Posted by Soldier Jon on February 18, 2008 at 9:30am
The six power-armored members of the New York Salamander anti-terrorist unit 317 unload from their Quicksilver insertion vehicle on the roof of the city hall. Their steps unbelievably quiet as they make their way to the roof access. At the door the leiutenant calls for them to hold. He silently scans the doorway for detection devices. The scan reveals a trip wire, but cannot determine what it connects to. While the leader prepares a silent insertion charge on the opposite side of the entryway, two other anit-terrorists prep less quiet, but far more powerful charges at predetermined points on the roof in case they trigger an alarm.The leiutenant signals a countdown. 3... 2... 1... hissst. The wall the charge was on simply dissolved, creating a suitable sized hole for entry. The leiutenant pauses before gesturing for one of the privates to enter. One glides over and silently sinks into the darkness. without warning an explosion rocks the roof. The Leiutenant checks his heads up display while signaling the others to initiate the hot entry. the green light that represented the private has blinked off.Two composite directional charges detonate simultaneously.In the bunker level of the city hall, Jared Amiller chuckles scratching the greying hair on his head, then turns to the New York City mayor. "It's really a pity," he says to the bound and gagged young woman, then to the rest of the hostages, "If they had only acceded to my demands, you would have lived. Good-bye."he lifts his finger from the dead man switch and the antipersonal mines under his trenchcoat detonate spraying shrapnel every which way. the carnage that results is horrific; flesh, clothing, and furniture shredded without prejudice. Throwing off what remains of his trench coat to revel the antikinetic armor beneath, he reaches into the gym bag at his feet and withdraws a large, heavy caliber automatic and slams a clip in place. "Let's play." he hurries deeper into the bunker.The remaining five anti-terrorists blow the bunker door and step back. When nothing happens they enter into the room. The only reaction to the carnage within is the quiet vulgarities from the rear private. They switch their visors to thermal view. The leiutenant locks onto the only thermal signature in the next room and fires a burst through the thick wall. The target goes down.The five rush into the room guns trained on the fallen figure, the leiutenant carefully rolls it over. It's a young man, not Mr. Amiller, and it's booby trapped. they try to move but it's too late as the explosives on the young mans body detonate throwing the power armored soldiers across the room like rag dolls. Only one of the privates survives, broken and helpless but alive. the rest are shattered and pulverized. A door opens up and jared walks in with the large automatic. "Game over. Better luck next week." he says before triggering a burst of armor piercing rounds into his head.Jared removes the VR helmet and looks across the room at the anti-terrorist team he just slaughtered as they do the same. "Never underestimate the enemy, or his resources." he gets up and streches before walking out of the training room with a pronounced limp. on his way past the instructor he only slows to say, "They're still not ready. Too predictable. I'll be back next week for a rematch."On his way out of the Salamander Headquarters, Jared grabs a paper; reading the headline aloud as he steps into his waiting autonavigator, "Two more half-eaten bodies have been discovered in connection with the unexplained wild animal attacks this past Friday." His eyebrows raise in mild surprise when he reads the coordinates, That's only a few miles from my house! he thinks to himself, "Those beasties are in for a surprise if they try to take a bite out of me." he laughs bitterly tapping his right leg with his left arm, producing a metallic sound. The autonavigator makes it's way out of the suburban area and into the more rural mountains.
don't wory, i have a new title and will be changing the title of this post as soon as possible. i know a guy who drew a dog and called it fubar, that almost sort of works for this.
I usually let my eight year old and eleven year stand behind me while I view stuff(like art) on this Christian site, I'll just have to stop that, I guess. I'd hate to try and explain FUBAR to them if they ask.
Sounds pretty cool. What does FUBAR mean? Unless it has changed meaning since the movie "Tango & Cash" which I don't recommend just on the language content.
yeah i might throw down a simplistic character sketch at somepoint for Jared Amiller. but my skills are limited and i kill myself trying to put in details before the entire basics are laid down. so you can expect a lot more story before getting much in the way of art. but if you want to know what the power armor looks like, google image for "space marines warhammer 40K" that was the basic idea.
thanks for the encouragement. um, i'm not good enough to do any story justice with my drawing skills. however if someone else wanted to do it... :) i would be very complimented. thank you again! chapter 2 is coming soon
Awesome start! Very descriptive with a good flow. Do you also illustrate, and if so do you plan on this being an on line web comic or graphic novel? I think it would really work. Look forward to chapter 2!
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