My Story - Chapter 2
#2 of My Story
My Story
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Chapter 2
Base Camp Delta, Location Classified
June 22, 2010
0800 Local Time
I packed up enough supplies to last me at least a week. I decided to take my Barrett .50 cal, M-4/M203, a Javelin launcher with 4 reloads, a P-90 as my sidearm, a prototype railgun, and a highly modified M240 heavy machinegun. The railgun ran off a very small Americium reactor, not very radioactive and unfortunately I couldn't use it as a last ditch nuclear hand grenade. Heh looking back I now wish I'd brought along either a few MOABs or at least a tac nuke. Hell I figured it would be me vs. 20-30 terrorists, who had little to no training. Boy was I wrong.
Within a few hours, I was taken within 15 miles of the camp. Soon I found myself a cave overlooking the surrounding area. Looking around the enemy camp, I sat back in horror. I immediately set up my radio. I had to talk to Captain Zerrex right this minute. "Zebra Alpha come in, this is Berserker. Please respond." A hiss of static. "Berserker this is Zebra Alpha what's the problem out there tonight?" "Intel was wrong again, very very wrong. There ain't 20-30 troops here more like 800-1000 absolute minimum. I repeat, 800-1000 absolute minimum. Looks like they have 25 T-89s, 40 ZSUs, 50+ loaded and fueled mobile SCUD launchers, 30 Hind choppers, and what looks to be a few Russian Foxbats sitting on a makeshift runway. There is an entire army here, sir. I need either air support or some serious reinforcements on the double. Also no sign of their leader, yet." Damn what were a bunch of backwater terrorists doing with this much hardware? Not even Intel could fucking miss this much stuff, even if they tried to.
"Berserker, that's a negative to both your requests. You have to complete your mission using only what's with you. Politics are stopping me at this time, son."
"Bullshit, they've never stopped either of ya before, so why now? Can I at least have a bunker buster or 2, to level the playing field a little?"
"Nope", came the reply.
Grrr. "Alright then Zebra Alpha, this is Berserker signing off."
Even if I scavenged enemy arms, I was still seriously screwed. Even if I went AWOL I'd also be dead. You didn't desert our group and live to tell the tale. I was damned if I did or damned even worse if I didn't. Well fuck it all, I knew that more than likely my scaly ass would end up roasting over a fire later tonight, but if I could kill the bastards that sparked these events off that led me here tonight, then I really wouldn't care. Well I couldn't hit them in broad daylight. Time for a nap.
Overlook above terrorist camp
Same day
2100 Local Time
I wake hearing the noise of a small convoy of trucks stopping near my position. "Heh" I thought "this is my chance to either get into the camp undetected or find some new weapons." I was in luck; the trucks were carrying only two squads of troops. I laid down and brought out my .50 cal. I decided to attach a flash suppressor to the end of the gun. All that could be heard were eight soft snaps, almost like small firecrackers going off. In less than a minute, both squads were down for the count. What I discovered in the back of the trucks though scared me shitless. There were enough materials in the crates to make more than one nuclear weapon. I opened up the radio and sent an emergency call to the Captain.
"Zebra Alpha come in, this is Berserker. Please respond." A hiss of static. "Berserker this is Zebra Alpha what do ya need now. I already told ya that you weren't getting any reinforcements or airstrikes. So what is the problem out there tonight?" Jackass. "Well command I recommend we drop a tac nuke ASAFP! I've just discovered enough bomb making materials in just two out of many trucks to make at least ten or more large nukes." This ought to get their attention now damnit. "Berserker please repeat that last part" "They have more than enough goods to make more nukes. Was that enough intel for you, sir? Also sir, if possible move a few spy sats over here and enjoy the show. I might recommend putting on some tinted sunglasses soon. Over and out." I then turned my radio off. Let command stew for awhile, since there was nothing they could do except watch and wait. Let's see how these bastards like a taste of some of their own nuclear medicine.
In less than an hour, I moved what I needed from the trucks. I hid the remaining trucks and goods deep in a cave nearby. Just for shits and giggles, I placed IEDs all over the stolen equipment, and rigged them to chain detonate if any one were activated. For over three hours I sat in my overlook preparing two nasty surprises. One was a 50 Megaton nuke, and the other... well you'll find out about later. All I will say is that it involved pure Cesium.
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** Base Camp Delta, Location Classified**
Same day
Same time
"Captain Ravenlight, how are you doing?"
"Sierra-square, Delta-square, for the most part, sir."
Sierra-square, Delta-square or SSDD was our code for Same Shit, Different Day.
"What do you mean for the most part, son."
"General, we may have a problem with Berserker's mission. We believe he has cut off his radio and/or is ignoring repeated calls. The last transmission he sent was about nuclear weapons. He ambushed a convoy carrying bomb making materials and plutonium among other things. He asked us to redirect a few spy sats over his location, and said "...enjoy the show. I might recommend putting on some tinted sunglasses soon". Knowing him, he'll probably either make a nuke or detonate the supplies irradiating the entire area. Either way this will look real bad for us. I propose we send in multiple MOABs and wipe the area clean. We'll make Bailey a hero, kill the terrorist leaders, and save our hides."
"Captain Ravenlight, why in the HELL would I kill one of my own soldiers?! I don't like this anymore than you do, but damn it son, I ain't gonna kill one of my best warriors to do it. Now get your ass back in that truck and keep trying to raise the Lt., and I'll forget you ever said anything about killing that man."
Captain Ravenlight marched out the General's tent and ran back to the commo truck. Setting back slowly in his chair smoking a Cuban cigar, Killer thought "God help us if we can't stop him. I knew I shouldn't have sent him in there alone. The pain he's been thru is more than enough to send most men over the edge; why hasn't he snapped yet? I almost feel sorry for those in his path. Well I guess it's time to call in a few special reinforcements."
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Overlook above terrorist camp
Next day
0100 Local time
I was getting ready for my assault that night when a voice spoke in my head. "The prophecy will soon be fulfilled. Child of pain and rage, tormented and tormentor, avenger and killer, leader and follower it is time for you to rise up. It's time for your powers to awaken."
"Who or what the fuck are you, and why are you in my head? And what is this so called prophecy you speak of?"
"I was once known as an Elemental by your kind. Although it has been many a millennia since any creature could hear us. This world once sealed away from our powers, has in less than a decade started to reawaken. The prophecy is of the one who will free us from our prisons, and will either save existence or condemn it to hell. Hope we, that you chose to save us."
"Alright Yoda, quit with the riddles; just tell me what I either have to or am not supposed to do already."
"Impatient whelp, fine you are the fulfiller of a ten thousand year old prophecy. Also don't forget we are watching you."
"We, who is we? And before you bother me again, have every Elemental search, study, and memorize the internet. When you accomplish this task, I will listen to what ye old fart bags have to say." Heh this ought to keep them busy for a few more millennia.
"I will not answer the first question; you will answer it yourself in time. And where my I find this 'Internet' ye speak of?"
Dumb bastards, time to have a little fun. "Well, try reading a person's mind besides my own, but you will answer it yourselves in time, O Great Ones."
"We will see you soon, impudent and good for nothing sinner."
Ahh damn it my head hurts. What the hell did that thing do in there? Guess it's time to get ready to move on the enemy camp. After working on the nuke, I took up the remaining Cesium and applied it to the tip of my railgun ammo. See when Cesium (or Cs for short) hits water it very violently explodes. The human body is two-thirds water and 90% of a human's blood is water, so what does all this mean? Easy, when one of my steel rails tipped with Cs makes contact with blood they exploded like a hand grenade. Although one rail, which is the equivalent of 3 feet of steel rebar, will usually take out more than one person. With the Cs it will take out a large group of enemies with only one shot. This in turn makes my job a whole lot easier although I'm surprised that there are no patrols of soldiers anywhere near this area. I'll leave the nuke up here with a remote detonator and a timer. If I don't make it back here within a full day and disarm it; the bomb will detonate.
Great, this sucks, I have an army to fight, no backup, and I'm hearing voices in my head saying that I'm the fuckin' fulfiller of some ages old prophecy. What else will go wrong today? In truth, I really didn't have too much of a plan for the attack. I usually just wing it. Well looks like my luck may be turning after all. Is that an empty jeep, I spy yonder down the road...