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Hercules - Part Two - Chapters 3,4
Posted By: Gallop444SJA<gallop444sja@hotmail.co.uk>
Date: 1 June 2008, 7:42 pm
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Chapter 3
"Last Resort"
Venus had made phenomenal progress. She had interrogated the guard for information regarding the whereabouts of the man on the intercom and relieved the man of his SMG. She tried to keep the incapacitations to a minimum and she had almost made it to the room. Unfortunately, there were two Mark VI clad Spartans guarding the door. Both were armed with AR's and multiple grenades. She was going to give up when she saw the loose sign above both their heads. She picked up a wrench from the toolbox and threw it at the sign. It clattered on top of the armour of the two guards and both fell to the ground with a thud. She retrieved the weapons and as much ammo as she could carry. She might have to go out all guns blazing. She smashed down the door.
Hercules was cold, hungry and annoyed. He hadn't got the answers he wanted. He was walking down the street. He had stored his amour at his low budget, low quality apartment. He walked past a T.V store. He saw the remains of the UNSC HQ he had blown up just yesterday. He stopped outside and saw the news reporter point at the damage. He was about to leave when he saw his face, well, the helmet on screen and an old UNSC picture of him. He also saw a huge sum of money underneath. He had seen enough.
He ran back to his apartment and grabbed his armour and put it in a case. Running down the stairs, he passed his landlord.
"Ey, whena you gonna pay the rent mes amigos?" He was old, fat and balding. He wiped his grubby hands on his already grubby shirt.
"Don't worry. I'm moving out." He pushed passed the landlord and carried on down the stairs.
"Yousa are a useless bum! Get a job!"
"Oh, I will."
Ten guns simultaneously clicked into the ready position. Venus had walked into a trap. She saw an old man sitting in a chair. His white hair was closely cut and his lips turned into a smile.
"Why hello Venus, what a surprise. I'm Mr. Wachowski." He signalled for the men to lower their arms.
She put down her weapon. "What do you want from me?"
"You've done very well to get here." Venus was getting annoyed. "We've been monitoring your progress on the bases cameras."
"You didn't answer my question. What do you want from me?" she walked toward the man. She heard the sound of weapons being aimed at her, but she only wanted to know what the answer was.
"Well, we want to hire you." He stood up and turned toward the window. "Your squad leader told me you were the best."
She smirked, "He wasn't wrong."
"Yes well, the pay is better, the healthcare is better, we have a full unlocked armoury," Venus liked the sound of that, "and you'll get Sandman back." At that moment, a holographic display flickered on, and there stood the Norse god.
"Hello, Venus." The man sat down again.
"So, do we have a deal?" He sat forward, waiting for the answer.
She stood there for a moment, weighing up the odds.
"Ok."
Hercules had seen an ad on the extranet. "Mercs wanted. Pays well. Try outs tomorrow." He needed the money and fighting was what he was good at. He pulled up to the gate. He preferred to keep his helmet on as he was waved into the course. He parked in the spot and retrieved his case full of his personalized weapons. He walked towards the crowd of soldiers and mercenaries. There was a speech going on by some one wearing Hayabusa, called Venus.
"Now, this job will be the best job you will ever have, so were gonna make you fight for it." There was an awkward silence around the crowd. The woman continued, "this wont be a training exercise, so live rounds will be used. Those who want to leave now, please do." A handful left. Those who were left looked tough and battle hardened.
"Those left, you will all be blindfolded and separately dropped into a forest where it will a last man standing event." She eyed up the hopefuls. "We will have medics stationed around. We will place a tracker on each of you and all the medics will have coordinates so just push your electric flare and you will be airlifted out."
Hercules liked the sound of this. Even if he didn't get the job, this would be fun.
"You all know the rules, Venus out!"
Chapter 4
"Rumble Pit"
The roadblock was small, there was only one guard and he had one pistol with one clip of ammo. Nothing much happened on this road, this dirt road. There had only been one car in the last 6 hours and that was some tourists on their way to Mt. Ante. But that didn't bother Peter; he just sat in his booth playing on his gaming console. He was oblivious to the events that would unfold.
He heard a buzzing and looked up from his T.V only to see effectively a giant lawnmower churning up the dirt road leading up to the gate. He paused the game and grabbed his PDA but not the gun.
The lawnmower stopped and the driver got out. The visor on his mask looked almost like sunglasses and glistened in the sun. His armour colour was a very dark green, almost brown. He held in his hand a huge knife with a gun on top of it. He walked over to the booth.
"What's yer name, sir?" he called out to the man. There was only silence. "Sir?"
There was no reply. "Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to put that weapon down while I ring the correct authorities." The EOD clad figure kept his mouth shut.
While Peter went back to his booth and radio the police, the man spoke up.
"I AM HARLEQUIN! ALL SHALL KNOW MY NAME! NOW TELL ME WHERE HERCULES IS!" Peter was shocked. He was petrified and stood still. He slowly turned around. The man was right behind him.
"FINE! YOU SHALL SUFFER!" shouted the man as he brought his weapon down so hard on Peter's head, his head just disappeared.
Hercules hit the ground so hard it made his energy shields deplete fully for a second. He quickly set about establishing a base of operations. He got to the top of the tallest tree and scoped the area out. He made an unwritten rule than until things got desperate, he would go for the legs. Although he was vicious, these people hadn't done anything to him, and therefore didn't deserve it.
He saw one man walk out into the open. Hercules got the first shot in. The man was barraged with bullets to the legs. So others had the same idea as him. He spotted the tracers of 3 other snipers and efficiently took them out. His sniper had no tracer and so the same fate would not happen to him. Four were taken out, so that left three including him. He placed his homing beacon by his weapon stash and took a BR and shotgun.
He stuck to edge of the valley and used his binoculars to find the enemy. He got some luck in the form of one Recon clad woman eating a meal. He saw that she had the same idea as him and had set up camp. He snuck up behind her and put her in a headlock.
"Have you seen anyone else?" he asked. He may as well before he knocked her out.
She struggled but eventually gave in. "Fine, to the east, a heavy weapons guy. Loadsa rockets and HMG's."
"Thanks." He said, before knocking her out and activating her flare. He took some grenades from her stash and moved toward the location she advised.
"So, are they what you expected?" Mr. Wachowski asked. Him and Venus were watching the valley from camera mounted on hornets.
"Good, good. Looks competitive. I wonder who will get the job." She folded her arms and walked out of the room. Wachowski followed.
"I've got money on that Hercules chap." Venus wasn't impressed.
"You're betting on these peoples lives?" she turned a corner and entered an office marked 'Venus'.
"A little extra can't hurt." He was obviously embarrassed. "Anyway, as soon as we find you a partner we have a mission for you." He handed her a file.
"Harlequin,' she read the title and sifted through the content, "an AI supposedly gone rampant and creating a mind control serum. Sounds nasty." She handed him back the file.
"Quite."
Hercules found the man ok. He was fixing up some defensive turrets. He must have been oblivious to the fact that it was only him and Hercules left. Hercules activated his active camo and one by one, disabled all the turrets. The other oragned suited man realised all too late. He saw the slight haze that came with the active camo.
He slowly went to grab a rocket launcher, pretending he hadn't seen the distorted air in front of him. Hercules mooved in closer, trying to get withing a good melee range. The other man had loaded the rocket and began whispering to himself.
"Milk can't lose. Milk too good. Milk never loses." his voice sounded East European.
Hercules was trying to figue out what was going on.
"If Milk can't win, no-one can!" he yelled and fired the rocket directly at the ground near his feet. Hercules was blasted back by the blast and flew right into a tree. He was rendered unconcious. The loud beep of shellshock drowned out by the sound of Hornets and Warthogs.
"So this is the infamous Hercules." A womans voice trickled into Hercules' mind. He struggled to sit up and see his surroundings. He was in a rundown hospital wing. He saw the Hayabusa figure again.
"Venus?" his voice was hoarse and it hurtwhen he spoke.
"You won the competition. Now rest up, we got a mission to do."
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