The Talon Family
Bloody Snow
January
Draft_2
By: Chase L. Currie
Gabriel let go Raphael letting his body faded back into
sight of the two men standing in the room. At first, they were shocked at the sight of the armored person and didn’t think about reacting
until it was too late. Their bodies hit the floor with Raphael changing out
chips in his rifle and slipped the empty one into his belt and stepped to the
door covering his sister.
She
walked over the computer kicking one of the men on the floor. Sure, the man was
out cold, and there was no real need to hit him, but she needed to let
some of her rages out building up in her.
A rage or a need to act out in violent ways. Some deep shadow in her was
rushing to the surface trying to get free bring Hell with it. A bloodlust she
never felt before was coming to a hard
reality within her, something she did not like. A reality she quickly saw in Raphael as well.
“Make
it quick,” he ordered.
“Wh
---” but the sound of gunfire followed
the dull ring of the bullets hitting the
metal walls already told her they were on to them. It was a smart move not to
sound the alarms once the bodies were founded
outside but to sweep the base quietly. Hopefully, whoever got into the walls of the fort wouldn’t be readying
themselves for a fight if no alarms were going
off. It was a good move, and a move she
should have thought of but failed to do
so.
She
smashed her fist on the keyboard trying to calm herself to force herself in
after being blocked by the base system. She could hack around it, but it would
take some time. Time, it sounded like she was quickly running out of, the bullets
were growing closer and louder, and
Raphael had started shooting back.
“You
got it?” He asked.
“I need more time,” she yelled at him.
He
glanced down the hallway there was another unit joining their allies, and he was sure some of them working their way
around to the other end of the hallway as well. “How much time?” He asked.
“Ten
minutes,” she guessed.
He
pulled a flashbang from his belt and tossed it down the hall. One of the soldiers yells
right before the grenade went off blinding them. “When you’re done come find me,” he told her.
She
jumped to her feet trying to stop him, but it was too late. He was running out
of the room firing as he did so. It was a reckless move, but it might give her
the time she needed if the group of
soldiers didn’t stop in the room to check on their fallen friends.
She had
to make it count, the time he was giving her. She drops down in the seat
working fast on the keyboard not thinking about the pain in her arm. She didn’t
care about the throbbing in her side all she cares
about was saving her brother now.
The
soldiers rushed by firing the weapons and one of them being hit by Raphael return fire. They glanced into the room not
seeing anyone in the seat and kept moving. They had to stop the intruder, but
Gabriel had hacked passed the block to the outside. She sent Paladin’s
emergency line with the code word that they were in trouble and the base team
members had become compromised. The warship was closest to the wreckage of the
U.S.S Antenora would receive the message.
All Paladin’s ship had an emergency protocol to send an emergency message to
all Knights within the Division to let it
know had sunk. The protocol gave coordinates where the ship had gone down with
a quick relate to why it was destroyed.
It a
countermeasure the man on the screen back at the ship knew before he blew it
up. It might have been the main reason he didn’t destroy the ship days ago,
didn’t want Paladin to know there was a threat
because if they did then the whole of
Paladin’s might would fall upon the base and no matter how powerful this new
foe was there no stopping Paladin armies.
She sent
the short message not waiting to hear back before dashing out of the room to
find her brother. The sounds of combat had moved on from her, he was pulling
them away as best as he could, but he was one person against an unknown enemy force. It was only a matter of
time before they got him. She had to get to him before then and get them out of the base. Hopefully, General Vernon
Cain would send in the Might Men or Gawain’s Marauders to deal with this
insanity.
“Raphael, where are you?” She
screamed into the radio built into her helmet, but he didn’t say a word back.
“Raphael!”
“Hello
Gabriel,” Rogan coolly said.
She
stopped dead in her tracks biting down hard on her teeth. Rogan was going to pay
if he hurt Raphael at all.
“It has
been awhile,” he said, but she didn’t say
a word. “I’m glad you made it off the ship.”
“What
did you do to my brother?” She asked sitting against the wall watching both
ends of the hall.
“Nothing,”
he said. “Or yet, anyways, he has that lovely armor over his body, but I don’t
think the armor stops air from entering his lungs.”
She sat
her against the wall looking up and praying to the Lord everything would be
alright.
“Come
to the southern docking bay,” he ordered, “And do it so I can see you, my
angel.”
“I’ll
be right there, love,” she hissed back cutting off the radio in her helmet.
She had a simple plan, sneak up to Rogan and
placed a knife in his throat. Once he was lying on the ground bleeding to death, she and Raphael would fight their way of
the base. Yes, it was a simple plan. An easy and quick one with the result
being what she needed to happen, but it was a dumb plan. It was a quick reaction to the beating in her chest. The
rage for blood was boiling over her to end this mission, to end a life, but she
had to calm herself.
She had
to think.
Think.
She
brought up the map of the base seeing the southern docking bay was over a hole
in the ice. It was used to drop submarines into the icy water and more than
likely, Raphael was hanging over the hole as she sat planning. But the docking
bay also had a fuel tank near it for the submarines which could help her out
greatly. She had a pocket of small bombs on her belt. They were no bigger than the
top of a tin can but held one massive punch in them. They were used to take out
tanks or open vaults if they needed to get into it.
Yes,
this plan was a little better, a little smarter but had to be pulled off perfectly and she didn’t have a
lot of time to do it. She ran at full speed down the hall heading to the
southern docking bay and her brother’s rescue.
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