The Wiseguys: Sliver - The Wiseguys Novel Series Book One

May 20, 2421 11:46 Military Time The Wiseguys Base - Entrance Upon the planet of Crown, there was a Military Base, by the name of Outpost Rett-Three. There, soldiers of the National Galactic System of Defense (NGSD) were currently inside their base. At this time, there were three: John, the Sergeant; West, the Highly Skilled Trooper, and Peter, the Mechanic and Electrician of the Wiseguys. Who are the Wiseguys? Well, I suppose the story is actually quite weird. Especially with the fact these three weren’t even named this yet. Wiseguys comes from an insult from someone who they thought was a trusted ally, but I suppose I should just stop there. Eventually, as well as hopefully, you’ll get to see that scene yourself (A.K.A The Next Book). Each of the Wiseguys had their own design of Armor, used for a variety of things. John wore heavily plated armor with the colors of gray and white. He is mostly known to use(and also have a liking to) Explosive Weapons. His Armor prevents damage from said Explosions, while also having the easy mobility to traverse quickly. Peter didn't have much armor compared to the rest. There was enough to protect him, but the space he needed for the reach of his arms to fix machinery, as well as being extremely flexible, made him to move into more positions than his fellow soldiers. His armor was the colors of Brown and White. West’s Armor wasn’t very thick either. Very similar to how John’s Armor was made, high mobility and damage resistance. Unlike the rest, his whole armor was colored white. West likes to move, either in exercise or training. Running and gunning was his forte. However, if he ever came to having no ammo for his guns, or if he happened to be at close range, West would use his Katana for duty. Which Rested on his back, by a Magnetic clip in the armor. Though, West would more likely be found to use his hands in close quarters combat, due to the fact he had recently gotten this Sword and never actually had proper training. The three stood within a more open room, filled with levers, switches, and buttons. They were within the Control Room, which in reality had almost no control over the base territory, not ever since it was first abandoned. In this room(aside from the Wiseguys) were crates full of supplies. Weapons, Ammo, Food, and Entertainment. One specific crate sat closer to the three than the rest. This crate would be used as a table, surrounded by three chairs. The Wiseguys used these chairs whenever they had the time to sit around, but that doesn’t happen often. John looked towards his soldiers.. “Alright, as you two should know; the Rookie will be arriving later today,” John said, sounding slightly cheerful. “Right, totally forgot about that…,” Peter added. “Of course you did,” West replied. John heavily sighs and walks towards a computer, away from the two. “Look what you did, you upset our Sergeant,” Peter sarcastically said. West slowly turned his head to Peter. Peter, of course, noticed; and responded once again, sarcastically. “What’s wrong, West?” Peter asked. In the meantime, twenty meters from their base, a jeep was driven by a soldier of the NGDS. His passenger was the new recruit of the Wiseguys. The driver wore armor that was colored a lighter blue, with grey assets all over. A common design for pilots and drivers of this faction. The Recruit wore slope, but smooth armor pieces, colored Monroe and White. This is Eric Coliseum, a nineteen-year-old soldier, following in his father and older sister’s footsteps. As the driver traversed dirt-covered roads, Eric looked around, admiring the environment. Sand, sand was all he could see. Of course, there were more, like boulders and a few trees. But mostly, sand and gravel. Shortly after, the driver stopped the vehicle. A few seconds later, Eric hopped out of the Jeep and turned to the driver. “Alright, Thanks for dropping me off,” Eric said, unsure if he needed to say that. “What? Yeah...Whatever,” The driver replied, clearly ignoring his former passenger. He drove forward away from Eric. Shortly, Eric turns to Outpost Rett-Three, which rested just beyond a small sand hill. He began to jog towards the structure. “Well, time to get used to whoever will be in charge,” Eric said to himself. At this time, the driver had already turned off the vehicle and began his way back to Headquarters. The Jeep nearly reached back onto the main road. However, the driver had a stalker. In the distance, a person in brown-colored armor, with yellow assets, raised his gun. The figure aimed his handgun's sights at the moving vehicle. He shortly pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew into the battery of the Jeep, perfectly and quietly. Quiet enough for the driver not to hear said handgun. The jeep broke down, unable to accelerate further. However, due to the previous speed, it still had momentum. It slid across the sandy ground. A second or so later, it stopped completely. The headlights flickered off, no longer receiving power. The driver quickly exited his vehicle and made his way to the front. He ducked down and reached his hand underneath it. He searched for the restart lever. This Jeep he had was manufactured by a company called Car March, where they had installed a lever that restarted the car battery to the emergency power source. As he began, the armored man walked silently behind him. The driver did not notice and began to speak aloud to himself. "Ugh, Damnit, the Engine went out again..." The Driver Began. "This thing really sucks, I should get-" The armored man drew his shotgun and blunted the back of the Driver's head. He fell to the ground, unconscious. He quickly picked up his body and made his way to the back of the Jeep. With his free hand, he opened the trunk. Shortly after, he dumped the body in the trunk of the vehicle. He shuffled the driver's body to perfectly fit into the trunk. Next, he slammed the trunk's lid and made his way back to the front. He reached his hand under and pulled the lever. The engine rushed back on. The armored man picked up the pistol the driver had and stashed it in his bag that rested on his side. He rushed to the driver's side and entered the jeep, pressing the gas with his right foot and drove the jeep off the road to a steep hill. There, a small cave rested. He parked the Jeep outside of the cave, and as he approached the trunk, a voice came from behind him. Before the man opened the trunk, he turned around to stare at who was talking. "Wade, next time..." The Voice began. The armored man looked at the person that stood in front of him. The man who spoke was known as Recon. Wade, The Armored Man, knew this soldier for three years. He had worked with this man before, and now, Recon is here working with him once again. However, the two never got along. "What about if you let the driver reach closer to the road, the Outpost-Rett Three Soldiers would have seen the whole thing," Recon said. Wade simply turned back around and resumed his action. He opened the trunk and carefully took out the driver. Wade dropped him on the ground, causing him to be woken up. The driver looks around his surroundings. Instantly, he notices the two soldiers standing over him... "Who the hell are you two?" The driver asked. Wade and Recon stared at him. In a few seconds, Recon looked towards Wade. "Alright, let's..." Recon Began. Wade quickly pressed his handgun against the driver's head and pulled the trigger. The driver goes limp and falls to the ground. A bullet hole was now shown in his helmet. Blood poured out slowly. Wade then looks at Recon. "We could have just let him live; you know that, right?" Recon asked. Wade holstered his handgun in his bag, then gripped the Driver's Ankles and dragged the man into the small cave. Recon watching him... Eric is nearly two meters from the front door, as John exits the very door he sought to enter. John had taken his helmet off. A Buzzcut laid on his head, colored white from old age. He also had a small beard of the same color. Eric noticed the layers of wrinkles that covered his face. Very Old. Eric had also noticed his movement didn't appear shaky or slow. He moved fast and was very well controlled. Must have been the serum, Eric thought once more. John's eyes laid onto Eric. He noticed who must have been the new recruit, standing outside of the base. "Private Eric Coliseum?" John asked, straightening his back. Eric then also noticed the color of John's pupils. They...were green. He had never seen this as an eye color before. Must be a Contact, Eric thought. He quickly realized he had been staring, instead of answering the question... "Yes Sir, Private Coliseum reporting for duty," Eric finally answered, straightening his back as well. "Welcome Private, I'm your sergeant, John's the name; but you will refer to me as Sarge or Sir," John said, his mouth smirking at the end of this order. "Yes Sir," Eric replied. Peter exits the base. He also notices the person in the Monroe colored armor. "Hey, the rookie’s arrived," Peter said, sounding displeased. Eric noticed the tone of his voice and began to think about what type of person Peter was. In an instant, Eric disliked his fellow soldier. "Hello, I'm Eric-" Eric Begun. "Yeah, I know. I read your file," Peter announced. John turned his head towards Peter. He noticed this and stared back. "Williams, what the hell did I tell you about you reading classified file reports?" John asked, growing angry. "Not to, but you did leave them on the desk of one of the computers, so..." Peter began. "So?" John asked. "Kinda your fault," Peter added. John fully turned his body towards Peter. His face is nearly a foot from Peter's Helmet Visor. "Private Williams, you will give me thirty push-ups," John ordered. "Ugh, let me finish what I’m fixing and I'll start..." Peter said, turning around and walking back into the base. John returned his gaze to the rookie. "Sorry, I'll show you around our base; welcome to the Rett-Three," John announced dramatically. "Thanks, I gladly check around...wait, Rett-Three? What kind of name is that?" Eric asked himself.