Finished the next chapter in my Maine series. I’m posting it here mainly to get some feedback and I can’t seem to post it anywhere else. Here’s chapter 1. Anyway here it is:
Since, I had been given my armour back I felt more secure, it was a precious white with a brown secondary. Perfect for how I felt all the time, neutral, with a shade of disgust. Nothing was good enough in my eyes, everything had a flaw which made them imperfect, even me; I constantly tried to make myself perfect for not only the Director, but for me as well, and it never happened.
I was told by Dr. Challus before I left that my larynx had scarred over, and that I could talk but said that I should retain from speaking fluently and utilise basic sentences instead. This suited me fine, speaking was just a sign of weakness, silence is always the answer. Most people talked too much, especially Washington, he always had to have a witty sentence when he killed someone; I would personally much rather shoot them in the head, saves the humility.
The Pelican I had boarded two hours ago had four people on it, which was me, “I”, the pilot, and the Director. I wasn’t sure why the Director had joined us for the mission but he saw fit to, it must have been something important because he usually preferred to passively observe from the sky, as it was his way.
The target was Col. Sanchez, a high official in the Insurrectionist movement; he set up a base in a Rebel factory, hoping to wait out the inevitable. Sanchez had no chance if Freelancers had been sent to remove him. The Director was pissed off with him for some reason and all I knew is that his death would be by my hands. I did like this, too much information could let me have an opinion and I would rather the person I killed be faceless so I wouldn’t take it personally and jeopardise the mission.
“I” had been sitting near the window of the Pelican, she loved what the world looked like from this view, something I didn’t share but admired. The Director was sitting opposite me looking out the window too, I was just looking at him, waiting for him to respond. He finally turned around to face me.
“You are being dropped into heavy firezone, which means you have to get your gun ready,” he turned to the gun I found on my previous mission, “I see you liked that gun, while you passed out we did some… modifications.” I was quite interested in these modifications, so I attempted a question.
“Like what?” Speaking was harder now, but definitely had less pain. The Director smiled and took his time to answer the question.
“You’ll see.”
The Pelican opened up and all three of us stood up.
“Are you ready Freelancers?”
Both of us turned, nodded and jumped out. The base was right in front of us, I saw that we were heading for a Vehicle Depot, it looked quite big and heavily fortified, nothing I couldn’t get through. We were supposed to have parachutes strapped to our backs, but even at 100 or so feet my armour could take it.
“I” activated her parachute and lifted up above my head, I quickly looked up then looked to my destination, a Rebel Sniper.
The sniper was walking around his tower at one of the four corners, suspecting an enemy at ground level, little did he expect Agent Maine was going to land to straight on his head.
I decided to go fist first and landed. It was messy, blood and guts had gone everywhere and I was covered in most of it. The floor of the tower was dented to say the least, and the sniper was completely pulverised and his sniper rifle had decapitated the other marksman. Lucky for me.
An alarm sounded and about thirty men ran out of the base spotting me as they did so. I dropped from the tower cracked my knuckles and began the fight.
I ran over to the first rebel and punched him straight in the face, hurling him and three other guys into a truck, dead. I then turned to the bulk of men, brought out my brute shot with a few “modifications” and shot at them. I realised it packed more of a punch according to the amount of bodies that flew in the air, and knew there had to be more mods put in, I noticed a switch on the side of the gun I flipped it and shot again, this time a bolt of electricity came out of the end electrocuted another five men who were standing fatally close to each other.
I then noticed that two of the rebels looked the same as them sharkteeth VISRed -Yoinks!- the broke my larynx in the first place! So I focused on them blowing up sky high before using an electric shot frying them, the rest were easy picking, they got blown away as well.
I walked into the base threw the door the men cam out of, I saw that “I” Had taken out about ten other men in here as well, it looked like she killed them silently as all the deaths were knife wounds
“Don’t like parachutes Maine,” came the voice of “I”, she stepped out of the shadows where she obviously had activated he camouflage. I grunted in approval before walking straight forward further into the base.
“I see talking isn’t your thing. I suppose I can make for your side of the conversation,” I ignored her and continued walking, opening a door and walked in.
I walked into the room and smelt a stench, it was dark so I couldn’t see anything, but I knew something had died in here.