Darkness Reign Ultimatum

Brandon was pleased at the soldiers eagerness. He would definitely get a promotion if they survived the mission.

"OK, you've all heard the mission briefing, so you all know that there is something strange, possibly supernatural, going on. Dead Aim, you're to move with me when we get there. We have to find a communication booth and notify HQ that we've arrived. Crone, you and the others will head to the archives and find maps that we can upload to our PDA's. That will help us with the mission. Right, Dead Aim, you first." Brandon indicated the teleportation device about 400 metres away.

"Sir, you know they are pretty much scared about being splitted."

He joked about how they were afraid of leaving him behind as he walked towards and into the teleporter, it was wierd almost like his body was disassembled and then re-assembled into another place.

"Always send the black guy first, eh."

"Damn straight." Brandon mumbled. He got 200 metres, then ran the whole rest of the way. The wind was knocked out of him as he hit the blue-green material, then everything went black. A minute later, the world abruptly came back, and he squinted as the light hit him full in the face.

"Dammit that sh** is almost worse than Krone's cooking."

He bent over gaggin from the teleportation almost throwing up

(are we at the station outside of Hell gates? or are we in hell gate's already?)

(just outside the biuldings, but inside the facility. ever played dino crisis? like that)

"Hey, his cooking aint that bad, only when he tries to cook burgers. Someone needs to tell him that not everyone likes to find bits of his hair crammed into the beef." Brandon smiled as he watched Dead Aim arch his back as he wretched. "C'mon, lets go. F**k the others, they've got their own missions."

"on it, just need to get a bone from his burger out my throat."

He stood back up and hoisted his weapon up, even though they were yet inside the facility they had to be careful, that place was top security, might as well have been the US Rangers or Navy Seals guarding it. Then someon just picked the whole place apart no casualities.

(cyas, im gone)

(right, continue at this moment in time! 😂 )

Somehow, Brandons PA7 felt heavier as he hoisted it to shoulder height, locking the stock into his armpit. He felt a sense of dread, like he knew what he was about to find, but was afraid of what its capabilities would be.

(what happened to the rest of our squad of lackeys? glare)

Spec had just seen the captain go through the transporter and thought the others had gone through it too so he ran up and walked through the bluish stuff. He had gotten mostly used to it and just felt a bit exhausted when he used it. "Hey you two where are the others?"...

"well your friend is taking his beauty sleep, and the other two are late and on the virge of being disemployed."

"Well then what are your orders sir?"

"We wait for the leader to speak his mind, thats our orders."

He lowered his gun and walked ahead a little, looking around the area.

Again, Brandon had been daydreaming. His thoughts snapped back as he heard Dead Aim's comment.

"Well, obviously, Spec's gonna have to wait here for the others, unless he's willing to go in on his own. Dead Aim and I need to find a comm booth, remember?"

Crone walked thought the transporter "Hey Guys sorry im late" im said with a smile "so we off to the archives"he said as he walked along with Spec

"Good chance its inside sir!"

He looked off towards the building, then something didn't feel right to him about it. How could someone attack the building yet all defensive weapons were not active.

((hey could somone describe the scenario because im hangin on a string))

(k, we already at hells gate. we've had reports of people going missing, so were there to investigate. got it?)

"Alright, Dead Aim, let's move!"

He moved ahead and stopped at the door's control panel and lowered his weapon.

"Be ready, cause if anything busts through that door you guys are dead."

Brandon's smirk came naturally. "Maybe you'd be the one dead, if you stand in the way while Crone tries to shoot it." He edged forward, not knowing if the place was installed with anti-personell cannons. "I've gotta bad feeling about this..."