HEAVY TYPE:
Lloyd Doug "Jesster" Jessee'sThe Adventure
It didn't seem too important at the time, but even the smallest outcomes can change great things.
[Jesster]
"So, there I was, in the trench with only one clip and..."
"Shut up, Steward, I have had to have heard that story more times than my own name." I can never get Steward to tell me anything of use, just his endless stories of all his other missions, why not this one?
"And all most as often as your mother has called mine when she was on her back. You are under my command and don't forget it again."
"Yes, Sir. What are your next orders?" Steward was nervous, he always insulted someone near you when he was nervous. It is this CATCOM (Classified, Anti-Terrorist Covert Operation Mission), he really didn't like them.
"Go back to the entrance and wait for a person in a blue trench coat, asking you for a light. They then will say my smokes are wet, never mind. Anyone else tries to come in, kill them double Q. Got it Louie?"
"Yes, Sir. Blue trench, light, smokes wet, failure triggers double Q dash K. Got it." Steward was not joking; he had just given a license to kill.
I hate it when he calls me Louie, as I used to be a Lt. in CNCS' military intelligence branch. And what a lame password, my smokes are wet, it hasn't rained in this berg for over a cycle.
I am sneaking to the entrance and at the half waypoint I hear a noise from where Steward is waiting with the heavy weapons. I only get half turned around when there is a blinding flash, quickly followed by the concusive wave.
I lay still where the blast pushed me, when I hear the Gear stride into what is left of the building. It sounds like it is opening the crates to make sure all the weapons were accounted for.
I figured it was a window of opportunity to sneak out. So I make for the entrance. Trying to slip out I to see this woman in a blue trench coat looking puzzled.
"I don't have a light for your wet smokes, and I wouldn't hang around here either." I slipped past her, just as she was re-acting to what I said. I should really get a transfer back to the Army.
I had just finished buttoning up my trench (black, what else) and she puts her hand on my shoulder, as if to stop me.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Go! Get out of here." They chose her? Must be her first covert mission.
She removed her hands and looked around and then ran. Took her long enough.
I go to my first stash to change clothes, transfer gear, and get into the car.
I wait 30 seconds, and the communicator goes off.
"Silicon 2, verify."
"30-60-90, 45-90-45, and Square."
"Silicon 2, verify Silicon 1."
"Data corruption acquired in Silicon 1, unrecoverable condition. Execution halted before download was started. Program was corrupt, condition unknown. Media was lost." I wonder if the explosion covered me? Maybe they would be happy with the weapons.
"Silicon 2, download H234, and format media, zero tolerance."
Great, just great. I don't think I want to take on a Gear today, but zero tolerance...I did want to live, so off I go.
"Software Engineer, Instruction set received, and will begin processing immediately." No reason to wait.
The trip to H234 is quiet. I check out the stash to see if it is going to be enough.
The knee knockers will help, but the non-lethal ammo for the rifle and pistol are useless and is just too heavy to bother. Wonder if it was supposed to be HEAP and someone just dropped the ball in supplies. The armor is stealth, and has a nice sensor suite. I say supply just dropped the ball.
After re-gearing and exiting the stash, I jump into the car, and become the hunter. Now, driving a car in full armor is never easy.
I leave the car a block away and set prox fuses for military electronic emissions. It's obvious that I am looking for trouble. The poncho does not hide the shape of the armor. I put on the helmet and turn on the passive sensors. The pattern of dark grays, browns, and blacks made sure I don't stand out like a billboard. The fading light helps.
I had walked to the location of the explosion, when the sensors had picked up the Gear moving slowly away. Three blocks max.
I toss the target package into the center of a crater in the floor. I stepped back and read the sensors for any change on the Gear.
Lucky enough, the target portion finished inflating before it got within line of sight of it. Hopefully, it would mistake it for me. For a short time, at least.
I was preparing a knee knocker when the Gear zipped in through the remains of a wall. Dartjager? Great, just great.
It started hosing it with a 20mm autocannon. So I finished readying the knee knocker as the Gear realized that it was a decoy.
I fired first, and then dived to the side. It fired at were I had been, as the knee knocker transversed the distance and wrapped itself only around the left knee.
I triggered the knee knocker, one knee was better than none and rolled forward and to the right as the knee knocker blew.
It is good that the same engineers who created Gears are the same ones who created the equalizers.
As the Dartjager flopped, I fired off the other knee knocker at its head. Engineers may design it, but we who use it don't always follow procedure.
The second explosion would bring a patrol soon. They would come up the same street I did. They were also Gears, a Ferret and a Hunter. Probably with more on the way.
I exited the remains of the building as I set the car off. It distracted the 2 police Gears.
I headed towards the sewer access hatch, opened it and jumped in. I wanted to escape more than I wanted to smell nice.
I walked back, gave all the corny responses to the stupid questions, and was finally back at the hidden base. I cleaned my equipment, then myself, then reported for debriefing.
Now the hard part was about to begin...
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