Special Operations

Fanfic Trailer written by Sebi99cl for McKringles.

Special Operations
The night was pitch black, but the windows were yellow. The light from inside the building was almost blinding, but I could easily see the two silhouettes. There had to be more, though. No way there's only two. Especially only two with simple clubs. Something wasn't right. But I could hear the orders in my head.

Find the crime boss and eliminate him, they had said, For you, it shouldn't be hard.

But it was. They might see me. Or hear me. Then splatter me on the wall. No, I wasn't going to let that happen. One of the men had walked over to the door. Perfect. No chance they weren't hostile. Armed thugs, inside the building of a confrimed crime boss. If that doesn't scream hostile, I don't know what does.

"So then," the man inside says, flicking off a cigarette butt, "The boss is in the other room, and we're stuck here guarding what?" I'm sure the other man was ready to answer, but he didn't. At that moment, I kicked in the door. The man standing behind it was immediately knocked unconscious, and the other one didn't get time to yell out before I picked up the club and threw it, breaking his nose and knocking him out as well. Sighing, I held my assault rifle in one hand.

''Something is certainly wrong. There's only two. I wonder.'' Walking up to the door, I gingerly place my head against it. There it is. Tick....tick....tickticktick. I scramble away, diving out the window as the door explodes. Booby trap...I wasn't careful. Coughing, I stand, aiming the gun at the door. Someone, or rather some thing, steps out. A mech. It looks like they were waiting for me.

"Ah, what do we have here?" The voice comes out from behind the mech, and the machine slumps over. A ruse. "A little boy, nothing more, come to try and kill me?" I brace myself, standing in the street, smoke pouring out of the door. Out comes a man, in his forties, holding dual Berettas. A closer look shows me that there are blades on both barrels. Hearing noises, I turn, seeing that other thugs have started to appear from all sides. I secretly switch the gun to fully automatic.

The man looks at me. I look right back. He grins. "A teenager. They send a teenager to deal with me." He turns, looking to the others. "Kill him." He chuckles, walking away, and I feel the other thugs getting closer. I don't want to do it, but it seems non-lethal isn't an option here. That is, until I drop Peacemaker on the ground, cracking my knuckles and neck. I can't help but smirk. Remember your training.

One of the thugs makes the mistake of the first move. Perfect. As he raises the club to strike, I turn, weaving to the right, delivering blows to the stomach, chest, and face. As soon as he goes down, I grab the club, rolling under another swing, then quickly getting up and cracking the club on another's face, as I feel a glancing blow to the armor on my person. Grabbing the thug's arm, I flip him, hearing a gut-churning crunch, his arm. That must have hurt.

Two thugs charge me, at the same time, but i'm ready. Quickly unsheathing Enforcer, I backstep, causing their lunges to fail, before executing a fairly complex attack: sidestep, knee to stomach, flat of blade to other thug's face, grab the hair of the first one, knee to jaw, then elbow to stomach of second one, before ending it with a dual head conker. Looking around, I notice the thugs are all taken down. Then i hear the helicopter blades.

Sprinting as fast as possible, I arrive just in time to see the chopper rising, and the man in it laughing and waving. "Impressive, most impressive!" he calls, one hand on the door, one out in the air, "But I'm afraid I must go. I believe we'll see each other again!" The helicopter flies off, and I'm left standing in the street. Suddenly, I hear the sirens. That is my cue to leave. running back to grab my assault rifle, I dash away from the scene, already planning our next meeting, one where I won't come out wanting.