Suddenly, the speakers sounded once more. This time, the voice was not Greg Apple. The voice came from someone else, someone new. "LUNAR ECLIPSE! SLEEEEEEP!" He said, as a gas sipped trough the vents, covering all the rooms and all the hallways. "NO NEED TO HIDE! NO NEED TO PROTECT YOURSELVES! THIS GAS PENETRATES ANY PROTECTION AND COMES FROM EVERY ROOM!" The voice spoke as the squadmembers one by one were effected by a sleeping gas.
Alice heard the man on the speakers and ran into her room, closing and locking the door. She removed her shirt and wrapped it around her head, to prevent the gas from sipping trough. Uneffectivly, she fell drugged to the ground. As she slowly fell asleep, the last thing she heard was the voice one final time "Black Cobra. Moooooov...." and she fell in a world of dreams.
[In case it was not clear in this post, I want everyone to fall asleep. If someone have not posted about their character fallen asleep, I will go act like they are asleep anyway for my next post, later today]
Jan raise his hand to acknowledge Hazel's presence, but before he could say anything, the intercom interrupted him. He decided he would return to his bed to sleep. So, he rose up and made for the door. Exiting into the hallway, he began to feel more and more fatigued. He dropped down onto the floor, and fell asleep.
Royce had just grabbed a little snack from the entertainment room, walking out in the hallway. The voice of an unknown person was heard and Royce did not bother much reading. Greg was the one leading the training, and it was him Royce followed. Something was wrong, he could smell it in the air. Alice had gone into her room hiding, and as he walked past the dining room, Jan crossed his path and fell to the ground. At first, he could not understand what happened, but eventually the gas had penetrated the defenses of Royce's body too, despite his endurance. He felt dizzy, and fell to the ground hard, falling asleep.
Hazel raised her eyes as she heard the loud voice over the intercom. For a moment she raised an eyebrow. Why not just call us to our rooms? She was sure they could all 'Sleeeeeep' there just fine. As then next lines hit her ears she stood nervously. This was one of her greater fears. Asphictation was a nerve racking htough. Acting quickly, she headed to a cooler opposite her side of the room, and pulled off baggy P.T shirt, dampening it with lukewarm water before pressing it to her small mouth and nose. getting low to the ground she attempted to crawl for the door. halfway she realised how useless her efforts where. She grabbed ahold on to the couch for support, and wound up falling where she sat, head and arms on the couch, knees on the ground. As she drifted off a faint voice reached her ears, but she lost sense of waht it said. The pear she had been eating rolled on to the floor.
Deuce felt the effects of the gas and stopped breathing for as long as he could. He slammed through the door and into the hallway. By this time he realized not breathing wasn't helping and only slowing him down. He stumbled down the hallway until he saw where Jan had fallen to the gas and himself fallen to his kness. Finally falling onto his face he was completely knocked out.
Amir had been staying in the entertainment room, cigarette in hand, when he heard a voice that wasn't distinct to him over the intercom. "...Gas?", he said. He'd already been feeling the result of the gas being leaked into the rooms. He was having some trouble thinking due to the drowsiness setting in. Shaking his head, and he attempted to get up out of the chair he'd been seated in, he planned on trying to return to his room. A failed EFFORT, as he immediately sat back down - almost instinctively, his head feeling light. "Good ni...", his sentence went unfinished as he fell back down into the chair, slumped over the arm rest. His cigarette lie on the the floor in accordance to him passing out.
A new foe?
The entire building was wiped out from the gas. None of them being awake, a pack of men walked trough the hallway, from the direction of the exit. Each and every one of them was equipped with gas-masks and was heavily armed. Dressed in pitch black suits and armed to their teeth, the unknown unit of men picked the squad members up, one by one. "The Black Cobra has swallowed the Rats. It will seek its way back home before the winter" One of the soldiers spoke trough com-link.
12 hours after the assault:
"Sir! This one is waking up!" A voice spoke, distant but yet nearby. A dim vision of a pack of soldiers was spotted, before the shaft of an incoming rifle was the last thing to be seen before a blackout. "Sir, they are all waking up" "Then take them down" was replied, as one by one the squad was knocked unconscious. The short amount of time being awake, the buzzing sound of an airplane was heard. The sound felt distant, but any bright person could figure that they were on a plane.
20 hours after the assault:
"Sir, we are approaching the location. This one is waking up" The same voice spoke again, before the waking person met another hit against the head with the shaft of a gun. "ETA 2 hours. Keep them asleep. We will take no chances!" A voice spoke, as once more each awaking soldier was met by the strike of a rifle shaft. Alice was the last one to wake up this time, quickly sitting up. "Do not strain yourself" The man said, smashing the gun into her head.
24 hours after the assault:
"Time to wake up" A voice spoke. There was a man standing in front of the squad and the burning sun was high in the sky. Alice woke up slowly, gazing into the sun. It was warm, bright and thin air. Slowly, she made her way up from where she laid on the ground. She took her gaze away from the sun and felt the ground. "Sand?" She asked herself as she looked around. The voice laughed and she turned to see who it was that spoke. It was not Greg, nor anyone in the group.
"To satisfy your curiosity. I am Lieutenant Sam Johnson and I am a soldier of the U.S army. You, my friends, are in the Sahara Desert" The man paused. Alice looked around, as all around her the members of the squad laid unconscious around her, on the flat desert sand. The man that spoke stood on top of a rock, equipped for war. Behind him, a large barrel was. The top was sealed, making Alice unable to recognize what was inside. "Wake up your friends, little girl. We have something we need to talk about" Sam said and Alice nodded approvingly and started waking everyone up. She was unarmed, so was everyone else in the squad. The only gun within sight, was Sam Johnson's.
Deuce woke up as the sun bared down on him and he heard voices. He did not want to give away that he was concious but he felt an odd presence. In his mind all he could think of is what was going to happen. He gave up on trying to act knocked out and looked up. "What is this? If I don't figure out soon there will be hell to pay." He gave an arrogant smile as he stared Johnson down.
With a soft, sleepy moan hazel roused, stretching her arms before her. To her suprise they hit somehting warm, grainy...no, not warm, Hot! Quickly withdrawing her hand, Hazel bolted up, her eyes wide. She fought and struggled the men binding her but stopped as what seemed to be an AK47 was held between her eyes. Tensing she growled a few soft curses at the man, who laughed, and responded with a roll of the eyes.
When hazel looked around she saw Alison, and Duece awake turning to wake the others. She had heard only Vaguely what the man had said but she was stunned.
Sahara?!? No way! Not a chance..I mean we where just sleep-
She cut her own htoughts off, cursing herself for not being more careful. Sighing then she looked back at the soldier holding her wrists behind her back. She looked at the ground, and tried to support herself on only her shoes, as not to touch the heated sand.
" I won't try anything. Now let me go. "
After a nod form his commander, he did just that. hazel stood, and shook her head, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. She grimaced and craved a shower. As she looked around she nodded. adessert was a simple thing, really. In literality, it meant. " To the extremes" Extreme heat as compared to extreme cold, Extreme rian as to Extreme drought. She knew these would be emotional, tense, aggrivating extremes as well. Oh yes, she knew this environment well, but the training was all new.
Jan's eyes slowly opened, and he immediately felt an intense pain in his head. He rubbed it, and could feel the rising bump of a bruise. The next thing to attract unto itself his attention was the steaming heat of the Saharan sand. He quickly stood up as to not burn his back, and looked around. The other members of the squad were there, looking as confused as he was. Deuce had shown his continued insolence to authority, and Jan noticed that he no longer had his AK-47. Turning his gaze to Lieutenant Johnson, Jan inquired, more politely than Deuce, "Sir, may I ask why we are here, sir?" He spoke in a heavier than normal Polish accent, and saluted as he finished his question.
Amir had slowly came to regain consciousness, but not without consequence. His head ached, almost like a splitting sensation. His eyes began to flicker, he felt a familiar substance underneath where he had lain. Gripping the ground beneath him, small grains of sand started to slide out of his grasp. "A...de..sert?", he questioned to himself, almost unable to formulate a proper sentence in his mind due to the drowsiness. He rose to a knee cautiously, and noticed his squad members in the area. They'd all been there, and there was one unfamiliar man who Amir tried to identify, his gear looked of a high quality make; but Amir had never seen this man before, and had no idea who he was.
He lifted his arm to touch his temples, and rubbed them in a circular motion to help soothe what pain was there. Beginning to scan the horizon in all directions, all there had been was desert sand and rocks, he was thinking. Wasteland. There was no expression on his aged face, but his brown eyes gleamed expectantly. The suns burned down out of a cloudless blue sky, washing the vast desert planes in a brilliant white light. The resultant glare rose off the flat, sandy surface in a wet shimmer of blistering heat.
Amir stood up completely, covered in dust and sand, which made its descent off him in the wake of his rise. All the details seemed to jump out at him, as if illuminated by exactly what should make them so difficult to distinguish. He had a feeling of home, for once. The desert was no stranger to Amir, it's how his codename "Desert Fox" came about. "Yes, a nice choice", he stated to the man, brushing what dirt remained on him. Amir merely awaited instructions from the man, who he assumed was in command. After all, he who has the gun makes the rules, as they'd always told Amir back in his greenhorn days.
"Ooow, my head" Royce said, placing his hand over his forehead. The ache was pretty heavy and it took him some time to analyze where they were. The desert sand gave him quite the clue. The largest clue would probably be the man who spoke and said Sahara Desert. Royce scratched his head and sat up quickly. "What are we doing here?!" He said rapidly, looking around as one by one the members of the squad woke up.
"As you have probably figured, welcome to training session 4. My name once more, is Sam Johnson. I am the better part of what once was Greg Apple's old squad and we will have a survival session." Sam said and sat down on the rock. He placed the gun on his back and leapt down from the rock. "Once more, welcome to the Sahara Desert" He said gently and watched the people that slowly adapted to the situation.
"I am very briefed in the situation. I believe I would need an introduction from each and every one of you all" He said, looking at a piece of paper. "I have your names, but unfortunatly is the report too brief to give me pictures" He said with a laugh and placed the paper back into his pocket. "I can start"
"My name is Lieutenant Sam Johnson, previously scout in the squad that was lead by Field Commander Greg Apple, together with two others. I was doing the running, scouting, analyzing, communication and reporting for my previous group. I will be your mission" He said with a smile.
"Name, sir?" He asked and looked down on his paper.
He then took a deep breath "You are all here to bring me back to safety. Enjoy your training session. Behind me is two crates without wheels. One of them contain food and water. The second one contain your personal weapons and two clips for each gun. There is also a disfunctional communication device, an incomplete map over the Sahara Desert as well as one flare gun and two flares. In addition, there is one blanket and one tent who can contain a maximum of two people. Three or four if you do not fear to be close to each other.
Your task is to bring me safe to the Lunar Eclipse military base here in Sahara. It is marked on the northern part of the map, and we are currently at the location that does not exist. The map is 50% incomplete, and shows only half of the desert, which is the northern part. There is only ONE map."
