the screen .
" Yea , yea , lets hurry it up you damned piece of crap ! I entered the damned number , you saw my hand , let's go ! "
" Greetings , General Romanov . Please hold while the briefing is repaired . " As the disgruntled general tapped his finger anxiously against the desk , the over-enthusiastic voice came back .
" Thank you for waiting . The current map being displayed is an overview of Chernobyl . " Just as this was said , a window appeared on the screen displaying a satellite overview of the area , with a few seemingly misplaced dots of different colors .
" What you see before you is Chernobyl . The green dots indicate the intended trajectory of the team . The numbers above them indicate the precise time in which the team was to arrive and radio in . As you can see , the team failed to reach the extraction point outside of the nuclear plant . None of the information regarding the experiments could be found , however , recent satellite imagery suggests that some sort of explosion occurred about 1 kilometer away from the plant . High levels of radiation have been detected within a 15-mile radius of the plant , as the explosion was most likely a precursor to nuclear fallout . Evidence suggests that the team's failure was linked more directly to the fallout , not the explosion . " The window drew from the screen as the voice kept talking .
" This is the end of the status report . If you wou... " General Romanov ejected the disc and threw it across the room . He took his hand and held his face , nervously massaging the unshaven stubble , staring holes into the wall . The door to his office flew open and the secretary stumbled in .
" Sir , you have the president on video phone . He wants to speak to you . " Fear drew across the general's face as he stood up .
" No ! He will be the death of me ! Susan , get me a cab . I must get to the safe house . Now ! "
" Y-yes , sir ! "
The secretary scuttled out of the room , fear having taken the best of her . Romanov , meanwhile , was hurriedly throwing on his brown , wool trench coat and an old , weathered top hat . The door to his office opened and the flushed secretary stumbled in , breathing heavily .
" The cab , " she gasped " will be here in about 10 minutes . Petrov asked about what all the fuss was , I told him you were heading to a brunch . " Placing her hand on her knee and leaning down , she took a few deep breaths , then stood back up .
" Good , good ! " replied the general , still pulling erroneous files from his cabinets . " When I leave , check over the office . Make sure anything and everything of importance is gone . Do you understand ? "
" Yes , yes , I-I see . I'll start right now . "
" That's fine . Thank you for all you've done ," he said " I'm sorry I couldn't give you a more formal thanks , but I must be off . " The general stepped over the small waste bin that tipped over in his office with his briefcase in hand , passed through the door , and off through the corridors of the facility . Petrov was standing near his office , sipping on coffee and reading the paper .
" Hey , Rom , what's up ? You look as if you've missed the last bus to heaven . "
" Nothing . Just late for a brunch I set up with a few executives . If you don't mind , I must be off . "
" No problem . Have fun ! " replied Petrov in a bitterly sarcastic tone , slightly raising his coffee mug . Romanov smiled .
" You know I will . "
