Rustle!! Rustle!! The wind blew silently in the cold night, as the moonlight shone down on the temporary terrorist camp. The whole camp was silent just like a graveyard, only the faint sound of soldiers snoring could be heard.
Clark slowly opened his eyes to see the starlight shining down, as he calmly took in his surroundings. Yesterday’s battle was simply too much of an energy drainer, he figured that everybody in the camp was already asleep from exhaustion.
The battle was fierce and tedious, the only reason he could still wake up was that he held back during the battle. He slowly stood up with apprehension, as he got ready to complete his training.
After seeing the strength of the high-grade soldiers, especially the ranged specialist and the commander. He became more prudent, as he directly removed the commander from his list of targets. The commander was simply a monster, to a soldier like hi
Boom!! Clark heard the familiar sound, as the commander was launched straight to where he was by the air compression device.Bam!! The commander's figure flitted above the air in a blur, he slashed at the traitor's armor with his sword as he landed. Clark could only grind his teeth, as he responded by hastily dodging to the right. “Warning!! Durability reduced by 20%,” the low-grade A. I of his armor, suddenly reported a warning for the first time since he started using it.Armors don’t naturally report damage, but if one blow dealt too much damage, the armor’s A.I is programmed to alert the owner as a precaution. He cursed, as he quickly attached his gun to his back. He unsheathed his sword, as he jumped forward, trying to run from this formidable opponent.“Clark I am disappointed and angered, I had high hopes for you”. The commander shouted as he rush
“My name is Clark, I am a cadet of the Spartan military on training,” Clark announced loudly, as he was handcuffed by the vigilantes.“You can call 223 to confirm,” he continued, as he deactivated his face armor to reveal his face.223, just like 911 is the Sparta Republic's number, to call for emergencies. As he introduced himself, some vigilante members already mobilized, as they went after the terrorists who pursued him here. He waited for over 10 minutes, as they did a lot of procedures, before finally confirming his identity. The way they spoke to him immediately changed, after confirming his identity. They politely started asking him some questions. “Who were those pursuing you?" They asked.He told them the whole truth, not excluding any detail, as he conveniently placed the terrorist or
“Shit, this is probably the first time that I woke up directly from a dream. What a stroke of bad luck,” Clark grumbled, as he got up. He looked around, and finally did a proper survey of the room that he booked last night. He admired the decorations and scenery. From the little he already saw, he knew that he got a nice hotel.
The church service ended around noon, as Clark stood up, following the other members. They all orderly left the church premises. He felt happy and fulfilled as he took in the fresh air outside. "I’ll be a bonafide soldier soon," he thought with a smile. As he smiled, a memory of his parents quickly flashed into his brain. Despite the complicated relationship he had with his parents, they were still his closest companions when they were alive. He missed them a lot. After entering the car, he
“How will I get the stuff after paying?” The man directly asked.“Oh, about that. You don’t have to worry; I’ll send the stuff to the black market in your area. Or you can tell me any other place; I’ll send it through a waybill”. Clark replied, after contemplating for 10 seconds. “Ok, that's good. I thought that you came to sell without reading the warnings and instructions. You’re trustworthy; I’ll pay for the items now. Send it to Bahamas city”.
Thud!! Thud!! Thud!! The sound from Clark's military boots echoed in the corridor, as he went straight outside. He walked directly to the payment building, where he met the cashier of the hotel.“Good morning, I am here to pay for the services and every other expense during my stay here. My name is Clark Pen…”“Oh, please I'm sorry for the interruption. I know who you are Mr. Pendragon," the female cashier smiled at him. He directly asked her to total his bill, after knowing that she recognized him.“Mr. Pendragon, the total cost for all the services is 120 Spartan credits”.“Good,” he replied with a smile, as he directly transferred the money over. He already did his research, even the price for their services is good, despite the excellent service provided. After s
Somewhere in a small town called Atique, Leo trained with his fellow terrorist soldiers as sweat beaded down his face. He repeatedly hit the training target carefully and cautiously, as he didn’t want to reveal his true strength.Unlike Clark, he didn’t attack the locals to grab the organization’s attention. He disguised himself as an errand boy for a local gang in the community. The leader of the gang took him as his puppy, as he was sent out on errands to steal and do a lot of other unconventional things. After a week of doing this, he became a bonafide member of the gang. He quickly entered a period of growth, rising through the ranks with abnormal speed. With his real strength, nothing could impede his growth in the gang.After another 2 weeks of being in the gang, he finally attracted the terrorist organization’s attention, as they saw him be a promising soldier. He was dir
During the cold late hours of the night, a pair of eyes blinked open, as it squinted to adapt to the dim lighting. Leo slowly stood up; he looked outside, as the silver light from the moon illuminated the darkroom a little.Like Clark, he also found an excuse to keep his bag. His lie was even more extreme, as he lied that the bag was his family heirloom. The terrorists didn’t fuss about it, as they’ve seen even more eccentric individuals.He stood up and silently moved to where he kept his bag, as he quickly checked his wristwatch for time.“It’s 5:40 am already,” he muttered silently to himself, as he donned his exotic armor and all his other equipment stealthily.He quickly equipped his throwing knives in designated places in his armor. He felt nostalgic as he finally wore his military equipment again, after more than a month of wearing only his camouflaged cadet uniform.He already made elaborate plans for this atta