Crimson Judgment by Robert Lyons

Author:Robert Lyons [Lyons, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robert J Lyons
Published: 2019-06-02T22:00:00+00:00

PHASE 06

Claustrophobic Slaughter

March 17th, 2037. Local Time; 19:00

North American Continent, State of Montana.

Inside of Intel Gathering Facility

1.

BOOM!

When the door was more than halfway closed, the warped hinges were no longer grinding, allowing the door to effortlessly swing the rest of the way shut with a thunderous slam. Five seconds later, the numerous Bifol in pursuit crashed against the metal surface, scrapping away and trying to get in.

Captain John Kubovics took a step back, still keeping his SCAR-FN pointed at the door as he stared down the sights with one eye. Knowing better than to trust the questionable state of the door’s lock, John was prepared in case the Bifol managed to break through. His breathing was out of control as sweat poured down his face. The Aeonian armor’s cooling system was working overtime to counter the rising body temperature.

“Status!” John shouted.

“Armor integrity, seventy percent. Damage detected: shoulder plates, chest plate, helmet. Lacerations detected: arms, lower abdomen, back. Medical attention required.”

John and the remainder of the raid team were fully exposed for only twenty seconds. The group sustained heavy damage from multiple angles during their mad dash for the door.

Pulling up his team’s health report, John saw that nobody was wearing armor that had an integrity rating higher than seventy-five percent. Considering the circumstances, he was dumbfounded at how the team managed to get this far, considering the growing influx of threats.

“Is the medical officer alive?” John asked in a raspy voice.

“She’s fine!” Steeljaws grunted softly, clutching his side with the hand that wasn’t propping up his rifle.

“Captain! The level one locks won’t hold forever!” Zoe panted. “You two stand guard while I power up this room!”

“Gunnar, let me see your wound,” Sandy said in a hushed tone.

“Don’t worry about me.” Steeljaws removed his blood-smeared hand from his side, hoping that showing stability would somehow convince the medical officer that he was suddenly better. It was backbreaking to simply stand in place. He took a deep breath.

“Sandy, help Zoe! I’ll be fine!”

Sandy was about to protest, but swallowed her words and nodded. Despite the fact that the team was in need of medical attention, locating the escape route took precedence. Turning away from Steeljaws, she regrouped with Zoe without objection.

The room the team retreated into measured around fifteen feet wide by thirty feet in length. The red blinking lights overhead located in each corner provided just enough ambient light to make navigating past toppled furniture and shattered equipment possible. The limited light also revealed more victims of the Chroma, their corpses strewn about the floor like discarded garbage.

“If I go down, Gunnar, Zoe is next in the line of command,” the captain began. “The primary objective—get the medical officer out of here. After you kill all of the Chroma, grab the data drive. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Steeljaws nodded.

In this line of work, HAWK fighters were riding the narrow edge of death every day. The only reason John’s current team stayed together up until this assignment was because of their extensive training and just a little bit of luck.

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