12-05-2008, 03:44 AM
Dev led his group into a small room, off the main hall. The NCO(Non-Commisioned Officer) Break Room. There were six soldiers, all of them unarmed. Off duty, enjoying a snack and a cup of coffee.
Dev immediately recognized one of them as the soldier that killed his baby sister.
"TORRES!!!" Dev barked, growling deeply, "YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!!"
******
"Hmm...we're close." Sable said, checking her map.
Just then, an automated guard rolled by, then stopped. A hatch on its side opened, and a barrel poked out.
*TTTZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
Sable raised her paw up, not looking from her map, and fired a concentrated beam of electricity from her paw, frying the complex internal computer inside the machine.
"As I said," she stated calmly, "we're close."
*******
The big Diesel held off attack after attack, leaving the battle at a standoff. Humvees and Jeeps lay around it, blown up and ripped to shreds by the nose-mounted Vulcan Cannons. Soldiers lay dead all around it, while others had taken up defensive positions behind wreckage.
Brandon sat quiet in the truck, waiting for their move. He wouldn't kill anyone who didn't try to kill him first.
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"Well then, Lab Rat." Dr. Herbers said coldly, "if you have such a problem with workplace discrimination, maybe you should flee with them. Think of it as an experiment. If you flee with them, can you survive long enough to breath fresh air? We both know that they're aware of our association."
Dr. Herbers tapped the video screen, showing the massacre in the NCO Break Room.
"Especially if they come back in contact with that group. Variables, all of them. Dev has been genetically altered to have increased aggression, and, over the years, we've been able to turn it on and off like a switch. This makes him very unpredictable."
Dev immediately recognized one of them as the soldier that killed his baby sister.
"TORRES!!!" Dev barked, growling deeply, "YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!!"
******
"Hmm...we're close." Sable said, checking her map.
Just then, an automated guard rolled by, then stopped. A hatch on its side opened, and a barrel poked out.
*TTTZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
Sable raised her paw up, not looking from her map, and fired a concentrated beam of electricity from her paw, frying the complex internal computer inside the machine.
"As I said," she stated calmly, "we're close."
*******
The big Diesel held off attack after attack, leaving the battle at a standoff. Humvees and Jeeps lay around it, blown up and ripped to shreds by the nose-mounted Vulcan Cannons. Soldiers lay dead all around it, while others had taken up defensive positions behind wreckage.
Brandon sat quiet in the truck, waiting for their move. He wouldn't kill anyone who didn't try to kill him first.
******
"Well then, Lab Rat." Dr. Herbers said coldly, "if you have such a problem with workplace discrimination, maybe you should flee with them. Think of it as an experiment. If you flee with them, can you survive long enough to breath fresh air? We both know that they're aware of our association."
Dr. Herbers tapped the video screen, showing the massacre in the NCO Break Room.
"Especially if they come back in contact with that group. Variables, all of them. Dev has been genetically altered to have increased aggression, and, over the years, we've been able to turn it on and off like a switch. This makes him very unpredictable."
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
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Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
