It’s quiet. The sounds of firing had stopped. Where is everyone? Specifically, the team that’s supposed to be securing the F.L.A.G.? As I scanned floor below me for the up-teenth time, I realized time was disappearing, along with my team, and with the window of opportunity to win this war once and for all.
Where am I? The balcony of an abandoned armory. I’m with my army unit, codename “The Boonies,” and our mission is to retrieve the F.L.A.G.(what it stood for, we weren’t told, but it is highly important that we succeed in this mission, lest this device falls into the wrong hands.) Resistance is high, as this building is currently occupied by our rival army, the Reds. We had just had two major battles, losing the first, but coming out on top with the second. But we could sense that this one was different; the stakes were higher. Leaving this building alive is not likely, yet failure is not an option.
It was decided that I would head up the sniping team (since my recent foot injury hindered my speed.). We would keep the Reds from stealing the device by sniping anyone who came near from the balcony, while our second team would storm the main floor and secure the F.L.A.G., and then take it to the basement where a safe awaited it’s arrival. This safe would undoubtedly be heavily guarded, but we hoped some of these guards would abandon their posts in attempted the get the F.L.A.G. before we did. We had to get the F.L.A.G. there in ten minutes. Not a lot of time. But we had a plan.The plan wasn’t foolproof, but it was the best we could come up with on the short notice we had.
I started out in the corner of the balcony, with four of my teammates in clear view, and more were hiding in the shadows, no doubt. I could hear gunfire in the hallways beneath me, but I never took my eyes off of the target. The main floor was open, but there were many barricades scattered across he floor, with broken walls and old pieces of machinery here and there, giving many places to hide. Then, I saw him. A Red made his way to the F.L.A.G. Now one thing you have to understand about the F.L.A.G.; it’s big, and heavy. You can’t move very fast with it. But the Red seized it’s handle and guided it behind a wall. He hadn’t seen us yet, but he was easy pickings for my team and I. He didn’t last long. Then another Red hurried across the room by the doorway on the other side of the building. I take aim, and fire. Headshot. He’s down and out for good. Another starts for the F.L.A.G., but a quick shot in his back sends him scurrying away. He never came back. I look up at the balcony: some of my team is missing. Where they went, I have no idea. Where the heck is that second team? I scare a few more Reds off, but the main floor is mostly empty. Now there’s only three of us. Time is wasting! We can’t wait any longer. “Hey,” I shout to the nearest team mate. “Go get the F.L.A.G., and I’ll cover you!” He disappears down the staircase. I wait, but he doesn’t appear in the room. I hear more shots, and still, no teammate. I glance at the stairs he had gone down just in time to see the barrel of a gun pointing at the only other teammate I can see up here. I quickly aim and fire: direct hit! The whole body falls into view, and my stomach drops: it was the teammate I’d sent after the F.L.A.G. Speechless, I curse my stupidity. No time to mourn or beat myself up though. I shout to my other team member; “You’ve got to get the F.L.A.G.! We’re running out of time!” He shouts back from his position kiddy-corner from me,”I can’t! There’s someone down ther-” His sentence is cut off by a bullet through his skull. His body goes limp and collapses to the floor. I locate the shooter and send him back to where he came from. Now it’s just me. I wait a few minutes, waiting for the other team to come, or other teammates to arrive and help, but no one comes. It’s just me. I glace at my watch: three minutes left. Uh-oh.
To be continued…
Xanga Falls will be one of my first posts when I get back.
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