Turn 7: The Briefing & Departure

[Mr. Death]

Elias exited the Assault GEV and opened the back door, revealing the massive chaingun. He didn't smile. He had a grim expression on his face, no emotion. He loaded the weapon up, slung the knap sack of ammo around his shoulders, and made his way into the compound. . .

He went off on his own. He didn't want to be with anyone right now, they were liabilities to his inner-berserk that had been brought out. As he maneuvered down the hallway, a figure ran across an intersection. Godchild didn't have time to shoot him, he was too slow to react with the large gun. He could hear the pit pat pit pat of footsteps however, and they were coming nearer. And nearer. An ugly face looked around the corner and then came sprinting at him.

The figure lunged at the same time Godchild squeezed the trigger. He tried his hardest to tilt the behemoth of a weapon up, but it was heavy as hell. The man tackled him, but this proved a stupid choice, because as soon as he was on his back, the barrels of the chaingun came up with ease, wretching apart the innards of the assailant. Intestines, blood, liver, lungs, kidneys, lungs, heart, and life drained from the man's body. A large hole in his torso that resemebled raw hamburger remained. It smelled like cooked hamburger though. . .Ironic.

Godchild stood up quickly, blood rushing to his skull giving him a pounding headache. Was it real? Or was his bloodlust what was causing the headache? Did he even care? He hefted the chain gun. Apparently not. He kicked the corpse just to be sure it was dead, and then continued to move on. Wait. Breathing. Heavy breathing. A sprinter? It was coming from behind a door. He could hear a dee doo doo dee deet deet of an security pad being used. He turned the eight barreled chaingun toward the door and squeezed the trigger.

whir whir whir whir whiiiiiiiiiir the barrels spun around faster and faster until the hellish projectiles spewed forth through the door. The door opened and a man with a shotgun in both hands and a surprised look on his face dropped to his knee, the other torn off from the horde of bullets. Elias closed his right eye and watched with his cybernetic eye as the man's body temp quickly dropped, turning black. Technology was something grand. He kicked the man aside and moved on. Jane had to be somewhere in here.

[Cartwright]

(OOC: No. That was even said inside the situational post.))

[Mr. Death]

((I hope that was "Power Playing" or "Unrealistic" to you Cartie. . .=/ I'm walkin on eggshells lol))

[Cartwright]

As Godchild moved on, a grenade landed between his feet. He leaped for cover, dropping the chain gun. The grenade exploded, taking the chain gun with it. He arose from his position and tried to tackle the assailant, but was punched down and knocked out. He was then dragged away. When he would awaken, he would be strapped down to a table. One Marine MIA and a platoon of Marines left.

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[Shadow]

Hayek had tried to follow Godchild but was a bit caught up keeping the other marines from dying, "Bunch of fucking idiots..." He sighed none of the missions so far made any sense at all. Everything that could logically go wrong has and mostly because of the lack of information given to his marines. Everyone ignores logic for superior orders and no one can see that it's suicide to do some things... His gun blazed and his enemies dropped as he fought his way through finding his way to where Elias had been only moments before and leaving a new trail of bodies in his wake they'd no where he could be found at least... He hugged the walls and any cover he could find taking every advantage possible including the lighting in the area.

[Mr. Death]

Elias awoke groggily. He was strapped down to a table looking up. Where the hell was he? Wait. That's right. He could vaguely remember coming to a dig site. . .His adrenaline and his bloodlust must've taken over. . .He couldn't remember a lot, as if he'd been intoxicated. Had he been so foolish to seperate from his family? God how could he have been so. . .

"Stupid" Who was that? He turned his head from side to side with the limited amount he could. There was someone there. A man, shirtless with a large black trench coat on. That was strange. . .Wasn't it cold?
"You're quite stupid for leaving your friends. . .Either you're incredibly stupid or incredibly obsessed. . ."

"Agh! Let go of me!" Jane's voice was like a tide of cool water rushing through Elias' mind. He was awake now, no blood lust, just the Marine he was, Mr. Death, Elias Godchild of the Hell Hounds.

"Such a petty creature shouldn't be sought after with even half the zeal you possess marine. . .Godchild hm? Well Godchild. . . No dogtags. . .Hm. . .Might as well be a dead man. . .If I didn't know anybetter" He laughed. Who was it!? He sounded so familiar!

Gunshots could be heard. Who was it? There was only one source of gunshots. . .Could it be Hayek? Or was it Kane? Either way, Elias could use their help. He stilld couldn't believe how foolish he'd been! The man's attention was diverted to the gunshots as well.

"They're coming sir" A younger voice said from the darkness.

"Well well. . .Nightengale. . .It would appear my time with you is up. . ."

"Agh!" He must've hurt Jane again

"I have a feeling we'll meet again" He laughed until his chortle faded with the blackness.

"HAYEK!!! KANE!!! I'm in here!!!" He was Elias again. . .He had that cold, calculating void around him again, and he was ready for whatever.

[Cartwright]

Suddenly, a Marine burst through the door. It was Hayek. He gunned down to hostiles who tried to take him down from afar and then unstrapped Godchild from the table.

"Next time you do that, I'll shoot you in the legs." Hayek said, grinning.

"I guess I'll try not to be stupid." Godchild said, returning his grin.

The two Marines soon regrouped with their squad. As they continued down the corridor, the radio crackled on.

"Lieutenant Sharpton, this is Strauss. I have information for you and the Hell Hounds. I have been monitoring the security cameras within the facility and it appears that these terrorists are in some way vampiric. Over."

The Marines all looked at eachother, startled at the news. Lieutenant Sharpton clicked on his communicator and spoke into the microphone. The confusion could be heard in his voice.

"Vampiric? What are they doing, sucking someone's blood or something? Over." Raptor inquired in confusion.

"Ja. They have been sucking on eachothers blood through bites to the neck. It appears it gives them strength. There is no mentioning of experiments of this nature in the Union Aerospace Corporation archaeological dig database so it is not due to a UAC experiment. Do not let the terrorists near your neck. Strauss, out."

Before anyone could say anything else, the voice of Morris came over the communications.

"Thanks, Strauss. Hell Hounds, listen up! Our demolitionist is going to need your assistance getting to the lower level. Escort him to the generator room and cover him while he plants the explosives. Morris, out."

The Marines had their mission and soon traveled to locate him.