I will be adding onto this slowly so please forgive me.
This world is not the one that we know anymore, don’t you get it people change all the time so why can’t a huge ball of dirt change. Plus it was our fault that our world has come to hate us, so if you want to blame it on someone blame it on yourselves. I am going to be frank with you all, plus what is there to hide anymore, if you are smart you would of already figured out how badly screwed up the world is right now. After the mutation bombs that we’ve unleashed upon the world, many things started to change for example about sixty percent of the world is destroyed, the countries have either fought to the last man or have called a cease-fire, and now we have a new enemy called the Horde at our doorstep. I could talk for hours about this but I figured even the dumbest of people will understand, and if some idiot who still don’t understand what I am saying well let me make myself clear from this day on there will be no more government except for the city Haven because we need to pool our resources in order to survive, thank you fellow citizens of the United Countries for servicing our government.
A speech given by Major Franton to all city states under the control and protection of the United Countries of Earth.
Location: Haven City, residential district no. 5
Time: Error, 50 min after the first rebellion
Kenta ducked as bullets streamed through the air where his head was. Then he lounged, throwing himself at the two men who just open fired, knocking the two off balance and unable to regain their footing. In one swift motion Kenta drew his katana from its scabbard and sliced the first mans chest open. Then taking the pistol of the fallen enemy he squeezed off two shots into the second man’s head, and unloaded the rest of the clip into the fist man.
Only after carefully searching the two men’s bodies and checking the both of them were dead, that Kenta wiped and sheathed his katana. Then he loaded his new pistol with a fresh clip, he smiled as he heard the reassuring click of the magazine hitting home.
“It’s good to be alive,” he decided, “even if I am stuck in a large underground city that is encased in 100 meters of reinforced solid titanium with a group of terrorists trying to take over it.” And with that happy thought he slipped back into the shadow of a mail box on the opposite side of the street, because the other terrorists are bound to be drawn here by the gunshots.
“This is Kenta; things are starting to get real rough, requesting immediate evacuation, damn it we need to bug out of this city!” Kenta called into his radio.
It took one whole minute for Kenta to receive a response. “This is control, Kenta where is the rest of your squad?”
“We were ambushed when we retreated to residential district No.5, those buggers already knew that we were coming. I am the only one left.” Kenta answered.
“I am sorry to hear that Kenta, we have one Eagle inbound for residential district No.4 to pick up Bravo squad in ten minutes, you might be able to hitch a ride with them.”
“Roger that control, Kenta out.” Then he snapped off his radio and took a good look of his surroundings.
Slowly he drew his katana from its scabbard and made sure he was carrying two extra pistol clips. Then ever so carefully he peeped over the one meter tall steel box; the coast was clear.
“It’s now or never.” He mumbled to himself.
Taking in one final breath he flipped over the steel box and ran for the safest route to district No.4, an ally about thirty meters away from him. Suddenly he heard the loud crackling of automatic fire followed by the piercing sound of shattered glass as the second story window to Kenta’s right was shattered into shards by the rhythmic pounding of a rifle. Some Bugger was hiding up there all this time!
Kenta dived into a barrel roll, and squeezed off three shots which forced the attacker to move for cover. Then he unloaded the rest of the clip into the window and took the precious seconds that he bought for himself to cover the rest of the distance to the ally, where he reloaded his pistol and let go of the breath with he had been holding.
Under the shadow of buildings Kenta found it extremely easy to maneuver past the terrorists, thus saving him a lot of precious time. Kenta felt like he was one of the old cartoon heroes that he used to watch with his mother’s old DVD player, and he arrived in residential district No.4 in no time.
Kenta’s ear piece crackled: “This is Overlord 3 informing all that need backup will have to freaking work for it, there is one heck of a welcoming party down there unless you don’t count the heavy mobile AA gun to your left Bravo squad. You better take them out in the next three minute or else you can kiss you Eagle good bye.”
“Roger that Overlord 3; your bird better be tough enough to take a pounding of rifle fire.” Cried a man over the symphony of gunshots.
“I am Kenta of Alpha squad, I think I can take out the AA guns Sir.” Kenta offered.
“Wait, how old are you?” asked the man from Bravo squad over the radio.
“That is not important,” said Kenta in his best let’s stop changing the topic voice, “All I want to know is if you need assistance on taking out the mobile AA gun? I am about fifty meters away.”
“Alright, how many men do you need?” The man asked.
“I am fine on my own, just pick off the buggers that might be a potential threat to our ticket home.” Answered Kenta.
“Fine, but no bloody heroics, got it?”
“Roger that, Kenta out.” Replied Kenta and shut of his radio.
This was going one heck of a battle and Kenta knew it. He licked his lips in anticipation as he waited for an opening that he might be able to use to take out the AA gun. He readjusted his grip on his Katana so that he can be able to make deep cuts just by flicking his wrist, and turned off the safety on his pistol. There were five terrorists guarding the AA gun, two had light M60 machine guns, one was giving the AA gun a quick checkup, and the last two idiots somehow got a belt fed grenade launcher up and running, giving everyone around bravo squad’s position a massive pounding. He figured this was a good of a chance as any, so he charged.
Kenta dived for the closest cover, a civilian jeep that had already been blown up and was now in flames. He aimed and fired two shots, one bounced off the AA gun while the second sent one of the men operating the grenade launcher straight to our friend way down stairs. The two men with the M60 machine guns were the first to react; they peppered the car with high calibre rounds. Kenta ducked, narrowly missing a round which would have gone straight through his head if he was a second too late, but it still left him with a cut on his right cheek. He figured that he still have about another five seconds before someone can use the grenade launcher and send a belt of explosives his way.
Kenta dived for the next cover and sprayed the enemy position with pistol bullets, one of them hit the other man who was operating the grenade launcher and sent the man to meet his fallen buddy. Kenta took shelter on the other side of the pile of sandbags which the two men with M60s were standing. He emptied the rest of the clip over the sandbag and heard a wet splash as one of the bullets struck home. He holstered his pistol and flipped over the bags brandishing his katana. He brought it down in a wide arc at the wounded man which he had shot blindly with his pistol, with a wet crunching sound the blade sliced through his shoulder and split his heart in half. The second man barely had a second to spare before Kenta plunged his sword into the man’s heart and taking his M60 Kenta sprayed a long burst into the last man who had just finished his checkup on the AA gun.
There was no time to lose, Kenta quickly sheathed his katana and readjusted the grenade launcher. There was probably a ton of places where a bugger with a RPG could be hiding and Kenta was determined to send them straight to the underworld. After loading the grenade launcher with a belt of thirty grenades he got to work destroying any potential sniper or RPG hideouts. Within the next minute it was all over, he couldn’t believe how much damage he could do with 30 rounds of highly dangerous explosives. But there was no time to be evaluating how much destruction he has left in his wake; he could already hear the high pitch whirling sound of an Eagle approaching.
Kenta turned on his radio, “All clear, the AA gun has been disabled and all potential sniper and RPG hideouts have been disabled. Overlord 3 I hope you can carry an extra grenade launcher, and by the way you are clear to land.”
The response came thirty seconds later, “Thank you, your LZ will be the clearing right next to mobile AA gun, all Bravo squad please move to that position, Overlord 3 out.”
Just to be safe Kenta switched his radio to bravo squad’s frequency and said:” All members of Bravo squad, do not open fire at the person operating the belt fed grenade launcher or else I will be forced to follow military law section 5 number 28: ‘All definite threat to one’s safety can be dealt with maximum firepower to insure no more harm can be afflicted to one ‘self or others.’ Do you copy Bravo Squad?”
Kenta’s radio crackled,” Roger that, Bravo squad out.” Said a man clearly irritated.
Just as the Eagle landed Kenta saw four men emerge from the building in front of him, he readied his grenade launcher, took aim and waited. As the four got closer Kenta was able to pick out more details; the first thing that he noticed was that they were an odd group, the first guy was tall and muscular he had curly brown hair; the second person was a short guy who looked like an unstable human bomb mainly because he had spiky jet black hair and weird tribal tattoos all over his face and arms; the third man was quite large, his belly was poking out of his regulation army uniform, he had black hair and dark brown eyes and slightly tanned skin; the last person was a woman she looked harmless enough with her luscious blond hair and pale skin, but her eyes was a completely different matter, Her eyes were icy blue, merciless, cruel and beautiful at the same time, she had that look it was like saying no matter how tough you are on the battlefield you are just another bag of rotten meat waiting to be disposed of. But it wasn’t Kenta’s place to leave witty comments, he is a fifteen years old child soldier who was born and trained his whole life to kill the Horde a collective race of mutated animals that for unknown reasons kill humans, but was forced to take out the trash.
As the four soldiers got closer, Kenta tightened his grip on the grenade launcher laying his finger near the trigger but not quite on it, yet. The short soldier whistled as he surveyed the dead bodies and the practically destroyed buildings around Kenta, “And that is why I hate teenagers Jin, give them a bloody weapon and they could destroy a city!” the short man said.
The tall man who must be Jin replied “I think you are just jealous Allen, I remember you told me that you wanted to blow up that apartment.” Then he pointed towards the building to Kenta’s left.
“Well so what if I wanted to blow up a stupid building, but look at what the kid done that is just total over kill.” Allen said.
“Allen, give the kid a break, he probably is scared out of his mind right now.” the woman said in an attempt to calm Allen down.
“Come on not you too Lisa,” Allen exclaimed, “That kid probably stole everything from one of our man we should punish him!”
At the word punish Kenta moved his finger from beside the trigger to on the trigger, but they haven't fired at him yet which means he is still not authorized by the military law to neutralize Allen.
“But look at his tattoo, I know this is hard to believe but it's a UCE Special Forces symbol which means he is an elite soldier.” The fat man said clearly surprised.
“It's probably a fake Scott, for someone from the Intel department to be fooled so easily that is a first.” Allen said ignorantly.
“Well let’s check the kid out.” Jin suggested.
Then he turned towards Kenta and saluted, “At ease kid, I am Sergeant Jin Branson. If you are from the military then identify yourself and give us your resent history.” He commanded.
Kenta returned the salute, took off the helmet revealing his face for the first time in over forty eight hours, and then he began. “I am private Kenta, I have no last name. I am from the United Countries of Earth, Global Defence Unit Section 13, code name Viper, and my service record code is: UCEGDUS13V791207495. I have currently transferred into Haven City Anti-terrorism Unit Squad Alpha along with my colleague Jackal. We are the last survivors of Alpha squad jackal is currently listed in the MIA section after the ambush.”
Kenta’s radio buzzed just as the Eagle’s pilot finished landing his bird.”This is Overlord 3 the sky is clear and we are expecting some light showers of bullets so if you guys are done exchanging pleasantries please board the craft immediately.”
Kenta answered:”Please give me one minute I need to try and locate my comrade, if he is not here by that time Overlord take off without me. Do you copy?”
“I didn’t come all this way for this, how about this I give you five minutes and if your comrade does not answer then you come with us.” Offered Overlord 3.
“Roger.” Kenta said.
Then there was no more talking, there is not enough time. As Bravo squad boarded the Eagle, Kenta switched the frequency of his radio to broad band so every frequency can hear him then picked up two chipped pieces of broken pavement and clashed them together three times, waited for three seconds then clashed them together one more time that was their signal for switch onto Alpha channel. Then he waited, every minute he would repeat the signal and then wait on Alpha channel.
When Kenta was on his forth minute the radio crackled: “Mayday, Mayday, Kenta where he hell are you, I am pinned down on the roof top of the Newton Emergency Hospital I need immediate extraction ASAP!” Said a helmet filtered voice which Kenta recognized as Jackal’s
“Roger that, Jackal.” Kenta said, then turning to the pilot of the Eagle he asked: “Is it possible that you can extract Jackal from the Newton Emergency Hospital?”
“I think so.” Replied the pilot in a strained voice.
Then there was no need to talk, not when a fellow soldier at stake. Kenta quickly put back on his helmet, and sealed the air tight hatch. He dismounted the grenade launcher for its tripod and made sure he had carried every last grenade he could find. Then he clipped a belt of grenades onto the AA gun, he picked up an M60 and some ammo for his pistol and emptied the M60 into the belt of grenades. With a jaw rattling “BOOM!” the Heavy Mobile AA Gun has been so utterly destroyed that it probably can’t even be recycled for scrap metal.
As Kenta entered the Eagle’s crew deck carrying his new grenade launcher, he overheard a short conversation between Allen and Jin.
“That was a damn waste of ammunition.” Said Allen.
“Stop being jealous and put that lazy butt of yours to work.” Jin said clearly tired of Allen’s rambling.
“I am not jealous, plus why would a man be jealous of a kid.”
“Oh come on, that kid might be a still a teenager but he is still three times the soldier you are.”
Kenta couldn’t help but smile at the comment.
“What are you looking at beat it kid!” Allen shouted his face red from embracement.
“Make me.” Kenta challenged.
Allen stood up to his full height which didn’t help much and drew his standard issued combat knife. Kenta dropped his grenade launcher, wiped his hands, and unsheathed his glittering katana. Kenta waited for Allen to strike so that killing Allen will be justifiable under the military law. Finally, after a long and agonizing wait Allen completely lost his patience and attempted to bring the knife down on Kenta.
Kenta knew this was a faint for when using a light melee weapon one will also be able to use one’s free hand to knock the opponent off balance and give the finishing blow with the knife. He raised his blade to intercept the knife and just as he anticipated Allen aimed a punch for his gut; Kenta sidestepped and tried to kick in on the chest, he jumped back. The sound of metal scraping against metal got the pilot’s attention.
“Wow, break it up you two. There is no verbal or physical abuse on this bird at least not if I can help it. The next man to try anything will have to walk back to control got it!” The pilot exclaimed.
Then the pilot said in a low voice of pity and admiration: “Damn Kenta I am glad you and your little friend are on our side. But I am not sure if I can make a clean extraction she is pinned down on the landing pad and there is about 30 enemy personnel there.”
Kenta loaded his pistol and peered out the left rare window. What he saw made his heart sank, sure enough he saw Jackal on the helicopter landing pad but around Jackal was a whole company of men ducking for cover as Jackal picked them off one by one. It was a losing battle Jackal was definitely going to either run out of ammo or get overrun by the sheer number of enemies. No matter how skilled you are in a situation like this where there is a mountain of odds against you on one hold out for too long unless they had back up, and the was exactly what Kenta was going to give.
Without a word Kenta slammed the open button on the bay door’s controls, then after grabbing a M14 semi-automatic combat rifle, some fresh clips of ammunition and a couple of grenades Kenta jumped clear of the Eagle. All he could hear was Allen saying: “Bloody idiot.” And the sharp whirling sound of the Eagle’s rotor blades. He had done this before, years of experience and muscle memory told him to spread out his arms and legs to reduce his speed of falling, then at the last moment he landed on his boots and used spare energy from falling to kick off into a dive the landed with a barrel roll just behind the enemy lines. Surprisingly enough no one had spotted or noticed his entry.
To keep the element of surprise Kenta slung his rifle onto his back and drew his katana. Silently as a ghost he went to work with the first few soldier to his right, he plunged his katana into the fist man’s neck, then by simply swing it sideways Kenta was able to cut the first man’s head clean off, and dispatch the rest of the enemy in a similar fashion with either chopping their heads clean off, slicing there chest open, or plunging the katana into their hearts the terrorists all drop with either knife wounds or a hole through the head.
Kenta heard the high pitch whirling of Overlord 3’s Eagle getting a closer look at the carnage as he finished slicing the last of the terrorists into ribbons. He took off his helmet, and let out a long sign. Jackal took off her helmet as well exposing her long silky brown hair; she had large glittering emerald green eyes slightly tanned skin.
“It took you long enough, where in the bloody world were you?” Jackal asked obviously relived.
“Planning a rescue party to save your butt.” Answered Kenta.
“Well I think you should get a reward then.” Said Jackal, then before Kenta could react she kissed him on the cheek, then added: “By the way happy birthday Kenta.”
Kenta did not know how to respond to that, all he could manage was a quick: “thank you.” Before putting his helmet back on to hide his blushing.
“Hay, don’t let her find the magazines under your bed.” Teased Lisa as she helped Kenta and Jackal into the Eagle.
“Oh great, another freak of a child.” Allen chimed in.
Kenta, suddenly driven by a protective rage shoved Allen to the floor and pulled out his pistol. “Call Jackal anything like that again my hand might just accidentally slip and a shell might just want to say hi to your brains.” Threatened Kenta.
Kenta felt a hand pressing on his shoulders he turned to meet the eyes of Jackal, she shook her head and pointed at the empty row of seats behind her. Kenta nodded his head twice, holstered his pistol and sat beside Jackal.
“We have a lot of catching up to do Kenta.” She said.
“You start Jackal.”
“Ok, but sit tight this is going to be a long story.”