Tribe Wars: Replanning.
#2 of Tribe Wars
What happens when the Tribe have the same ideas as you. Read and find out.
Reaper, Hawk, and King had all popped out of the alley low and sweeping the directions. When they saw the building, they went right back into the alley. The building was perfect. Tall walls with an iron gate surrounded it, with a sniper tower on each corner. There were very few windows, only big enough for someone to look and shoot out of, so assaulting meant up the middle towards the double doors which also looked steel or iron. It was built for war, with most of it reinforced in the middle with metal. There was only one problem.
"Holy Hell, I thought you said that building would be clean!" Hawk looked at Reaper "There is nothing clean about it."
Reaper looked at them."I said it was clean when we drove by. That was before we knew Tribe were here. Obviously they thought it was a good HQ as well."
"Both of you stow it, now! All Squads, the previous coordinates given are conflicted. Tribe are nesting hard. Meet up on this signal, but be careful. Out!" King then looked at Reaper and Hawk. "We need to scout out. I will wait here for any survivors. You two go around, see what you can and report back. Double time!"
Reaper and Hawk crouched and peered around the corners. They didn't see anything in the streets, so they sprinted to the next alley.
"Hawk, how good of a scope did you bring?"
"Standard, 5x and 10x zoom. Why?"
Reaper looked up at the building they were standing by."I am thinking, we go up to the roof, see what we can. And figure out good over watches." Reaper then looked at Hawk. "If you think you can handle the stairs."
"Roger that buddy, but I think you will be the one having issues, support isn't known for stamina." Hawk was too busy laughing to see the glare Reaper shot him.
They both walked up to the door with Hawk watching their sixes, while Reaper tried the door. The handle jiggled, but that was all.
"Locked. Damnit! What now?"
Hawk looked around. "How sharp is their hearing?"
"What?"
"There is no one on the walls or towers of that place. WE can hear the Tribe, will THEY hear us?"
"Probably, why?"
Before Reaper registered what was happening, Hawk walked up, and planted his boot just below the handle. There was a crack as the door frame splintered, and the door flew in with a bang.
"Move. Now."
Reaper turned his flashlight on and went in. He swept around, but soon saw it was deserted.
"Clear."
They moved up the stairs as fast as they could, Reaper giving Hawk shit for his "Briliant tactical move, that not even a General could think of", and burst out onto the roof. But again, they were not the only ones with that idea. When the door banged open and they could see in the light again, they saw two figures, and they were not human. One was a boar human. The other, well they couldn't say what it looked like.It had a spider like look, but with tiger, lion, bear, and dog aspects as well.
"FU..." was all Reaper got out before the Mut hit him. It knocked the wind out of him, as well has his gun. Up close, he saw it was definately more spider, barely. It had the body of one, as well as the eyes, but with a muzzle and teeth of a dog. There was a dark brown pelt of fur, with stripes all over it. It also had patches of a mane growing out of it. It went to bite him, but Reaper rolled away and watched it slam its own head into the ceiling. The Mut was still, and Reaper looked over to see Hawk was wrestling with the boar. Reaper almost counted himself lucky, as Muts were dumb and simple. However, they are the most savage thing in the Tribe army. At least Hawk and the boar were even. Although he is a sniper, Hawk is a contradiction to the usual sniper build. While most are smaller and quick, so they can hide and evade easier, he is huge. Built like a tank, he is 6' 2" and about 300 pounds of muscle, making him, slower, stronger, and a lot bigger than most snipers. However, when it comes to aim, none could beat him or his eyesight, which earned him the name Hawk in basic training. The boar and Hawk were locked hand in hand, neither able to out power the other. Reaper ignored him for the moment as he heard a scream. Apparantly the Mut didn't kill itself like he hoped, as he looked over and saw a stream of white coming at him. He tried getting out of the way, and alomost did, but his hand still got hit. He screamed in agony when the webbing hit him. He looked and saw millions of tiny barbs in it, making it seem like a finer razor wire.
"Son of a Bitch!" Was all Reaper could manage as he grabbed his boot knife and started to hack at the webbing, ignoring the amount of pain each jolt sent into his hand. However, he realized it was the least of his worries as a shadow dropped over him. He looked up to see the Mut almost smiling at him.
"Meal. Soft. Moist. Mine." It dove to eat him, but stopped halfway as Reaper swung as hard as he could and planted the knife to its hilt in the Muts neck. He pulled it out and a black blood spilled all over him. It smelled of rotting meat and sewage, making him almost gag. The Mut fell back, twitching as the last of it's blood ran out, but dead. Reaper didn't care. He was awash in pain, but had to ignore and see how Hawk was holding up. He saw him, but the situation was grim. Both the boar and Hawk were bleeding. They had given up the power struggle, and had gotten right down to fist fighting. The boar would swing with all its might, and Hawk would block, but the hit would still stagger him. With the boar drilling him, Hawk couldn't keep his footing and went down. The boar had his back to Reaper, but he could hear the snarling as he looked down at Hawk.
"This will feel so good. Your blood dripping from my hands. Your brains all over the CEILING!" As the boar swung, Hawk seemed to twitch. The boar missed, and Hawk was up in a second, and moving with a speed you wouldn't guess, got behind the boar. CRACK! Suddenly, Reaper was looking the boar in the eyes as it fell.
"Bastard." Hawk spat on the boar, then walked over to Reaper. "Dude, you smell awful. Did your date spew on you?"
"Shut it and help me dude. My hand is killing me." That was Hawk though, any time he got to do some up close and personal work, he was happy. Actually, any time he killed a Tribe, he was. Of all the people Reaper knew, Hawk hated the tribe more than any. The war started when Hawk was young. He had several Tribe friends he would play with, and his town co-existed with the Tribe. They offered a place to live, and the Tribe helped wherever possible. However, as the tension grew, several of the towns people decided Tribe that close was not a good idea, so they drove them out of town. As a result, when the violence started Hawk's town was hit hard. They had several factories in it that made different things for the military. The Tribe knew this, thanks to the ones driven away, and attacked it to prevent some of the military's build up. In the choas, most of the town went up in flames, including Hawk's family's house. His mother and father got him out as several of the gas lines blew, sending the rest of the house in flames. With the tears in his eyes reflecting the destruction, he swore that no Tribe would ever survive encountering him. Hawk put his shooting gloves on, meant to help keep the sweat from causing his rifle to slip on the shots, and ripped the webbing from the ceiling and Reaper's hand.
"JESUS CHRIST LORD ALL MIGHTY!" Reaper looked at his hand saw blood all along it, as the barbs shredded his hand. He grabbed the first aid kit in his pack, and got out some wraps and disinfectant. The disinfectant stung like a hundred wasp stings as he poured it, but he didn't mind. He gritted his teeth not knowing what the webbing had on it. He opened and closed his fist, making sure it was useful. The pain was slowly going down, not much, and he was sure he could still use it. He then started to wrap it as him and Hawk went for their weapons. Once secured, they got to the buildings edge and Hawk looked through his sight.
"Dear God. King ain't gonna be happy."