Me and Jake teamed back up to create another Operation Vigil type story. So I'm giving full credit for the vigs to Jake Parkinson. Anywho, Enjoy!
About this creation
My hand was shaking, causing the flashlight to bounce around making the dim lighting sporadic. I reached into my satchel and pulled out my pistol, just in case. A strike of lightning illuminated the warehouse, for a split second when the lightning struck I could swear I saw a figure moving about. I aimed my flashlight in the direction of the figure and illuminated him, he was clutching a rifle and had a scratched up face. He was shaking; I noticed that all he was wearing were rags so I guessed he was shaking from the cold. I heard banging on the wall and glanced over; a part of the thin sheet metal wall was caving in slowly, most likely from enemy melee strikes. I looked back over at the man, he seemed in no fit condition to fight and I was sent out on a scouting mission for basecamp. I shot the man with my revolver; he fell backwards the gigantic round caused his stomach to split open revealing the grisly contents. I took the man’s rifle; an AR-15. I pulled the magazine out: 15 rounds, I searched the man for more rounds and found a spare clip overloaded with 41 rounds, the gun would probably jam so I took some of the rounds from the more-than-full mag and put them in the other one. I scavenged around in the satchel and drew out a roll of duct tape, I duct taped the flashlight to the rifle and looked around the warehouse. I spotted some crates; I ran over to them and took cover. The wall caved in some and then a small burst from a Battle Rifle made five small holes in the wall. Someone swore and then shot the wall until there was a hole large enough for a man to crawl through.
Someone laughed and someone else scoffed and started to climb through the hole. I aimed down the iron sights of the rifle and shot off a round, hitting my target in the head. Someone pushed the body through the hole and climbed through quickly. I aimed but they were out of my sight, I glanced around, saw a muzzle flash and then bullets hit the crate around. I jumped away and ran around the back wall of the warehouse I saw the enemy and shot off three rounds, my target collapsed in a heap of white armor. I ran over to him and searched him; I saw that he was using a Kalashnikov and that he was COP? But the COP left Earth after the Final Assault and Reclamation, or so I thought. I looked frantically at the hole in the wall and reluctantly ran over to it. I took cover on the wall and peered through, no enemies but it was raining rather hard. I grimaced and climbed through the hole. I fell in the mud and brushed it off. I reached in my satchel and pulled out my radio “Basecamp this is Corporal Andy.”
“Corporal! Nice to hear from you!” responded the radio operator
“Get me the Captain, I have some bad news” I said looking around the rainy wasteland
“Hello?” responded the Captain
“Hello, sir. This is Corporal Andy.” I said rather quickly
“You have bad news?” responded the Captain now sounding almost frightened
“Yes, I ran into small enemy opposition on my scouting mission and... They’re COP. The two enemies I killed.” I gulped
“What?” yelled the Captain
“COP sir, they’ve returned.” I was beginning to sweat, I noticed how silent it was, to silent
The Captain brushed his finger along the scar on his cheek “No...” he whispered
I put my radio back and readied the AR-15, the silence remained. It seemed like it was closing in on me squeezing me until I exploded, but I fought against it and walked east (I think it was east) to Basecamp.
The walk back was uneventful and quiet. As I approached the almost invisible trenches guarding the outside of Basecamp a voice yelled at me “Name and rank!”
I responded with the appropriate information and walked towards the trenches. A soldier ran towards me “Corporal Andy, Captain Jake wishes to see you.”
“Alright.” I nodded
Once inside the Captain’s quarters I saw the Captain staring intently at a dented helmet a picture of a squirrel carved into it. The Captain looked up at me “Ah, Andy.”
“Yes sir.” I said sharply while staring at the helmet
The Captain followed my gaze “He was a good man.” He nodded
“Sir?” I asked
“The soldier who wore that helmet, I fought alongside him numerous times. Great man, shame he had to die.”
I simply nodded intrigued by the story
“COP heavies got the best of everyone, some of us survived. Kevin, Ryan, Hawx and Lea. The others weren’t so lucky. I tried to save Squirrel, he was clearly still alive. I just couldn’t though...” The Captain trailed off
“It’s okay, Sir, don’t take the blame.” I said quickly
“Thank you.” Nodded the Captain “Now the real reason I called you down here. The COP.”
“Yes sir. I encountered two.” I responded
“There’s definitely more out there that’s for sure.” The Captain sounded frightened
“Yes, that’s what I thought to...” a blast from a machine gun and some screams cut me off
A soldier ran into the office “COP!” he yelled and then collapsed...
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