Silent Victory written by Siringana
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Just
as the three men approached the top of the hill, the sun began to
descend below the horizon. Delta Recon, led by Cpt. Stephen Richards,
had been moving all day long through the dense forest and had finally
made it to their destined site. The three soldiers situated themselves
behind a large, protruding rock as Richards pulled out his binos and
began to scan the valley below. As he was searching, he found exactly
what he needed and what he feared most: a Soviet invasion force.
"
Bingo". he said as he reached for his radio. " HQ, this is
Delta Four. We have spotted heavy Soviet traffic in zone 3. I repeat,
heavy traffic in zone 3. Looks like two armored divisions accompanied by
a regiment of soldiers. Over" . By then, the sun was entirely
submerged below the horizon, as it cast a faint light over the valley,
reflecting off of the moving convoy below. Richards then sat back down
behind the rock, pulling out his canteen to get a cool drink. Little did
he know that he himself had just been spotted...
"We
break at nightfall" said Richards slouching down against the rock,
taking a rest.
As night
approached, a silvery moon appeared from behind the clouds, casting a
light over the dark valley and surrounding hills. As the trio began to
begin their trek back through the dense forest, Richards began to have a
bad feeling that tugged at him. He couldn't put his finger on it and
that made him on edge. Half way through the trek, they came to a halt,
while Richards double checked his gear. The other two soldiers were on
point, with their weapons drawn, as a precautionary measure. Then it got
quiet. Real quiet. No birds, no trees blowing in the wind, no nothing.
Only mind numbing silence fell on the soldiers. Just then, the hairs on
the back of Richards neck stood up. And then it happened. A white arc of
electricity crackled through the air, striking the two soldiers and
propelling Richards a few feet away. Where the two other scouts stood,
was now two charred remains smoldering in the forest. Richards tried to
get up when a sharp pain coursed through his body, realizing that he had
been paralyzed.
A dark, hulking figure appeared out from the shadows, slowly walking
past the two burning piles of remains. Richards caught a whiff of the
acrid smell of flesh crisping as he was able to make out a symbol upon
the figure's head from the flames: a red sickle and hammer. As the
figure slowly crept closer to Richards, the right hand appeared to be a
gauntlet, which had a faint blue glow while electricity sparked from it.
Just as the
figure moved even closer, Richards then identified his attacker: a Tesla
trooper. Richards had remembered hearing how these types of soldiers
were used in the first war, but never expected to see one in his
lifetime. The soldier paced back and forth, apparently studying Richards
as a curious doctor studies his patient. Overhead the two, a
thunderstorm began to stir, as the moon disappeared behind the billowing
clouds. The figure then stopped a moment and took a long look at
Richards which seemed to last for eternity.
Richards
could no longer take it. "What are you waiting for? Finish it! The
figure stood up quickly, as though it were surprised. "Come on!
Come on you commie son of
a --". But before Richards could even finish his last words,
the soldier's gauntlet turned from a faint blue to a bright white, as a
bolt of electricity came forth from the end. The searing energy ripped
and coursed through his body, as it burst into flames, spreading light
in the immediate area. What was left of Richard's body slumped back down
on the ground, smoldering and crackling before the soldier.
It then began
to rain, as the rain drops struck the helmet of the now alone soldier.
It looked up and then turned to walk away toward the shadows it came
from as the thunderstorm raged overheard.....
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