Post by Harold Veldon on May 23, 2008 19:26:25 GMT -5
The squad fanned out, their Captain signalling for his men to move cautiously forward, creeping to the available cover the men hunkered down, settling in to wait for further orders. These weren't agency fully trained soldiers, but the new recruits, those learning to deal with a new, highly disciplined enemy that was unlike any they had ever seen. They had been drafted in from the regular army, these were some of their best soldiers, who now needed to face down an enemy they had not even believed in before. They'd fought wars against fellow human, but never against beasts, now they had to face both Vampires and Lycans, to them mythical beasts from stories read to children at bedtime, the stuff of nightmares.
Hunkering down behind a smashed up car three men balanced their weapons upon the roof, bonnet and boot consequetively, three more were in the exit of another street pressed up against the wall of a ramshackle factory building. The remaining four including the Captain were at positions within the factory itself so the majority of the street would be covered by their firepower. A steely voice crackled through on the shortwave radio,
"men you must hold your position against anything that comes your way, injured troops are being evacuated half a mile back and they need time to escape, I repeat you must hold your ground. Mr Veldon has expressly ordered this himself."
Lip curling the captain replied, "orders understood sir." He hated being ordered about by this damned Mr Veldon, whom didn't even have military stripes, how could he really command troops upon the ground without expertise? He'd likely get them all killed.
Wrong move... a cold voice echoed in the Captain's mind, "what?" He muttered, much to the puzzlement of his fellows; the man's blood pressure was dramatically increasing, and blood trickled from the man's nose, eyes and ears as death took him remarkably quickly, the corpse falling to the ground.
Sergeant Hanson, you are now in command, perform better than you predecesor or meet the same fate. The voice had echoed throughout the men's heads, and each stood rooted to the spot, there was no-way that they'd flee now, Veldon had told them to hold this ground, so they would.
Hunkering down behind a smashed up car three men balanced their weapons upon the roof, bonnet and boot consequetively, three more were in the exit of another street pressed up against the wall of a ramshackle factory building. The remaining four including the Captain were at positions within the factory itself so the majority of the street would be covered by their firepower. A steely voice crackled through on the shortwave radio,
"men you must hold your position against anything that comes your way, injured troops are being evacuated half a mile back and they need time to escape, I repeat you must hold your ground. Mr Veldon has expressly ordered this himself."
Lip curling the captain replied, "orders understood sir." He hated being ordered about by this damned Mr Veldon, whom didn't even have military stripes, how could he really command troops upon the ground without expertise? He'd likely get them all killed.
Wrong move... a cold voice echoed in the Captain's mind, "what?" He muttered, much to the puzzlement of his fellows; the man's blood pressure was dramatically increasing, and blood trickled from the man's nose, eyes and ears as death took him remarkably quickly, the corpse falling to the ground.
Sergeant Hanson, you are now in command, perform better than you predecesor or meet the same fate. The voice had echoed throughout the men's heads, and each stood rooted to the spot, there was no-way that they'd flee now, Veldon had told them to hold this ground, so they would.