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Sorokin nodded in response as he helped Aenigma up with one arm, while reloading his Model 500 at an impossible speed to switch to a different ammo type. Once Aenigma was upright, he shot him with an oversized Rubber Bullet in the elbow, effectively breaking his entire arm and rendering a chance to backstab him useless. To make matters worse, it was point black, which would have felt like Aenigma’s bloodstream being injected with Napalm. Sorokin held his neck to ensure he didn't fall to the ground, but threw him over to Adrian and the rest of the group. “You might have decided to come and join us, but seeing as you killed some of my men and try to kill me in the process, you’ll not need any assistance for a while.” Sorokin said before looking at Adrian in the eye. “If we get invaded again by a foreign power, you know what to do.” And with that, Sorokin vanished.
He slumped on the large rock, trying to catch his breath. This was not Allans day, his home was gone, his family somewhere around the globe in god-knows-where, and now he's being hunted. He made sure he had a full clip in his shotgun... only five shells still. He was ready fro anything. (How big are these drones?)
The giant nodded to his men. "Let us have a word with him." One grabbed Aenigma, hauling him over his shoulder. It was not too long before they were at an old church, abandoned for some time after the loss of faith throughout the world. The ground below held what seemed like a dungeon, an old record playing the music of the Landsknechte, a guild of mercenaries from the times of Old Germany. Aenigma had been placed in a cell, which was open, but it appeared that the only way in or out was a door that could only be reached by a very tall ladder. Aenigma was not alone. Here lied those excommunicated by the Brotherhood, death being but a reward, where the men would waste away in hunger, eating each other at times, even dead bodies, whatever they could salvage to survive. The two men were at the door, waiting for their leader to finish his business with the other man who said would join Millennium...
(Big enough to not fit in the cave the Infantry squad and you are in.) The continued to advance slowly, looking behind every crack, crevice, corner they could. Their lights continued to bounce around the cave before... One of them spotted Allan and held the rifle up at him, shining the light at him. "US INFANTRY, HANDS IN THE AIR NOW!" he yelled.
Allan was alert, but not fast. He turned and dropped his rifle to the ground, but he had a plan in mind. he Laser Lining Machete was holstered on his back. He quickly grabbed it at thje same time of activation, throwing it, it went through the troops head, killing him. He then grabbed his shotgun and fired at another, idling the second one before disappearing into the darkness once more. He was going to have some fun before he escapes.
The rest of the squad looked over in the direction of the two dead infantrymen, their lights glaring through the cave. "To Hell with it!" one of the living yelled. "Secure the bodies for CASEVAC then blow the entrance to the cave. I'm not risking anymore of you for some savages." Two of them moved to grab the while the rest of them began planting C4 charges near the entrance. "All we wanted to do was make contact and help, but no!"
Allan felt pretty bad now. His clan had always been hostile to outsiders, but this time they might have pushed it over the limit. Looking around, there was a large hole in the ceiling of the cave that led to the outside, "Perfect." He began to climb, hoping he would not get caught.
