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Alin rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t slept well. Or at all in the past three days. And now she rose from her half slumber to the voice of her commanding AI screeching into her helmet.
“You have orders to advance!” The AI voice spoke authoratively. “Rejoin your squad at the truck!”
“Again?” She muttered to herself as she reached for her pocket and grabbed a vial with a bright pink cardboard wrapping around it. Reaching to the inside of her suit, she inserted it into a slot, then pushed it down, waiting for the addicting high that would soon hit her. She grabbed her rifle and exited the shack she was laying in. A few minutes of walking on the damp and muddy soil around a observation and measurement station later, she found herself in the back of the truck, waiting for her section to show up.
“Sleep serve you well?”A man behind her spoke up as he mounted the truck.
“I barely set in.” Alin replied as she wiped the tears of exhaustion from her bloodshot eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get another energy shot.”
A pair more men mounted the turck, while one entered the drivers seat, before yawning.
“You guys need help?” A man who just mounted the truck asked a pair lugging a heavy machinegun, before leaning over the help them lift it.
“Where’s Johnas?” Someone asked.
“Overdosed. Like we will if we push again.” A different voice replied.
The driver ignited the engine of the heavily modified truck and, after re-reading the instructions, started driving eastwards. The drive was a bumpy and an unpleasant one as the truck, with its wheels replaced by improvised and domestically made gears connected by tank treads struggled through the jungle terrain.
“At least we’re out of the fucking swamp.” Someone remarked as the truck strained with a slight uphill slope.
“Fu-“ The driver tried as an explosion engulfed him. Within moments, the section in the back of the truck leapt out and surged for cover the jungle could provide. The truck behind them turned to the side and the soldiers and the driver lept outside. Someone close to Alin shouldered his rifle and fired a burst towards a thick fallen tree. A moment later, small arms fire shot off half of his jaw.
Alin blinked once, dropped her rifle and rushed towards the soldier, pulling out a small satchel from her hip. As she sprinted up to him, she dropped next to him, she set to work.
Thirty meters away from her, a Dardi soldier shouted an inarticulate warcry, then threw a smoke grenade. As the grenade impacted the ground, two holes at the top and the bottom of the grenade opened and highly pressurized smoke escaped from the container, the pressure causing the grenade to spin. The Dardi soldier jumped up from behind the roots, sprinting towards the fallen tree, tossing a grenade with an underhand throw. As the grenade landed, a pair of soldiers lept up from cover and tried running away, only to be gunned down by the Dardi soldier.
“You have orders to advance!” The AI voice spoke authoratively. “Rejoin your squad at the truck!”
“Again?” She muttered to herself as she reached for her pocket and grabbed a vial with a bright pink cardboard wrapping around it. Reaching to the inside of her suit, she inserted it into a slot, then pushed it down, waiting for the addicting high that would soon hit her. She grabbed her rifle and exited the shack she was laying in. A few minutes of walking on the damp and muddy soil around a observation and measurement station later, she found herself in the back of the truck, waiting for her section to show up.
“Sleep serve you well?”A man behind her spoke up as he mounted the truck.
“I barely set in.” Alin replied as she wiped the tears of exhaustion from her bloodshot eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get another energy shot.”
A pair more men mounted the turck, while one entered the drivers seat, before yawning.
“You guys need help?” A man who just mounted the truck asked a pair lugging a heavy machinegun, before leaning over the help them lift it.
“Where’s Johnas?” Someone asked.
“Overdosed. Like we will if we push again.” A different voice replied.
The driver ignited the engine of the heavily modified truck and, after re-reading the instructions, started driving eastwards. The drive was a bumpy and an unpleasant one as the truck, with its wheels replaced by improvised and domestically made gears connected by tank treads struggled through the jungle terrain.
“At least we’re out of the fucking swamp.” Someone remarked as the truck strained with a slight uphill slope.
“Fu-“ The driver tried as an explosion engulfed him. Within moments, the section in the back of the truck leapt out and surged for cover the jungle could provide. The truck behind them turned to the side and the soldiers and the driver lept outside. Someone close to Alin shouldered his rifle and fired a burst towards a thick fallen tree. A moment later, small arms fire shot off half of his jaw.
Alin blinked once, dropped her rifle and rushed towards the soldier, pulling out a small satchel from her hip. As she sprinted up to him, she dropped next to him, she set to work.
Thirty meters away from her, a Dardi soldier shouted an inarticulate warcry, then threw a smoke grenade. As the grenade impacted the ground, two holes at the top and the bottom of the grenade opened and highly pressurized smoke escaped from the container, the pressure causing the grenade to spin. The Dardi soldier jumped up from behind the roots, sprinting towards the fallen tree, tossing a grenade with an underhand throw. As the grenade landed, a pair of soldiers lept up from cover and tried running away, only to be gunned down by the Dardi soldier.
