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G.I. JOE: Heroes & Terrorists
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06-13-2015, 02:20 AM
Lifeline_MD
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Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Canada
Posts: 21,174
Quote:
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monkeywrench1988
Has the cavalry arrived?
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Loose Cannon
More Vipers.
Lets find out which one of you is correct......
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monkeywrench1988
I forgot Error was a Cobra.
Love it! Keep it rolling Lifeline.
Am I just imagining it or did you write part of this last rooftop sequence before?
Glad you're enjoying it!
Yes. The first part of the rooftop sequence was used as the hook at the opening of part 1. First time I've tried that particular narrative format. Not sure I like it.
Also, I have to thank Oreobuilder, Dusty79 and Bucky for their permission to use the characters they invented in
G.I. Joe Resurgence
in Heroes and Terrorists. (Specifically Glitch and Sea Bastion for this story)
05/20/2034 - Istanbul Part 5
Levent Business District - 0316h 05/20/2034
His bayonet was still sticky from the wet work downstairs, but it hardly mattered. Once they reached the roof, it would be a clean job this time. The squad’s grenadier had planted himself beside the door and was ready to go.
Glancing down at the line of faceless troopers below him, he smiled. Caught on the rooftop between two alternating fields of fire? They’d cut them to ribbons, even if they thought they had the high ground.
Most were ready, but one wiped a little blood from his helmet and faceplate before putting it back on. Now they all looked identical. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
“GO” he ordered sharply.
The grenadier threw his weight against the door, and sprawled through. Stepping over, the squad poured past him in a single uniform rush before dropping into a precise uniform firing line.
On the opposite side of the roof were the remnants of two squads of Cobra Vipers. Between them and his squad a dozen Joes, half wounded, were caught in no-mans land.
His lips creased in a brighter smile “FIRE!”
…
Schoolgirl glanced over at Ice Cream as the door banged open on their other side. She couldn’t see his face through the black of his visor, but her reflection told her just how wide her eyes were. Oh. And I cut myself. When did that happen?”
He pulled her close to the wall, tucking his rifle between her hip and the wall as she rested her re-filled Sphinx on his shoulder and they both started firing.
One of the newcomers took her bullet in the chest and pitched over backwards, but the rest dropped into a two deep firing line.
“Sorry,” she called, into Ice Cream’s helmet, unsure how well he could hear her and pushed her weight on top of him, pitching them both through the open door to the stairwell and down the flight.
Their combined weight carried them down to the next landing where two surprised Vipers were coming up. The first took the last bullet from her Sphinx, the other lost his hand to Ice Cream’s hunting knife before being stabbed in the throat.
Upstairs repeated vollies of concentrated fire sounded before everything went quiet.
She looked over at Ice Cream again for what little it was worth, then pulled her Calico and pointed it back up the stairs.
A few seconds ticked by and Spirit’s head appeared around the doorframe, his head now bleeding where a bullet had creased his hairline, “like ancestors before them, men of a kind save their own while pinioning those different.” He shook his head.
“I…I think he just called us racists,” Schoolgirl managed, climbing to her feet using Ice Cream’s arm.
“I think he was calling YOU racist,” Ice Cream replied leading the way up the stairs, rifle still at the ready, “you’re the one who pushed.”
Well, I think you just told a joke, Schoolgirl thought to herself surprised.
They rounded the corner, and surveyed the scene. Most of the Joes seemed alive, though Wreckage still wasn’t moving from where Widescope was looking him over.
The Cobra Vipers were all down on their side of the roof, but on the other stood ten men in strikingly blood-red uniforms with black facemasks. Two were on the ground. All had their rifles grounded in a non-threatening manner.
One of their number stood a little apart from the others. The center of his chest was black fabric rather than the crimson of the others.
Slowly, he lowered his rifle and set it on the ground. Then, equally cautiously, given the number of firearms trained on him, removed his helmet.
Schoolgirl felt her jaw drop, the man was absolutely GORGEOUS! Thick blonde hair, a smooth boyish-yet-rugged facade, just the hint of evening stubble.
Calm down girl. You can be in love AFTER you find out who he is.
The man smiled dashingly as he tucked his helmet under the crook of his arm, “My name is Captain Broca of Extensive Enterprises’ Crimson Guard. But please, call me Fred. um…I come in peace?”
And funny too? OK, now I can be in love.
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Basement - War Gods International - Levent Business District - 0319h 05/20/2034
Trojan looked up from his console, the word “INTRUDERS” scrolling in bright red letters across his silvered visor.
“They’ve taken down Death-Fire Squadron like syphilis in a leper colony!” he hissed between broken teeth.
Glitch turned to scan the room, the fiber-optic cable pulling slightly on the socket in the side of his head, “Well, well, well,” he tittered in a high-pitched, his neck twitching with each word.
“Time for us to evacu….evacu….evacu…..leave the premises,” Glitched yanked the cable from his head. “Dump everything and set the tim….time...time...countdown!”
Trojan nodded and turned back to his console, as the other Tele-vipers around him began entering the self-destruct codes, “quiet my dearest. It only hurts if you resist. It’ll all be over soon.”
As each Tele-viper finished executing the commands on their consoles, their fingers paused over the final input key. As the slowest finished Trojan slid a key slowly into the port beside his monitor, “such a tight fit, your first time?” he laughed to himself making the quarter turn.
Five fingers stabbed down in unison from the other Tele-Vipers and red light began to flash.
“Time to race it like a rapist!” bellowed Trojan, making for the bolt-hole at the back of the room.
Two Data-Vipers were man-handling the portal into place to close behind them, an Glitch was looking around the room. Once he’d looked like a normal person, and weird as he’d been, Trojan had at least enjoyed his company. Now, it was like looking at a living computer, and he was half tempted to close the hatch and leave him behind.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind then Glitch looked directly in his direction. Trojan flinched and ducked through the opening. With all the technology crammed into what used to be his head, Glitch could read the internet any time, any place. Who knew if that now included the brain-waves of those around him.
The Data-Vipers finished placing the hatch on its final hinge.
“You!” Glitch singled one of them out and handed him a fiber-optic, “plug this into the char...char...char.... explosives.”
Obediently the Data Viper turned to comply as Glitch stepped through the hatch.
“Do you sell Battletoads?” cackled Glitch as he slammed the hatch onto the cord.
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Levent Business District - 0325h 05/20/2034
Captain Broca paused at the door to to the stairs, “I… really hope he’s with you.”
“Hey Greg,” Mayday smiled, leading the combined force of Joes and Crimson Guards out of the building from where their fire-fight had taken place and into a back alley. “Didn’t feel like helping out when there was all that shooting upstairs?”
“Sorry,” Greg said in a slightly more mechanical tone than before, the red glowing orb of his left eye seemed fixed on the men in red, “we were having a party.”
“Party?” asked Mayday almost conversationally, “what kind of...oh.”
Schoolgirl and Ice Cream slipped around the corner next supporting Wreckage’s legs. Neatly lined up along the wall of the building in stacks of four were two dozen Viper Bodies. Along the other side of the alley were twelve men clad in the same red as the Crimson Guard. They by contrast seemed alive; the same kind of alive as a car crash victim, but alive.
“So that’s where our backup went,” Broca chuckled nervously. “Mind letting them go.”
Mayday nodded, “untie them Greg. Skidmark?”
Skidmark’s head popped out from the back end of their van, “yeah?”
“I need you to get Wreckage to the nearest hospital. He’s shot up pretty bad. Take Spirit too.”
“So is Hardhead. They caught us by surprise.”
“I’m fine dag-nab-it,” an ornery voice echoed off the inside of the van, “now give me my gun and let me shoot some damn terrorist fuckers.”
“Despite what he says…” Skidmark let the statement hang unfinished.
Ice Cream and Schoolgirl hurried Wreckage over to the back of the van, while Widescope slung their unconscious teammate’s legs over the tailgate. Skidmark helped Spirit up into the cab.
Schoolgirl paused, and reached down to squeeze Hardhead’s hand, “hang in there big guy. You’re supposed to take me out on your yacht tomorrow.” She tried to smile. He looked pretty bad, but none of the bullets had hit vital organs from the look of it.
“Well, you better not get yourself shot, I’m not letting you bleed all over her decks.” Hardhead tried to smile, but in his ghostly-white face, it was more disconcerting than reassuring.
“I promise,” Schoolgirl gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “daddy.”
“I swear to god woman if you -”
Schoolgirl jumped down and slammed the door, “go!” she called up to Skidmark.
She needn’t have bothered she realized as the van shot around the corner.
Down the alley, Captain Broca and Mayday were speaking in hushed tones, “bets on who gets first crack at the snakes?” she asked Ice Cream.
“It’ll be us. Even if it has to be the hard way,” Ice Cream gestured subtly with his head. The Crimson Guard were huddled in a group, tending to their wounded, but the Joes had spread out, each near cover, in a semi-circle around the men in red, hands resting on holstered or slung fire-arms.
Even though the Joes were outnumbered nearly two to one, if things turned ugly the numbers would be equaled in a few seconds. How it would have ended, no one got to find out.
“Lieutenant Caorb,” Broca instructed loudly, stepping away from Mayday, “take your men back to base and get yourselves sorted out. My squad will be providing assistance to the G.I. Joe team.”
One of the other Crimson guards nodded, and the more bedraggled of the lot began hiking off down the alley.
“How do you want us?” asked Broca.
Mayday paused to consider, then pointed, “you, and you” randomly selection two of the Crimson Guard. You’re our rear-guard with Takedown and Firing Pin.
If either of the Guards had any thoughts of arguing, one look at the glower on Takedown’s heavily scarred face probably quietened them.
“You,” she randomly selected another, “will go with Ice’s team, and you will come with mine.”
“One Joe will accompany you and your remaining men. Each team will search one floor of the building.”
“Understood,” acknowledged Broca. He looked over the Joes quickly. “We’ll take her,” he pointed at Schoolgirl, and replaced his helmet.
She fought to keep a smile off her face but fell in with the five Guards as the teams split up with Mayday’s in the lead.
“So, um…” Schoolgirl brushed an errant strand of hair out of her face, “sorry about shooting your guy back there.”
“It’s ok. He was only my twin,” shrugged Captain Broca.
Schoolgirl froze on the curb, “oh god….” She was at a complete loss for words.
“Just messing with ya,” Broca smiled patting her shoulder, “we just happened to look… a LOT alike. Its the hazard of the job. Come on.”
They followed the other Joes across the street. There wasn’t really any point to handing over the key card she’d stolen earlier, so Schoolgirl stayed back while Robo-Joe broke the door down.
Mayday’s team took the upstairs, Ice Cream’s the main floor and Broca’s the basement level.
The building was still lit and it looked like the cleaning staff should be in here before the morning shift came in to start finishing the various items on the assembly floor. Somehow the complete normalcy of the place was creepier than if it had just been dark. It wa so strangely out of place how quiet it was as teams of soldiers moved through.
Broca and Schoolgirl led the way down the stairs. From the slight buzzing she could hear from his helmet, she assumed they were communicating on a private frequency, and she felt somewhat left out. Of course, were the roles reversed, she reminded herself that she’d have done the same and decided to ignore it.
They rounded the corner into a small hallway that split into three other rooms. Two Crimson Guards peeled off into each of the side rooms and Schoolgirl led the way into the one at the end of the hall.
The room was filled with computer terminals running lines of code. It looked ransacked, compared to the factory floor above as if people had left in a hurry. Still there didn’t seem to be-
The thought was cut off by a shuffling noise in the corner. Both she and Broca turned to find a Data Viper rising from behind a set of crates.
Schoolgirl reacted first, turning and bringing a sphinx up and firing three shots directly into the chest of the Viper. Blood blossomed on the third, fountaining from a major artery.
She didn’t didn’t see the real threat in time.
As she stood there, she felt something sharp pierce her armor and the space between her ribs. Reflexively she gasped in a breath of air, and as she did, the blade twisted. She let out a gasp as her lungs collapsed, and she felt herself falling as the world around her went black.
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