《181: Dark Vision》Ostria
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Illina: "On ma'am order, you guys will breach the Ostrian military base, using explosives and take back what is rightfully ours, the documents. Under no conditions are you to fire your weapons during this operation, if you do it could spark an international enquiry. Only use weapons when necessary."
-"Roger!"
Illina: "I will leave everyone to prepare. We will send two Madward from the air force to encourage you all when you guys need it."
I nod and leave the room. As soon as I went, I heard someone calling my name. I turned my head and realized it was Odyn with a radio and a smoke grenade in his hand.
Odin: "Hey, Oskar, I think you will need this."
-"What's this?"
Odin: "A radio to call down fire and fury."
-"I think that would be a little excessive, did you not hear our orders? No shooting, a bomb will spell international disaster."
Odyn: "Don't underestimate the commandos, they apply guerrillas tactics, hiding deep in the forest. The only way to slow them down is by calling airstrikes."
-"But it couldn't stop them, it only slows them down. If we missed it, it could create a whole mess. But why me?"
Odyn: "Because you are the leader of this team. We trust you."
I said nothing as I looked at him and hesitantly grabbed the radio. I am scared that others believe in me in the most stressful circumstances. I don't blame Odyn. I fear I'm going to make him and people disappointed.
Odin: "Use it when you need it most. Let's go now. We're late,' He looks and pats me on my shoulder. I slowly nod and walk out, getting into the helicopter.
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Illina: *"You guys are now in the enemy zone, you guys will attack into the main building. Take all the documents and get out of there, permission to use firearms but not anytime or were you guys like to avoid a war, understood?"*
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-"Roger!"
Illina: "Mission status: Active."
As soon as we got the green light, Ghast dropped the rope. Everyone slipped down, one by one. I look at Krugz as he gives me a sign to continue. I nod and keep going. The darkness settles around me as I could see a small dot light from the far, the crisp air in the west makes me shiver a bit as my breath steams in the air as the trees staring at us like silent sentries.
-"This is Kyt, making contact with the snipers" I whispered as softly as I could, feeling like there was an invisible force that kept me from speaking out loud as usual. I kept looking around as I could notice a small squirrel on a tree staring at us. Those black eyes are gazing straight into our souls, our fear. As if it were laughing at us:
Cyro: "This is Cyro. We are in position."
-"Good. Out."
I walk to Krugz and whisper in his ear:
-"Krugz, you'll lead the defender to go around and hide somewhere near the barracks. We'll use pincer tactic," I said calmly, Krugz looks at me and nods.
Krugz: "Defenders," he said in a quiet, but sharped voice and walks away as the defenders follow after him while I command the attackers to follow me. A few were confused about where the defenders going, but most of them understand what my intention is:
Flatline: "Where are they going?"
Ghast: "Pincer tactic."
I could hear them whispering as I soon ignored it and looked around. The cold wind blows on my cheek while I try to stay calm since anything can happen in the forest. Traps, ambushes, noncombatants suddenly appear and so on. The footsteps, the wind and the leaves befalling are the only sounds I could hear as my heartbeat goes like a racing car, and my head comes up with everything to prepare for the worst cases. I have to keep myself calm, "only use firearms when you need it the most, always pay attention and not get distracted," I thought. Just as expected, a bad situation happened.
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Suddenly, I hear a yelp from behind and immediately turning around as an arm wraps around my neck and tackles me on the ground. It strangles, suffocates me to death. I try to stay calm and not touch the firearm trigger while trying to find something that can hit back. I try to get the knife in the tactical vest and stab the enemy side's belly. It was a male voice. He screams in pain as I take this opportunity to break free from the pin and grab the knife, take out and stab into another spot, but before I can do it, he punches my wrist and pinning my hand as he tightens his left arm around my throat, cutting off my air supply.
My head spins madly, as I try gasping for air, but his arm is pressing against my throat, I could feel my oesophagus closing. The edge of my vision goes dark as I'm unable to resist, no matter how hard I struggle. His grip is too strong to wriggle out. My lungs started to ache, and my eyes were bulging. I slowly pass out due to lack of air.
Suddenly his arm stops strangling my throat and someone pulls me out of him. I'm immediately gasping for air and taking a deep breath as I could, I still feel dizzy in my head and vomiting:
Flatline: "H-Hey... A-are you okay?" She asks me in a worried voice. I nod, but it took me a moment to find my voice.
-"Y-yeah...," I spoke in a hoarse whisper. I turn around and see Mute is checking the enemy. He looks at me with dark emptiness eyes and shakes his head. I stand up and walk over, look at the body.
Nova: "Commando forces. We were getting ambushed by a small patrol group or so whatever," he said in a calm voice.
I look at him then back at the body, "p-permission to u-use fla-," I cough up blood and falling as Nova catch me:
Nova: "I gotcha. Permission to use flashlight."
-"Allow, but only use in the shortest time possible."
Flatline walks to and kneels, taking the flashlight out the vest and checking the body while I look at it, black balaclava with a bullet in the head. He wears camouflage clothes, a light bulletproof vest and an ASR rifle behind his back. I look at Flatline and signalling her to turn off the flashlight as she does so:
-"W-we must k-keep going," I said in a gruff voice and coughing.
Nova looks at me as he nods, he slowly loosens the grip on my arm as I close my eyes, take a deep breath as I could and tighten the grip of my rifle:
Ghast: "You okay?"
I slowly open my eyes and look at Ghast. I couldn't see him since he's wearing black camouflage armour, but at least I could see a small skull drawing on his mask:
-"I'm ready."
Flatline: "Call us when you don't feel well."
I look at Flatline as I nod and start walking.
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