SnowFall, Intro
#25 of Discontinued
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The sound of crunching snow under the weight of the heavy snow boots echoed through the halls as deep frozen breaths were taken in slow gasps, lights from flashlights mounted on assault rifles were the only illumination as several heavy clothed figures move cautiously down the large frozen hallway. The walls were covered in a white frost and the floor was covered by a thick sheet of white snow. The figures were dressed in thick white arctic coats and pants with protective black goggles and masks with gloves covering they're hands, not one part of any of their forms were left exposed.
In their hands they clutched black assault rifles that looked to be M16A1's with small flashlights keeping the path in front of them lit as they neared the end of the hall and two large doors. The flashlights were shone on the walls and ceiling, then they were all focused on the door as the team continued moving forward. Spreading out into single lines on either side of the two walls, showing a total of eight. The two in front turned to look back over their shoulders at the line behind them and when they saw everyone of the line nod they faced the doors and slowly reached for the latch handles. Once they had a hold of the latches they pushed them down, only to have them snap off without much pressure. The one on the left pulled the broken latch to its face looking it over while the one on the right tossed the latch aside and quickly thrust its left foot forward, smashing the doors open with an icy crash.
The doors were knocked completely off their hinges and smashed like glass when they landed on the snow-covered ground inside the room. As the doors fell to the ground the eight armed figures quickly moved into a lined formation in front of the door. The two in front on the left and right side went to one knee while the two behind them crouched down next to them, while the other four behind them remained standing with all eight weapons aimed into the room. Inside of the room was the same as the outside, covered in a frost and snow with two large desks thrown around. The flashlights illuminated the back wall of the room and were immediately reflected by large windows, though there was no outside light as the windows had been covered by a thick sheet of snow as well.
Once their weapons were aimed the eight coated figures moved into the room in a quick sweeping formation, as soon as they entered the room they ran their lights to the walls they were closest to then quickly back to the front. The two in front after sweeping their lights to the left and right wall quickly spun around and turned them on the wall above the door as the others made they're way into the room right after them. Within seconds the eight of them had moved into the room with every part of the room being scanned over by their flashlights and finding nothing but a snow covered room with two large equally snow-covered desks that had been scattered around the room recklessly.
Once they found that the room was empty all eight of the rifles were lowered. One of them reached up and pulled its mask down, showing a human lower face, pulling its goggles up and setting them on its forehead revealing a human male face, his brown eyes scanned over the area and all the eight others with him. Each one pulled their masks down and goggles up showing two female grey wolves, a male snow leopard, a male black bear, another male human, a female white tiger and finally a female black panther.
All eight of them looked around the room then toward one another as the brown-eyed human pulled a handheld radio from his belt harness.
"Snowflake this is drop team ClearIce, over" his voice was slightly strained from the cold and the mist from his breath flowing from his mouth even after he stopped talking.
After a moment static sounded over the radio before a scratchy gruff voice came over the radio "ClearIce this is Snowflake, how's the weather down there?"
Quickly pulling his handheld radio back to his lips, he replied sarcastically "Fucking tropical, heat-wave of negative fifty with a chance of freezing your ass off," this brought chuckles from the other seven around him as a smile played over the human's lips.
A gruff chuckle came over the radio before quickly dying down. "Sounds good, find anything of use or something to waste some ammo on?"
"No, nothing of any interest to anyone, we're gonna head toward the rendezvous now for pick up, how's BlackIce and HotIce."
A slow standing silence passed over the radio before the gruff voice filled the room again, "They say that they've found some food, BlackIce also caught some Stranded and got to spend some ammo."
Glancing over the other seven before pulling his goggles back over his eyes, he looked over a green lined map as it appeared in front of his eyes, checking it over quickly before the map disappeared, leaving only the black goggles, and pulled the radio back to his lips.
"Alright then, we'll be ready for pick up in thirty, let BlackIce and HotIce know."
The gruff voice agreed before the human slipped his radio back into a special pouch on his harness, pulling his mask back up and lifting his rifle into both hands. "Alright, dress up and lets get going, I need to get back to base so I can get my beauty sleep," his comment bringing a chuckle over the group as they put their masks and goggles on. Everyone moved back into formation and started back down the hall at a steady pace, still cautious but not as much as it had been when they first started toward the room.
All eight of the team moved down the hall then turned left down a slightly smaller and plainer hallway, unlike the fancier hallway that led to the empty room, moving down the hallway then moving into a stairwell and starting up the stairs toward the roof. The number on the side of the wall showed that the team was on the thirtieth floor. They moved higher and higher till they reached the forty-third floor before stepping out of the stairwell, the team became cautious once again as the door leading out of the stairwell was opened and they quickly began checking the ceiling, floors and walls again.
Moving to the left as soon as they stepped from the stairwell, six of the team looking straight ahead with the last two walking backwards, making sure that nothing comes up from behind them. They continued down the hall, before turning to the right into a light at the end of the hallway. Moving toward the light then out of the building, stepping through a smashed open window and out onto a flat plain of pure snow. Looking around they could see the large skyscrapers, covered in thick sheet of ice and snow with only the tallest of the tall buildings protruding from the snow.
Once out of the building the snow began looking like a desert, rolling hills and dust blowing up as the wind soared through the city, creating a screeching howl as it passed by the buildings. Moving down a large snow-bank that took them down around four floors of the skyscraper they had just left before the snow slowly flattened out, they headed toward the tip of a radio tower in the distance, equivalent to about four to five city blocks away. The team of eight moved at a brisk pace with their heads turning left, right then behind them before looking forward again, all seeming to be on edge and anticipating something as they moved closer and closer toward the radio tower.
The human who was leading the other seven looked toward the sky, seeing the grey and white clouds swirling slowly overhead, even though the sky was blocked out the light from the sun continued to illuminate the world. Looking forward again as the distant radio tower began to come into sight, the team seemed to relax slightly when they were all able to see the radio tower clearly but quickly ducked and jumped down into the snow as gunshots echoed throughout the city, rolling and spinning into crouched positions in a circle with two yards between each other and all backs to one another.
The gunshots were from an automatic weapon since the shots rang out over and over, one right after the other and soon several weapons were being fired. The team quickly realized that they weren't being fired at and the human leader reached back, pulling the handheld radio from his harness, listening to the gunshots sounding over the radio.
Before he was able to talk into the radio the gruff voice yelled out over the radio cutting off the gunfire and static that covered it lightly. "HotIce is in some hot shit right now, they say they've run into a Stranded nest and need help, they're in the corporate building west of the pick up point."
He lifted the radio to his covered lips. "Yeah we heard, they must be within the short wave range. We're on our way to help right now," he said firmly, slipping the radio back into his harness before getting to his feet and looking over his shoulder at the rest of his team.
The other seven quickly got to their feet and the mood changed quickly as they stood firmly with their weapons in hand, the human in front had a map appear on his goggles again and a quick red circle blink a few times before everything disappeared.
"Let's move," came simple words in a deep commanding voice, unlike the one he was speaking with earlier and all eight of them quickly charged off to the left toward where the gunshots had sounded from.