and figure out the plan. And you look like you can handle yourself, so it'd be good if you could come with me. There aren't too many sane, capable people left down here...what are you doing?”
“Trying to get Eve on the radio, you know about her?”
“Yeah, the woman in the Control Room. I haven't been able to get anyone on my radio.”
“I know, Dark Ops has a transmission blocker set up. We have to talk through terminals,” Enzo replied. “That's what I'm doing.”
“Oh.”
“Enzo? Is that you?”
“God, finally. Yes. Look, the shit is hitting the fan down here. Can you give me a way out of here that doesn't involve getting fucked by the mutants or Dark Ops?”
“No. Not yet. I've got another job for you. Last I heard, there were two soldiers crawling around down there. One of them was Ramirez, the other was a Marine technician named-”
“-Lee, yeah, I've found her.”
“Oh, good. Listen, we need to be able to communication, and we also need to fuck up Dark Ops' plans. Luckily, we can do both at the same time.”
“And by we you mean us, right?” Lee replied.
“Yes. You're the only two down there. I can help you figure out a plan, are you ready?”
Enzo glanced at Lee. He sighed heavily, it was going to be a long fucking day.
“Yeah, we're ready.”
Chapter 09
– Dissidence –
Enzo was beginning to get sick of this.
Ever since he'd awoken naked on a pile of corpses, it had been one thing after another. Making repairs, fighting creatures, dealing with jerkoffs that wanted to kill him. Through the whole thing, like a fine crimson thread piercing the continuity of his entire existence, his shoulder hurt, a low, burning ache riding on the frequency of his own personal hell. It didn't hurt too much now, at least, he thought as he moved low through a corridor, the latest arrival watching his back. Something he didn't particularly enjoy, but she'd insisted.
Luckily, he was too busy for the pain, so it had been reduced to a background murmur for now. Just miserable white noise. And he knew that death and blood was ahead, which tended to help as well. Further up the way, a sustained burst of gunfire sounded, punctuated by intermittent shrieks. Enzo and Lee waited, falling back into a side corridor. While they did, Enzo reviewed the plan in his head, not wanting to get it wrong.
It was, at least, simple.
Simple plans were the best plans, given that they had the least likelihood of fucking up.
What remained of Dark Operations had set up something of a headquarters in Doctor Dietz's personal lab, Dietz being the mad scientist character he and Ramirez had run into earlier. Apparently he was the lead brain behind the entire project. They were, apparently, attempting to continue their experiments. The first part of the plan was to cut power to Dietz's lab. From there, they would crawl through the vents, into the lab and mount a surprise attack, destroying the transmission blocker and killing as many troops as they could.
The gunfire fell away and, after another long moment, footsteps sounded. Enzo and Lee kept still and silent, waiting. The footsteps were getting closer. Before long, a pair of Dark Ops troopers walked by the side corridor the two were hiding in. They stopped and shined a light down it. As soon as they did, Enzo and Lee opened fire, cutting the two men down, shattering their faceplates in sprays of red gore. Both men dropped to the ground.
Enzo and Lee waited for reinforcements and, hearing none, hurried forward and relieved the two fresh corpses of whatever ammo they had on them. Enzo was glad for the rifle, but still missed the almighty Burner. He wondered if there were anymore in the entire facility, but doubted it. On the other hand, there had been seven other experimental testing ranges in that lab, so there was a decent chance that there may be something equally impressive lying around. Having finished checking the bodies, Enzo and Lee moved on.
“I don't suppose
“Trying to get Eve on the radio, you know about her?”
“Yeah, the woman in the Control Room. I haven't been able to get anyone on my radio.”
“I know, Dark Ops has a transmission blocker set up. We have to talk through terminals,” Enzo replied. “That's what I'm doing.”
“Oh.”
“Enzo? Is that you?”
“God, finally. Yes. Look, the shit is hitting the fan down here. Can you give me a way out of here that doesn't involve getting fucked by the mutants or Dark Ops?”
“No. Not yet. I've got another job for you. Last I heard, there were two soldiers crawling around down there. One of them was Ramirez, the other was a Marine technician named-”
“-Lee, yeah, I've found her.”
“Oh, good. Listen, we need to be able to communication, and we also need to fuck up Dark Ops' plans. Luckily, we can do both at the same time.”
“And by we you mean us, right?” Lee replied.
“Yes. You're the only two down there. I can help you figure out a plan, are you ready?”
Enzo glanced at Lee. He sighed heavily, it was going to be a long fucking day.
“Yeah, we're ready.”
Chapter 09
– Dissidence –
Enzo was beginning to get sick of this.
Ever since he'd awoken naked on a pile of corpses, it had been one thing after another. Making repairs, fighting creatures, dealing with jerkoffs that wanted to kill him. Through the whole thing, like a fine crimson thread piercing the continuity of his entire existence, his shoulder hurt, a low, burning ache riding on the frequency of his own personal hell. It didn't hurt too much now, at least, he thought as he moved low through a corridor, the latest arrival watching his back. Something he didn't particularly enjoy, but she'd insisted.
Luckily, he was too busy for the pain, so it had been reduced to a background murmur for now. Just miserable white noise. And he knew that death and blood was ahead, which tended to help as well. Further up the way, a sustained burst of gunfire sounded, punctuated by intermittent shrieks. Enzo and Lee waited, falling back into a side corridor. While they did, Enzo reviewed the plan in his head, not wanting to get it wrong.
It was, at least, simple.
Simple plans were the best plans, given that they had the least likelihood of fucking up.
What remained of Dark Operations had set up something of a headquarters in Doctor Dietz's personal lab, Dietz being the mad scientist character he and Ramirez had run into earlier. Apparently he was the lead brain behind the entire project. They were, apparently, attempting to continue their experiments. The first part of the plan was to cut power to Dietz's lab. From there, they would crawl through the vents, into the lab and mount a surprise attack, destroying the transmission blocker and killing as many troops as they could.
The gunfire fell away and, after another long moment, footsteps sounded. Enzo and Lee kept still and silent, waiting. The footsteps were getting closer. Before long, a pair of Dark Ops troopers walked by the side corridor the two were hiding in. They stopped and shined a light down it. As soon as they did, Enzo and Lee opened fire, cutting the two men down, shattering their faceplates in sprays of red gore. Both men dropped to the ground.
Enzo and Lee waited for reinforcements and, hearing none, hurried forward and relieved the two fresh corpses of whatever ammo they had on them. Enzo was glad for the rifle, but still missed the almighty Burner. He wondered if there were anymore in the entire facility, but doubted it. On the other hand, there had been seven other experimental testing ranges in that lab, so there was a decent chance that there may be something equally impressive lying around. Having finished checking the bodies, Enzo and Lee moved on.
“I don't suppose
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