26 Something of the past that shouldnst exis (1/2)
”Remember, we got company plus we are going right above where didn't want to go! Fuck I hate this! We'll try and divert these freaks from those three teams on the ground and get them on our tail, buying some time for them to escape! After that, we bolt to the location of package and retrieve it and leave as soon as possible, everyone clear? Is there any doubt?” Lyle asked as he reload his empty magazines.
”What's the worst case scenario?” The ever silent Edward asked.
”Worst case scenario? We all die.” Lyle said it simply but it sent chills down their spine. Of course, they aren't crazy enough to go kill themselves... Yet?
”Then what's the best one?” Reginald asked.
”The best? Let's see, we all walk out untouched with the fuse and his body, everyone happy.” Lyle said.
”Then, what's the good case scenario?” Flynn asked. His eyes were sharp. He looked at Lyle as if looking at his soul.
”...” Lyle didn't answer and stopped what he was doing. *cluck* *click*. He loaded the magazine into the gun and stood by the ramp door. Now this caught their interest.
”Come on Lyle, what's the good case scenario huh?” Flynn pressed on.
”Say it, the way you're acting shows that you're up to no good.” Putok said.
”SAY IT LYLE! WHAT'S THE GOOD CASE SCENARIO!” Flynn shouted.
”You guys go home with the fuse and the body! Happy? Now shut the fuck up!” Lyle said.
”Then what about you? Stay behind and play chess with those alien freaks over an afternoon tea?” Flynn asked. He walked over to Lyle's back.
”You know me the best Flynn, I'll get back once I know you guys are safe.” Lyle said softly.
Flynn gritted his teeth. He is just a useless guy. What Lyle said was clear, they will get in his way if things go south. Once he is in the clear, he can go all out. When he does, it will be hell. He had gone all out in the past and when be did, he massacred an army of two thousand men in a matter of seconds. No one lived yo tell the tale that day. It was only Flynn who saw that side of Lyle. It was like seeing a demon from the depths of hell. Frightening. Alarming. Terrifying.
From that day onwards, Flynn decided not to speak about this to anyone. Only a few of the living knows about Lyle's other side and only Flynn saw his other side in action. Reginald only saw the aftermath, not the process.
Flynn gritted his teeth.
”I-”
*beep*
”Everyone! Get ready! Opening the door, prepare to engage.” Chris's voice cut him off.
*ramp opening sound*
”Stand fast! Hold your post! Stand firm! Kill everything!” Lyle ordered.
The ramp door opened and the forest view became clear. They could see aliens running but only a few scouts, not a clusterfuck of them.
”Forget the scouts, aim for the main force!” Lyle commanded.
”Main force in sight! And holy fucking mother of titties! THERE'S WAY TOO FUCKING MANY OF THEM!!!!!!” Chris screamed.
”Shut the fuck up and fire the main guns you asshole!” Lyle said over the comm.
”Preparing Vulcan and 'Trash blowers', firing.” Claire said.
*durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
*pew* *pew* *continuously pewing*
Vulcan's function goes without saying, awesome! But the MXPIPFG code named ”Trash blower”, it was on a whole new level. It was firing plasma. The main weapons were fitted at the front of drop ship like how an apache attack helicopter has, but this drop ship has three guns instead of one. Two MXPIPFG on the sides while the Vulcan is fitted on the center.
If Vulcan is mowing down the enemy, then the MXPIPFG is leveling the ground. Each round has the power of an 110mm shell. And it was firing at a rapid speed.
The main weapons of the drop ship took care of huge number of enemies while the guns on the side operated by Putok and Enrique took care of the flanks. They were having fun with their Gatling guns. Lyle and the rest took care of the remnants, though they didn't kill off everyone of them.
Suddenly, lasers shot towards them out of nowhere. Lyle and his group, except Putok and Enrique, looked towards the sky. Six alien fighters were tailing them at the speed of a SU-57 while shooting lasers.
”Contact! Bandits on tail! Take them out if possible!” Chris said.
Ed immediately lay down on the floor and looked towards the enemy aircrafts.
”Chris, fly as slow as possible while dodging enemy fire, I want them to get close, closer the better.” Ed said.
”Wha-!? You ingrate! That's suicide! Go die alone if you want to die!” Chris said.
”Just trust me goddamn it! There's no time!” Ed urged him. They were already flying slow and now he wants this thing to go even slower, how can Chris not get angry?
”Ed, what are you...! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You smart ass son of a bitch! Brilliant! Chris! Do as he said!” Lyle said excitedly.
”What the fuck!? Connor you too!? Just what the fuck is wrong with you people! Why are you always walking towards death! Just try walking the other way for a fucking change!” Chris said in an almost crying tone. He was already having a hard time dodging enemy fire and now this. 'I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIEEEEEE!' Chris screamed internally.
Lyle also lay beside Ed. Flynn and Reginald followed. Chris did his never-did-before-best piloting.
”I'll take two.” Ed said
”I'll take two as well.” Lyle said.
”Then we'll take one each.” Flynn said.
”Just what are we gonna do?” Reginald asked.
”Follow us.” Lyle said.
”DEPLOY ANTI-AIR!” All three of them, except Reginald, said in unison.
”DEPLOY ANTI-AIR!” Reginald followed as he was told.
AFFIRMATIVE.
COUNTER AIR MEASURES ACTIVATED.
STINGER MISSILES PREPARED FOR LAUNCH.
WAITING FOR COMMAND.
STATUS: READY (STAND BY)
The same game-like interface showed up before them.
”Lock on.”
TARGETS LOCKED.
UNKNOWN!
AIRCRAFT MODEL NOT FOUND IN DATABASE!
UNKNOWN!
AIRCRAFT MODEL NOT FOUND IN DATABASE!
AIRCRAFT FUNCTIONS: UNKNOWN!