Kid of sins

Chapter 13: Atilla part 2

* Year 2020 two weeks after the impact of the meteorites, a detachment of Marines was sent to investigate the nature of the meteorites in Qatar. The team led by Draft was tasked with eliminating all resistance and securing the stone until it was extracted. However the team in question stumbled on a problem which was the localization of this piece which was supposed to be gigantic. And to be honest, they had other things to do. As they returned to HQ, neurotics pursued them, but those there had undergone mutations which made them run on all fours like animals. One of them approached the driver's station and tried to bite Jackson but he stuck two bullets in his jaw before collapsing *.

-Who is the fool who asked for the doors of the Humvee to be removed. * Screamed Draft *.

-Oh swears. Who is the motherfucker who said that would be "too stylish" before? * Jackson retorted *.

-He scores a point. * Said Clark *.

-Do your guys get focused? * Asked a guy on the radio *.

Name: * Classified *

Code name: Mouse

Rank: Captain

-Oh we're all focused here. * He said shooting an infected *.

-Colonel they dogde my bullets these motherfuckers. * Fit Haze *.

-Not mine. * Said Atilla who had just killed one *.

- It's because you're ultra predictable. It's not humans you're targeting. * Draft replied *.

-It's all very well, but I would like to see you there.

-Alroght.

* Haze got out and Draft got in the machine gun and c****d it. It unleashed a deluge of lead and hit the mark with every shot. From short controlled burst to total elimination of targets *.

-You owe me a Kebab. * Said Draft *.

-You know what Haze. * Said Clark *. Resigned.

-f**k off...

* By nightfall the whole team had come home safe and sound. The team was now organizing a party around a campfire Beer pack included *.

- One more flawless guys. Health. * Said Draft *. I would like to spoil the atmosphere so just remind you that there are 3 places to check out and then we go home.

-Oooorah.

* The guys started to party and have fun. Atilla was dressed casually in just a forest green T-shirt and a mini-shorts. No longer having a bulletproof guard, his chest was a little more visible. She found Clark lying in a corner staring up at the sky with his gun to his shoulder *.

- Aren't you coming for a drink?

-No thanks. * He said *. I try not to think about it too much.

-You think about your wife eh? I saw you playing with a ring tone the other day.

-To our kid too. We haven't been getting along very well these days so she wanted to file for a divorce. So when I received a remobilization letter you can imagine.

-You wonder if when you return home you are going to come across a letter of divorce or not. * She said, handing him his beer *. Have a drink that will change your mind.

-You want me to drown my problems in Alcohol?

-Nooo they can swim. Just forget for a few moments. And enjoy this beautiful red sky above our heads.

* He grabbed the beer and drained it dry. On the other side, Jackson and the others were going crazy under the care of Draft who drank little. Jacky approached curious *.

-Hey didn't touch your beer, what's wrong?

-No nothing. I was just thinking about home, John got a mobilization order. He got enlisted.

-John ... You mean little John? Oh s**t it's true how old will it be?

-The twenteeth.

-Ouloulouuu. Which corps which corps ?

-The navy. * Said he looked away *.

* Jackson suddenly backed up, looking shocked *.

-John is gay?

-He? No no he's not ... He's going to be a marine commando.

-Oh my f*****g .... John is ...

-Jacky I forbid you to ....

- Hey guys. * He yelled *. Little Jonathan is ....

* But Draft pounced on him and covered his mouth *.

- Shut up jackass.

* Elsewhere Atilla and Clark were still discussing *.

-Do you think it's really the end of the world? * She asked *.

-I mostly think that a guy pressed the bullshit button. Suddenly we end up with endless hassles.

* Clark put down his beer but as soon as he turned his head Atilla jumped on him and kissed him. At first surprised he let it go and kissed her back. She paused for a moment but it was he who resumed this time hugging her. She took off her T-shirt but just before going any further the alarm siren sounded *.

-We are attacked we are attacked. * Shouted a marine running through the camp *.

* Surprisingly motivated despite the fact that they were all drunk, the soldiers went straight to defensive positions with their weapons in hand. Clark returned to his post as quickly as he could *.

-Why are you shirtless my ball? * Jackson asked *.

* But he just ignored it in response.*

-Prepare yourselves. As soon as they cross the hill you turn on those sons of bitches for me. * Screamed Draft *.

-OOOORAH

* The first to climb the hill were the ordinary nevrose followed by the animal type mutants. However, the Marines were firing flares making the entire area visible *.

-Surprise Motherfucker. * Said Jackson *.

* A real c*****e, a deluge of Bullets and shells fell on the attackers. All the infected zombies and the like were slaughtered. And so it was the rest of the week. Between two HQ attacks, the group set out to explore the areas. Then came the last point. A place located in the city. This time it was certain that the big rock was in the middle of the city. However, he was surrounded by what remained of the region's "terrorists". Since the location was confirmed, the marines got up to speed. BMP, combat helicopter, Tank. The combat for the first time resembled a conventional conflict and the soldiers crushed their enemies *.

- I have more ammunition. * Jackson yelled *. Anyone have cartridges for M249?

-s**t, mate. * Haze told him *. I'll be dry soon.

-Jinx is hit. Jinx is hit.

* Jinx had taken a bullet right in the shoulder but the young man immediately got up and started to duck again *

-Touched but still not dead. * Said the youngster who got up immediately before taking cover *.

Name: * Classified *.

Code Name: Jinx

Rank: Corporal.

-It is that we have a little badass with us. * Hissed Haze *.

-Where are Clark and Atilla?

-Here Cobra 1 and 2 we have more fuel. We pick up.

* The attacking helicopters returned to base *.

-Copy that. Tanks move foward. * Ordering Draft *.

* Somewhere in the building where the meteorite had crashed. Clark advanced, strafing the insurgents while Atilla watch his six *.

-I thought the turret was only for zombies.

- Will say that to my two tours in Fallujah. Switch.

* He turned and she took over as he reloaded. Once close enough to the meteorite he fire full auto before getting dry. Short bursts got the better of the insurgents who were relatively well armed and protected. The duo drew their pistols and aimed in all directions. Not a single insurgent alive *.

-CLEAR

-CLEAR

* At this point Mouse landed with two other soldiers *.

-Here's Mouse area is secure. We have the ca ... The pebble. What is this s**t?

-Mouse what do you see? * Draft requested *.

-I thought I fell on a normal stone myself, * said Mouse *. But the stuff is all red. Neon red.

-That's probably what gives the sky its reddish color. * Said Atilla *.

- I suspect it. * Said Mouse *.

* The doc walked over and almost put a hand on it, but Clark stopped him *.

-Don't be fooled. You don't know what it is. If it turns out this thing is radiocative from sick.

-Universal message, red is the color of danger. * Supported Atilla *.

-Okay okay. * He said walking away *.

- Here is which is better.

* Clark turned and stared at the rock from outer space. For a moment he was fascinated by its color. He understood why a scientific like Mouse wanted to touch it. He suddenly heard words in Arabic and saw a rocket hitting him. Atilla threw herself on him and pushed him but the rocket exploded on the meteorite. This expelled energy that hit Clark in the eyes. Within seconds everyone was on the ground. On arriving Draft stuck a bullet in the head of the Taliban *.

-Ah damn my eyes, my eyes. * Clark yelled, his face totally bleeding *. Holy s**t ...

* The others approached him and tried to stabilize him *.

- Calm down, calm down Clark. * Screamed Draft *. What the hell are you doing? *He yelled to mouse*

-I come.

* Captain Mouse who was also the group's medical aid had blood in his ear from the blast. However, he did not hesitate to help his wounded comrade *.

- Damn Atilla. * Clark said, gripping Draft *. Where is Atilla?

* Draft turned his head and saw the brunette's legs trailing on the floor. He turned to his friend and grabbed his hand *.

-She will be okay, don't worry.

- Damn I see nothing guys help me.

- Don't worry, we tell you.

* The group was evacuated by helicopter to HQ. During the whole trip it was dead calm. Only Clark's screams echoed in their heads. Once at the base the doctor examined Clark and his eyes but * ...

-No injury, no trauma or anything. Your eyes are in perfect health.

-What ... What?

* He took off his bandages and turned on the light *.

- Blink your eyes ...

* He did it quickly and as the doc had said his eyes were crazy *.

-But ... what?

-You can go, Sergeant

* He got up and stormed out of the room. He hadn't noticed the activity in the base. He walked to a healing tent where his comrades were. Draft climbed out of the tent and stared at him *.

-Where is...

* He cut himself off when he saw the nod and entered the tent where he saw the brunette lying on the bed. The doc had removed shrapnel from his body but also pieces of meteorites. That said. Even today when he thinks about it Clark has chills * ......

-What happened to him in Atilla? * Asked Chloe *.

*She had both legs amputated. Left leg above the knee and right leg below*.

-But .... But that. Why does the Doctor not ....

-The doctor can do nothing. * Said Draft * she is not a member of our army she has no access to our care. That's all we can do for her and hope for a sweet death.

-What the f**k are you talking about? What's the use of your stripes if you can't even get a friend treated.

-Orders changed Clark. While we were fooling around here the president died.

* Clark's eyes widened in utter surprise *.

-The pentagon has burned down, at the time we speak the country is on fire, resources are limited. The United States is no longer anyone's allies. You understand ? Our army is not going to allocate medical care to an enemy soldier.

* Draft spoke calmly so as not to rush his friend yet Clark although silent was boiling with anger. Before leaving Draft gave him a weapon *.

-The decision is yours. Do it quickly.

* Clark couldn't believe his ears. He then turned to the woman with whom he had fought. She was smiling at him despite everything she had heard *.

-Go do not be afraid. Anyway without my legs I would be of no use. And you got a wife and a kid waiting for you. I have none of that. No one will regret me.

-Said no bullshit. * Clark shouted *. Where the f**k did we screw up?

-Dispatch Clark. I don't want you to prolong my ordeal. Draft tried to help me and he lost his stripes.

-He?

- Didn't you notice eh? He's a lieutenant colonel now. Well, it doesn't matter, some things are inevitable.

* Clark hesitated for a long time to fiddle with his mind and pointed his gun at her *.

-A last prayer?

- Already done.

* Review of the mission in Qatar. Of the 15 people mainly sent, 3 wounded and only one dead *.

-The decision was mine. And I pull the trigger. * Said Clark *.

-That's why you're staring at my leg. She reminds you of your friend.

- Amputated above the knee left leg. Karma is a w***e. * He said *.

* Siren who was sitting at the wheel was playing mechanically with a coin she had in her hand, even though she had heard it all *.

-Haze .... Haze ... Haze like ..... Major Haze?

* End of chapter *