Kid of sins

Chapter 12: Atilla

* It's already half a day that the group left RossTwon. On the way they had stopped near a house where Siren wanted to "take a walk". Clark took the opportunity to pee but when he got back to the car she still wasn't there *.

-Is it still not finished? * He asked *.

-No, not even. We could go and she would catch up with us. *Says Midas*.

-You think she's going to lose the game for so little.

-What because he continues? * Midas wondered *.

-Yeah. The loser will have a pledge. Pray it's not you. * Said he smiling *.

* Gunshots rang out in the house followed by complete silence. The group would have liked to have entered but waited a bit. Siren walked out in a country-style leather dress which she tucked away in the back of the Pick-up *.

- Wait, you made us wait for .... A dress? *Asked Louis in astonishment*.

-If you have a problem with that you can always steer clear, no one has forced you. *She says*.

- f**k you. * He said, giving her a finger *.

-I'll break it for you one day. Either in on.

* Clark climbed into the back of the Pick Up where Chloe was lying. Midas climbed into the Humvee in front of the gear. Louis acted as sentry, watching from the roof. So the convoy set off towards its new destination *.

-Thanks .... * Said Chloe looking at Clark *. To have accepted.

-You know very well why I accepted.

* The very morning when she came to see him she could hardly stand on her legs *.

-I have a request. Take us with you to the next town. *She says*.

-Aaah * sighed Clark *. This is what happens when you save people. Midas it's all your fault ...

- Don't blame him. *She says*. I know you're not the man to take a service without asking for something in return, so let's make a deal.

-Unhappily the deal only hold if you have something of value to offer.

- Take us to the next town and I'll help you cross the Green Sky.

*Clark lost his cigarette but Midas caught it and put it back in his mouth*.

-Where do you know I'm trying to get there? * He asked coldly *.

- I have fine hearing you know. I heard your nephews in the hallway.

*Clark gave the twins a nervous look*.

-Sireeeen, Midaaaas?

-We didn't do anything. And you weren't there too. * Siren replied *.

-How do you plan to get us across?

-I have a friend in the city in question. If you go due west we will be there before dark. He's been there before. He has a map that he will surely sell you at a reasonable price.

* Clark looked at her hesitantly as if the solution he was looking for had fallen raw in his hand but too easily. However, Chloe held out her hand to him without hesitation *.

-Deal ?

-Deal. * He said with a handshake *.

* But seated in the back of the Pick Up, he kept twisting his brains watching him *.

-You were a soldier. Is not it ?

-What makes you say that ? * He asked *.

-You keep staring at my amputated leg as if it reminded you of a bad memory, you served before or during the apocalypse.

-Both. * He replied dryly *. Before and during. And even after.

- This Hummvee where did you find it?

-At the Montana Home. It reminded me of mine. Especially during this f*****g .....

* Clark lost himself in word. His mind cleared as the dust rose in the back of the Humvee bringing the soldier's spirit back 10 years earlier during the disaster *.

* Day D-10 after the impact of the first meteorite. The sky was on fire, the air had become toxic in some places and some pieces of meteorites were still falling. However, the largest pieces discovered had landed in the desert. To be the first on the scene, the US Army dispatched a unit of marines to the scene. 3 blackHawk helicopters had just arrived at the US Army base still active in the area. A group of armed soldiers descended all heavily armed and carrying bags loaded with materials. The guys were very noisy and were chatting quietly among themselves. But in the group there was one who was rather silent *.

Name: Classified

Rank: Gunnery Sergeant.

Code name: Clark.

* At that time he had shaved his beard and wore sunglasses and a scarf. He also had black gloves that covered his entire hand and headphones instead of the communications headset *.

- Has it ever happened that you already pull the face?

Name: Classified.

Rank: Sergeant

Code name: Jackson.

* Clark said nothing and just ignored him until the Humvee. There they saw a young and beautiful young lady waiting for them *.

-Gentleman welcome to Qatar. *She says*.

-Wow who is this beauty? * Jackson asked *.

-This beauty. * Replied the chief *. It's Atilla. Israeli Special Force. She will be our guide for the duration of the trip.

-Name: * Classified *

Rank: Colonel.

Codename: * Draft *

* She had a cold and piercing gaze, but not so distant. She wore some sort of Mexican-style desert poncho and wore mini-shorts and knee-length boots. She was holding an M-4A1 assault rifle. Looking at her we could already guess that she had fought since the beginning of the war. His experience was felt on his straight face. His gaze fell on Clark who seemed the calmest of the bunch but he looked away *.

Name: Classified.

Rank: Corporal.

CodeName: * Atilla *.

- Well that's not all that. * Said Draft * On the way. Jacky you drive. Atilla with me in the Humvee. Haze and Clark you come too. The others you share the other two.

-You're the boss. * tell Haze *.

* Thus the convoy of 3 vehicles set out across the desert. On board the Humvys it was dead calm, everyone struggled to realize what was going on around them yet they were fighting the H virus infected by telling themselves that it couldn't be worse but this was beyond the proportions of the real*.

- Say, you are a colonel but you seem young. * start Atilla *. Why are you here instead of ordering behind a desk?

-You are going to laugh. * Says Jackson *. Until yesterday this i***t was a brigadier general. But he asked to be demoted so that he could accompany us.

-So I'm shocked. *She says*.

-You don't think so well. * Say Haze on the turret *.

Name: Classified

Rank: Lance-Corporal.

Codename: Haze

-He was barely 40 years old and his career was going to become meteoric. But sir decided to accompany us here to hell.

-Haze watch your area. * Draft told him *.

-Yes yes I monitor my sector. But it is THE VACUUM. We are in the middle of the Rycky desert.

* He climbed back to his turret and called his machine gun to his shoulder, scanning the horizon *.

- Finally we are not better. * Says Jackson *. We left since what, 2010. And bim here we are suddenly mobilized to shoot Zombie. Or neurotic at your convenience.

-It's been 10 years since you touched a gun then. * Said Atilla *. You are amateurs, in fact.

-This is mean.

-It's like the bicycle. * Said Clark *. It is not forgotten.

* The convoy was finally in sight of their destination, a sort of abandoned oilfield. There were still half-built buildings and cisterns *.

-Well, enough to establish a small base. * Said Draft *. First, let's inspect the premises. If this is where the meteorite fragment fell, it shouldn't be far.

-Ah yeah like we could miss a giant fragment of 20 meters. * Says Jackson *.

-I heard you Jacky.

-Sorry Draft but it's the truth.

-Car two and 3 establish a perimeter. We are going to search the buildings by Binôme. Clark with me. Atilla and Jacky you take this building.

-And what do I do? * Haze asked *.

-You shoot everything that breathes except us.

- Hey, that's not very Charlie. * He said, c*****g his machine gun *. I love what isn't Charlie.

* The two groups split up and each entered a building, it was unfinished buildings, no windows, no doors just stairs leading to the upper floors, Sniper Heaven. However, upon entering their building, Atilla and Jackson came across a staircase leading to floors below *.

-Let's go ? * Jackson asked *.

-Ladies First. *She says*.

* He chuckled softly before walking past. Atilla attached a silencer to her rifle and walked after him *.

-Tell why we call you ATilla. It's not very famous as a name.

-And you why are we called Jackson? * She asked *.

-Because I dance like the king of pop.

* He motioned for the brunette to stop and she will comply. Atilla took off her Poncho which she tied around her hip. Jacky grabbed an empty can and rolled it down the aisle. As soon as she reached the end a man threw himself violently on it and gave several punches until his hand broke*.

-Oh f**k.

-A nevrose. *She says*.

* The guy suddenly turned to them and started to run. The two soldiers turned around at full speed, heading for the stairs but there were more, so they changed course through what should have been the offices *.

-Draft, Clark we're in deep trouble. A horde of weirdos is chasing us.

-We are in a bit of trouble here. * Draft replied *. Nice doggie.

-Nice what? * Jackson wondered *.

-Fend for yourself you moron. * Clark yelled before cutting *.

* They run until there is just a chasm in front of them *.

-End of the road. * Said Atilla *.

* She turned and aimed at the neurotics chasing them but Jackson lowered her gun *.

-Calmos. Do you know the turret tactics?

-The what?

* As the bunch of nervous Zombies chased after them they ran into Jackson who was pointing his M249 rifle in their direction *.

-Come get some.

* He sprayed the first wave with his big gun like no one else. Most of the Nevroses collapsed in the first blast, but others continued to advance before collapsing. Gradually gaining ground until Jacky ran out of cartridges *.

-Switch.

* The marine turned and passed just behind Atilla who began to target the neurotics *.

-Do not forget that they are humans, one bullet is enough.

- You're not going to teach me my job either.

* Atilla shot one bullet after the other, either in the heart or in the head. It was final, the neurotics might seem determined, a well-placed bullet stopped them. Jackson, who was reloading his weapon, had no time to admire Atilla's precision *.

-Swiiiitch. *She says*.

* Atilla in turn moved behind and removed his suppressor as Jackson rained hundreds of rounds. She reloaded her gun before screaming *.

-Ready.

-Swiiiitch.

* The turret worked well. The cold blood of these two came out of s**t and they managed to kill all the neurotics *.

- Damn it was hot. Where did you learn to shoot so well? Nah, I don't want to know. Come on, let's go up.

* When they came to the surface they had the unpleasant surprise to come face to face with a gigantic two-headed dog. The critter that seemed to be after Clark stopped dead as he saw Atilla and Jackson come out of the stairs *.

-Atilla attention.

* Jackson pushed her to the bottom of the stairs and took a blow of tail that threw him against one of the pillars of the building. The soldier fell to the ground unconscious *.

-JACKYYYY * Clark yelled *. Dirt....

* He fired several pistols to attract the beast towards him. She turned in his direction and both heads screamed *.

-That's right, good dog.

* Clark who had shed his bulletproof vest and his sleeping bag had become a real arrow. To counter the speed of movement of the dog he slalomed between the pillars forcing him to constantly change course but unfortunately he had no plan *.

-This way. * Atilla told him *.

* He started to run in a straight line towards the stairs and dived into the basement barely getting eaten by the beast *.

- Phew .... Where is James, I meant Jackson?

-In safe place. Where is Draft?

-We played a coin toss and I'm the one doing the bait. Reinforcements will be arriving any minute.

-It's not with your small calibers that you will kill him.

-The bullets make holes in him so it works.

-But how many holes will it take before he dies? * She asked *.

- I don't know.

-One. * Said she smiling *.

* The beast couldn't get through the narrow staircase and decided to destroy the roof directly to the floor below. His noses were bloody, a sign that he had been injured making his sense of smell unusable. Injury inflicted by Draft earlier. Suddenly Clark appeared in front of him *.

-Hey Medor. Cache cache?

* The dog growled at his sight as if he had a personal grudge *.

-Yeah I was telling myself.

* Clark started to run with all his might as the dog chased him through the pillars of the hallways. This time no shortcut, just him and the hole. As the monster was near Clark leaped into the hole in front and so did the beast. Except that Clark was held by a cable that Atilla had hooked to him. The beast fell as Clark gave it a middle finger *.

-It's good Atilla Take me back. * He shouted *.

* She activated the crank which made go up gradually. The man was completely out of breath like someone who had just run a marathon while doing a sprint *.

-You got off like a boss. *She says*.

-I had a doubt as to whether the cable would hold but it is not made in China.

-He is racist that.

-I'm.

* Jackson was waiting for him behind the door of a storage room, keeping his gun tight to him. As soon as the door opened and he screamed like a maniac as he pulled the trigger *.

-AAAAAAAHHHH

* By reflex the other two dived to the side but nothing, the weapon was empty *.

-BUT WHAT A DUMB. * Atilla and Clark shouted *.

- You scared me.

-You fool. You almost killed us. * Clark yelled *. And s**t.

* Then began the American intervention in Qatar for the possession of the most important ore on earth. What they didn't know was what kind of proportion it was going to take *.

*To be continued*.