Craig crested another rubble-laden hill and paused. The screaming is very close now, just over this half-trashed warehouse-like building. He could also hear some intermittent gunfire and - slightly disgustingly - sounds of various body parts being reduced to little more than pieces of organic matter.
He climbed some stairs inside the building and arrived at a piece of half-broken wall, and unslung his DMR, scanning the ground below.
The man was still there - well, he's moved a bit, judging by the trail of corpses behind him - and he was currently caving in a man's skull with nothing but his bare hands. Craig watched, stunned at first, but recovered fairly quickly. Movement caught his eyes: directly in front of him and to the green-clad warrior's left, a squad of Nazis were approaching. Roughly fifteen of them, they walked silently, hurriedly, yet almost timidly - they've probably heard what happened from their surviving comrades... or, most likely, from the screams that rang louder than a rifle shot.
Craig aimed and pulled the trigger.
A round flew into the lead Nazi, pulverizing his head and leaving the headless corpse falling to the ground. They scattered immediately, taking up cover behind anything they could find. But the suppressor has done its job well - the shots must've been hard to locate, as many of them took up cover on the wrong side of there cover. The exo-linked compensator eliminated much of the kick, leaving Craig to manage the now-deduced recoil. The Nazis only caught on until Craig had to stop and reload, as they disappeared into a building.
Hopefully the blood-thirsty killing machine below knew what he was shooting at.
"Turns into shadows?" Cal blinked. "What, me? It's not shadows, really, and I don't exactly move from place to place, I just run. Really fast. And really quiet."
Redline grunted under his breath. This kind of small talk bored him - he'd much rather be out there, killing, conquering, terrorizing... anything that had to do with being physically active. "Resting in a book store" was far from his ideal quality time. Still, he made no complains: the reasoning behind this idling is clear and sound. Night time meant danger, danger that even a man such as himself might not overcome. Or that damned dragon he heard so much about.
Redline wondered how much it took to kill a dragon.
"Samsara, are you on-site? Confirm."
"Confirm, Command We are on-site and ready to breach." Irantu said. The four members of Tau-5 "Samsara" stood in front of a large warehouse, its doors locked down with multiple chains, padlocks and demonic seals. Utilizing Samsara for this mission was supposedly overkill, but no other MTF was close enough except for Samsara... and which commander didn't want a team of ass-kicking cyborg demigods as their main strike force?
"Roger that, Samsara. Breaching in three... two... one-"
A blast of neon green light shone from directly in front of them, and the four team members reflexively pulled out their sidearms - a blessed and ordained breach round doesn't glow green, ever. They tensed, ready for whatever otherworldly being that's going to jump out at them.
Nothing jumped out. Instead, it was more like... they jumped out. Or got dumped out, out onto a desolate landscape.
Irantu and Munru were to first to respond. After pointing their weapons this way and that, Onru and Nanku joined them.
"No danger." Onru reported. "Local Hume fields... stable. No demonic presence. No anomalous presence."
"Good." Irantu replied. "Munru, try to raise Command. Tell them what happened."
"Got it." Munru accessed his built-in headset, focused a bit, and shook his head. "No response."
"We are cut off." Nanku noted.
"Yes, we are cut off." Onru agreed.
Irantu blinked a few times. "Very well. We must salvage this situation however possible. I suspect that the green light was some sort of trans-universal portal, and upon activation-"
"Anomalous readings." Onru interrupted. "That way." She pointed to a dilapidated building. "Further, past it. Some sort of kinetological anomaly, very localized. Pattern matches a sapient individual."
"Then that is priority." Irantu decided. "Move up and assess the situation. I will take tactical command of this excursion from this point on forward. Onru, you lead."
She started running without a word, and the team followed her.
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