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Smizzoach
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Well, here's a story revolves around Civil Protection cop and a resistance member in City 14 (thus the name of the story because of a black/white perspective on the events) inspired by a thread in single player mythology. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
The rain drops pounded the streets mercilessly, while the wind punished anything in its path with violent gusts, and the thunder trembled all that was beneath the storm. This was what the past four days resembled in City 14, flooded roads, frightening storms, and raids. Tonight would be no different.
The weather provided a tactical advantage for Overwatch forces, it was too dark to catch sight of and too thunderous to hear them coming. Combine intelligence brought Civil Protection to Sector 4, where it is believed that anti-citizens have taken refuge in Housing Complex H.
This was I.D. NO. 2524 first significant assignment, tired of tedious street patrols, he was eager to get into a skirmish. Hitching a ride on the side of an APC and holding an MP7 at his hip, he noticed they were quickly approaching their destination.
The APC came to a stop, and Overwatch scrambled out of and off of the vehicle and charged the entrance.
“Reports tell us that the anti-citizens are on the 4th floor in an apartment D, hurry it up, they may have already cleared out,” exclaimed the squad leader.
2524 and the squad responded, “Yes, sir!”
They stormed up the numerous flights of stairs of the creaky, dilapidated building. 2524 was very uneasy, feeling he can just fall through the stairway. Finally, they’ve reached the 4th floor, 2524 ran to the front of the door, and attempted to kick it in, it took four solid smacks from the bottom of his boot to knock the door in.
On the other side of the door was a young, slender man, he was somewhat shocked, he knew it was a matter of time before Overwatch found him.
“Halt, citizen!” barked 2524, while aiming his submachine gun at his chest.
The rest of the raiding party flooded the small, grimy, dank apartment searching for the other rebels. The residents in neighboring apartments poked their heads out of the doors peering out in curiosity. A cop standing outside of the raided residence cocked his weapon and fired a single round into the ceiling and soon the peering citizens shut the doors.
“It’s too late, asshole. They’ve been gone.” said the rebel.
“Where are they headed to?” barked the squad leader.
“What makes you think I’ll tell you, mother ****er?”
The commanding officer pulled out his sidearm and struck the rebel in face with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the wood floor.
“Detain him, we’re taking him in for interrogation, inspect the premises for any traces of the insurgents.”
A CP grabbed the man by his wrists and cuffed him, while he fruitlessly struggled and cursed.
“Shut him up! I’m sick of his loud mouth, and 2524 quit staring like a moron and get busy!” screamed the leading CP.
“Sir!” replied 2524.
2524 pulled out his knife and sliced through cushions of the yellow stained sofa, but found nothing. He continued to rummage around for any evidence and an armoire caught his attention. 2524 looked through the various drawers but still came up with nothing, and in rage threw the armoire to the floor.
But then he saw something awkward, a deep rectangular carving in the dry wall. 2524 placed his fingers in the crevice and began to pull the piece of wall, it didn’t budge but then he tugged it harder, until he yanked it out and was sent flying back, then he examined what was inside.
“Captain, sir! I’ve found something!” yelled 2524.
“Huh, a radio. Get it out of the wall and load it into the APC, as well as that foul mouth, we’re done here.” commanded the officer.
The detained rebel tried to make a smart ass remark but his mouth was duct taped shut and all that came out was mumbles. The Captain then kicked him the chest and the cops laughed and watched him wince in pain.
One of the CPs grabbed the prisoner by the hair and dragged him across the filthy apartment hallway and threw him down the staircase, while all the others chuckled.
“Enough fooling around, we need the son of a bitch alive!” shouted the commanding officer.
Carrying the large radio, 2524 moved towards the APC, then loaded it into the back, and hoped back on the side of the APC, the same way he came.
“Corporal 2524, you’ve done well tonight, I’m thinking of having you serve under me, my squad is sent out very often, so there’s more risk involved in this promotion, unless you’ve grown accustomed to pacing back and forth in Sector 7, have you?” stated the Captain.
“No sir, even though street patrol is so exhilarating, I’d prefer the promotion.”
“Ha, good choice, the matter will be discussed when we get back to base.”
“Yes sir!”
The Overwatch forces got into the APC and drove away from the housing complex. But atop the building, a dark figure stood with an RPG mounted on their shoulder, poised and ready to fire on the Combine vehicle. They pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. They attempted again, but still nothing.
“God damn it.” said the figure in a deep voice. He pulled out a radio and spoke to someone on the other end.
“They got away with Sanders. I apologize, it was a malfunction, I had my doubts about that “Suit.” I knew it was bad business from the start but my warning went unnoticed! And you should be worried that our position will be revealed to the Combine! Next time you shou- sorry. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll return immediately."
The rain drops pounded the streets mercilessly, while the wind punished anything in its path with violent gusts, and the thunder trembled all that was beneath the storm. This was what the past four days resembled in City 14, flooded roads, frightening storms, and raids. Tonight would be no different.
The weather provided a tactical advantage for Overwatch forces, it was too dark to catch sight of and too thunderous to hear them coming. Combine intelligence brought Civil Protection to Sector 4, where it is believed that anti-citizens have taken refuge in Housing Complex H.
This was I.D. NO. 2524 first significant assignment, tired of tedious street patrols, he was eager to get into a skirmish. Hitching a ride on the side of an APC and holding an MP7 at his hip, he noticed they were quickly approaching their destination.
The APC came to a stop, and Overwatch scrambled out of and off of the vehicle and charged the entrance.
“Reports tell us that the anti-citizens are on the 4th floor in an apartment D, hurry it up, they may have already cleared out,” exclaimed the squad leader.
2524 and the squad responded, “Yes, sir!”
They stormed up the numerous flights of stairs of the creaky, dilapidated building. 2524 was very uneasy, feeling he can just fall through the stairway. Finally, they’ve reached the 4th floor, 2524 ran to the front of the door, and attempted to kick it in, it took four solid smacks from the bottom of his boot to knock the door in.
On the other side of the door was a young, slender man, he was somewhat shocked, he knew it was a matter of time before Overwatch found him.
“Halt, citizen!” barked 2524, while aiming his submachine gun at his chest.
The rest of the raiding party flooded the small, grimy, dank apartment searching for the other rebels. The residents in neighboring apartments poked their heads out of the doors peering out in curiosity. A cop standing outside of the raided residence cocked his weapon and fired a single round into the ceiling and soon the peering citizens shut the doors.
“It’s too late, asshole. They’ve been gone.” said the rebel.
“Where are they headed to?” barked the squad leader.
“What makes you think I’ll tell you, mother ****er?”
The commanding officer pulled out his sidearm and struck the rebel in face with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the wood floor.
“Detain him, we’re taking him in for interrogation, inspect the premises for any traces of the insurgents.”
A CP grabbed the man by his wrists and cuffed him, while he fruitlessly struggled and cursed.
“Shut him up! I’m sick of his loud mouth, and 2524 quit staring like a moron and get busy!” screamed the leading CP.
“Sir!” replied 2524.
2524 pulled out his knife and sliced through cushions of the yellow stained sofa, but found nothing. He continued to rummage around for any evidence and an armoire caught his attention. 2524 looked through the various drawers but still came up with nothing, and in rage threw the armoire to the floor.
But then he saw something awkward, a deep rectangular carving in the dry wall. 2524 placed his fingers in the crevice and began to pull the piece of wall, it didn’t budge but then he tugged it harder, until he yanked it out and was sent flying back, then he examined what was inside.
“Captain, sir! I’ve found something!” yelled 2524.
“Huh, a radio. Get it out of the wall and load it into the APC, as well as that foul mouth, we’re done here.” commanded the officer.
The detained rebel tried to make a smart ass remark but his mouth was duct taped shut and all that came out was mumbles. The Captain then kicked him the chest and the cops laughed and watched him wince in pain.
One of the CPs grabbed the prisoner by the hair and dragged him across the filthy apartment hallway and threw him down the staircase, while all the others chuckled.
“Enough fooling around, we need the son of a bitch alive!” shouted the commanding officer.
Carrying the large radio, 2524 moved towards the APC, then loaded it into the back, and hoped back on the side of the APC, the same way he came.
“Corporal 2524, you’ve done well tonight, I’m thinking of having you serve under me, my squad is sent out very often, so there’s more risk involved in this promotion, unless you’ve grown accustomed to pacing back and forth in Sector 7, have you?” stated the Captain.
“No sir, even though street patrol is so exhilarating, I’d prefer the promotion.”
“Ha, good choice, the matter will be discussed when we get back to base.”
“Yes sir!”
The Overwatch forces got into the APC and drove away from the housing complex. But atop the building, a dark figure stood with an RPG mounted on their shoulder, poised and ready to fire on the Combine vehicle. They pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. They attempted again, but still nothing.
“God damn it.” said the figure in a deep voice. He pulled out a radio and spoke to someone on the other end.
“They got away with Sanders. I apologize, it was a malfunction, I had my doubts about that “Suit.” I knew it was bad business from the start but my warning went unnoticed! And you should be worried that our position will be revealed to the Combine! Next time you shou- sorry. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll return immediately."
