Post by Newton Jones on Oct 10, 2015 20:39:22 GMT -5
► newton Jones  Soldier Sinner Death |
The tape rested in his palm as he fussed with the plastic case, for the thousandth time, he didn't need a container for his music, he only listened to maybe two or three tapes. Sliding into the player, he heard a familiar click as a soft voice sang into his ears from a friend he lost long ago. While she hummed quietly, he remembered how long the days were when they laid in the sand, staring down the barrel of a gun as a fortress, waiting for a sandstorm to roll in, he still remembered the feel of the grit under his arms while he took deep breaths through his bandana. It was so long ago, but he could still feel her beside him, her eyes never leaving the scope, her breathless movements as she spotted from incredible distances, her tiny, subtle movements that told him everything he needed to know. Such a partner was hard to come by, such a friend couldn't be replaced. He still felt a phantom pain from the loss of his friends, and he felt a sense of guilt that he was allowed to live as a monster while they died as heros, he felt it was unfair for him to bear the burden of the deeds they committed, atrocities only seen in nightmares while they rested, but he knew it was what he deserved. it was the price for peace, A peace they earned, so he would bear this burden until he became a memory as well. As the chopper flew overhead, he could see a number of soldiers gathering on the helipad, he watched them carefully, makign sure he knew where they all were before he would make his move. taking his time, carefully noting the patrols and making sure his rifle was locked, he made a swift motion with his palm, within seconds, she was gone, a burst of air and dust flew through the air as she made her way up a steep hill. Feats like this were nothing to her, it was childs play for the Quiet sniper. The next several hours were pain, he crawled thousands of yards, making sure his movements matched the flow of sand around him. the grains assaulted his face as the heat nearly cooked him, lucky for him his suit, which allowed for an internal temperature monitor, kept him cool to a degree. After he noticed the shadows around him were becoming more prominent, he checked his watch, nearly sundown. He slowly turned his head, the woman on the hill let him know she was still there, a solid green dot shined brightly on the ground beside him, as strange as it was, that small green dot made him feel at ease, like he had a guardian angel watching him. Slowly, ever so quietly, he turned back, making his way closer to the base, the sand muffled his movements, but on a slope, it could be a giveaway should the wrong move be made. He began to grow weary, a spotlight kicked on and began its rounds, the large white cone circled the desert. He only had a few moments to reach into his pocket, pull a caffeine pill out and swallow it, all while keeping his eyes on the cone for any unnecessary movements. He was exposed, with no cover to duck behind, he would be caught and killed in a moment should he act irrationally. concentrating, he focused all of his attention on the slowest possible motions to his pouch, the moment he tore the velcro, his lungs seized. A loud rumble echoed, the ground began to shake and the sand around him quivered. Within seconds all of the planning failed. He heard the voice over his radio. "Boss, there's reinforcements arriving." He whispered, hoping not to give his position away. A massive form of steel and iron rolled by, its barrel swung around, looking about the desert, surveying the landscape as the hatch popped open. A heavily armored man looked out and shouted among the soldiers in Afgani, He was pissed, something about intruders, information being correct and a hard shot to the citadel. Newton had no clue what it meant, but surely something was wrong, but he was too close to turn back. Just as he leaned to the side to put the pills away he was overcome with a pure rush of adrenaline, he froze, staring at him was the cone, he had forgotten to watch it and it stared right at him laying on the dune. The soldier reached for his radio as he struggled to lift his weapon with a single arm, carrying an Assault rifle will do that, it's almost impossible to fire it effectively one handed, which is why most soldiers on a post are given a submachine gun if they're keeping watch, easier to fire off warning shots, and will still allow use of the radio. This guy didn't get effective training. Within seconds, he hit the button, and a blast of shrapnel and glass struck him, the spotlight blew out as a 5.52mm round destroyed it, followed quickly by a second shot from the automatic rifle, the green dot had moved, almost flawlessly from the center of the cone, to the soldiers upper jaw. Red mist flew as he dropped, Newton moved quickly, making his way to the post, reaching over the sandbags, he pulled the corpse through and buried him halfway in sand. He counted to 5 before moving on, the soldiers had all made their way around, and left him in a quiet area. The supressed rifle followed him, the green dot pointing out areas she had spotted potential targets. As he began to make his way through, weaving around tents and distracted guards, Newton felt a small sense of accomplishment as he began to relax, a single tent in the rear remained occupied by a heavily armored soldier, and two lieutenants. A small break wouldn't hurt, he was behind the tent and in a closed off area, it would be a while before they left, giving him a chance to go in and scan the plans. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the cigarette he'd been wanting since he arrived. with a small turn of the dial, he heard a small ping as it powered on, vapor poured into his mouth as he put it up to his lips, such a delicious aroma had filled his lungs. He took a series of deep breaths before he realized something was amiss, things were too quiet, the tank guy had sounded pissed, and they rushed into the tents rather quickly. Surely there was something else going on, what intel were they referring to? He took a careful breath, returning the cigarette to his side before turning his head to look into the tent, he let the cigarette slide from his fingers before he heard a metallic clang. Looking down, he realized he missed his pocket while distracted, adn it had struck a metal pipe leading to the radio tower. He looked back, and everything went silent, within seconds a guard peered around the corner, and he was spotted. Shit! he had to get out. The guard wasted no time, knowing things had escalated, he fired off a shot in a random direction to alert everyone, continuing, he tried to guide the assault rifles barrel toward Newton, hoping a lucky shot would erupt. Newton was faster though, relying on his age old training, he felt his muscles tense, his alertness skyrocket, and he moved like water over a stone. His focus always allowed him to move quicker than his enemies, when he wanted to, he was always able to trigger an adrenaline rush, making everything seem to move slower. (T1 Stats: +10 to WIS For length of post with -5 WIS after effects are over - Name: Demons Eye) taking less than a breath, he disarmed the soldier, and had rammed his palm into his nose, a single second and the soldier was on the sand, unconscious. A loud bang followed his turning the corner, as another soldier, weapon ready, flew back against the tent beside him, the Green dot centered on his chest. Newton felt a pain in his body, as the adrenaline began to settle, he backed up against the entrance, pulled the pin on a smoke grenade, and counted to three (Qi AOE: Smoke grenade, `1/8 InT - SPlash 1/16, fills immediate area with a quick burst of smoke, allowing Newton to chain "Demons Eye" for an attack) Charging through the opening, he grabbed the notes, and dove through the rear window leaving out to the toilet. Gunfire followed, sending lead and copper flying through the air around him. rolling on the ground, he quickly grabbed for his sidearm, the rifle had been lost by the lightpost, his sidearm was a tranquilizer gun with a very low doseage, primarily meant for disorienting targets before he could get close and take them down, he fired a round into the tent to tell them he was a thread, as they recoiled, Newton proceeded to make his way around the wide end of the camp, he heard shouting, gunfire, and the tank roar to life as its lights kicked on, the swivel turned and surveyed the camp for movement. Newton took a deep breath, calming his heart from the adrenaline rush earlier. He tapped his radio and gave a command to his friend, the green dot disappeared for a moment before re-appearing across a dune, a clear shot on a group was all she needed before they started dropping. her accuracy put Newton to shame, he let out a soft chuckle as he threw another grenade, distracting them while she laid into them. Newton pulled the radio from his satchel, the familiar lights kicked on as a map appeared, he worked as quickly as he could to radio in an extraction for both the sniper and himself before he heard something that send a chill down his spine, and made his stomach turn. The radio buzzed to life, and she began to hum. Turning his head, he stared right at the tank as its swivel had met him, the barrel stared him down. Atop the head, was the heavily armored soldier, his hand motioning forward as the tank rolled through a tent, water and metal flew as it plowed down a toilet, it was hell bent on catching him. A tap over the mic, and Newton dropped, The sniper began to fire at the armor, chipping away at his helmet and left shoulder before he let out a loud cry, she had struck an open spot. he was bleeding profusely and would be gravely injured if he didn't treat it properly. Newton felt relief for a single moment, knowing the fight wasn't over. taking a deep breath, he hoisted himself up from the ground and gave another command, he ran at the tank from an angle, staying clear of the swivel and making sure he kept firing his tranq gun at the soldier, he needed to keep him busy while she killed him. But then, in a moment, the swivel moved, not toward newton, that would've been too easy. the armored soldier jumped free, landing beside it and staring newton down through the tinted visor. While the tank turned toward the Dune, she couldnt' move, she had to wait, Newton ordered her to move, but she knew she had to wait, she needed her shot.. the tank lined up, She lined up, it fired first. the only thing he heard, was a hum, and then the explosion brought silence. Her bullet had met, but it had missed the gap, it was too late. Smoke and fire covered the hill, he could feel despair from the loss, he could feel sadness from her sacrifice, he felt rage, from her death. dropping his weapon, newton raised his arms in surrender. the armored soldier approached, gripping one arm, Newton swallowed, Raising the arm up above him, newton gripped the heavy armor that protected his chest. (Tier 1 Melee: 1/2 INT, Newton uses his combat training to grapple and (If successful) throw his opponent to the ground) he spun, dropping his weight down, he lifted the soldier up and threw him to the ground. He no longer cared, he pulled free another grenade, the pin popped and he threw it to the tank. With the armored one unconcious, the tank was next. taking a run forward, an explosion lit the camp ablaze in light as the tanks top blew free. A rocket from the support helicopter had been launched as it soared by, like an angel from heaven. Newton ran as far, as fast as he could to the dune, hoping to see the Green dot, hoping to catch a glimpse of the reflection in her scope, anything. He was met at the top with charred glassy sand, a destroyed rifle, and no body. there was only blood, blood everywhere. Newton dropped to his knees, the sound of glass cracking beneath him as he gripped the rifle. its green light flickering gently before dying in his hands. The flight back, was longer than it had ever been, the only thing he could think of, was that broken rifle in his hands. The eyes that stared through it would no longer see, the hands that held it would no longer touch, and the mouth that hummed, was no longer there. The Demon died that night. |
