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This is a fanfiction created by BlazingLeopard on 14/08/2014.
Overview
Jacob Lawson, a sergeant and field agent in the Guardian Units of Nations is about to re-tell the story of his most difficult mission yet. There was good situations and bad situations during the mission. He was injured and he was tested. Did he successfully complete his objective, or was the objective lost? That's for him to tell you.
Included Characters
Protagonist
Antagonists
- Unknown Woman
Minor Characters
- G.U.N Commander
- Young G.U.N Officer 1
- Altan Soldier
- Young G.U.N Officer 2
Lone Wolf
Prologue
I remember it as if it were yesterday. It was one of the most difficult forty-something hours of my life. Now I'm going to tell you that story. About how I survived and how I let many people die. Now, before I start, I can tell you that this was a couple of months before Moordenaar came back, but it was much more difficult. So, are you ready to listen? Good. Let's begin...
Chapter 1: Briefing
G.U.N HQ, Central City, United Federation - November 23rd 2012, 11:20 AM
It all started when I was in at headquarters. It was actually a fairly good day given that it was during the fall. The sun was out and was nice and warm and I was happily sitting in the armoury, fixing my USP Com-Tac. That's a compact pistol, by the way. At this point, I didn't have the armour with me, since the prototype wasn't completely finished yet, but nonetheless, I could still do my job. As I was looking down the barrel of the unloaded forty-five caliber pistol, a young officer walked in.
"Sergeant Lawson?" he asked, peering over my shoulder.
I sighed, rather rudely now that I think about it, and said, "Don't sneak up on me please."
"Sorry sir. I've been asked by the commander to come and get you."
"The commander? What for?" I asked. I had no idea that the commander even knew me at that point.
"I don't know, sir. He said it was top secret," the young officer replied.
"Alright, I'll go see him. You can get back to your duties," I said, standing up with the broken gun in my hand.
"Understood," he replied back to me simply. He was a good kid. I kinda regret speaking to him in such a rude tone.
I opened a locker that had labelled on it "SGT. Lawson" and placed the broken pistol on a steel shelf inside of it. I then closed my locker and proceeded up a flight of stairs toward an elevator that went a few feet underground. I entered it and pressed the button pointing downward. It only had two buttons because there were only ever two floors it went to. The elevator doors opened and I was stood in front of a wooden door with light-grey concrete walls surrounding me. I knocked on the door.
"Come in," an older sounding man said with a southern accent.
I opened the door to see a wolf in his early sixties, decorated with various badges and sitting in a rather comfortably looking office chair.
"Sir, you requested to see me," I said, saluting my superior.
"Ah, Sergeant Lawson. Please, sit," he said politely, gesturing toward the leather chair on the other side of his desk. At his request, I sat on the chair and pulled it slight closer toward the desk.
"Right, I'm gonna ask you to do somethin' that I don't really want to ask any of my men to do," the commander said.
"What is it, sir?" I asked.
"I need you to infiltrate an enemy compound in Alta and seize control of a warrior stone that they're keeping there."
"Wait, why choose me for this and not an infiltration team? And why am I going alone?" I asked, completely confused, and slightly scared, at the fact that he chose me.
"Because I trust you more than an infiltration team. You're stronger, smarter and more willing to do it than most others."
"Well, um, thank you, sir."
"Also, the compound is heavily guarded and it's harder to spot just one person," the commander continued.
The commander then stood up and said, "I'll forward the details of your mission to ya shortly, son. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning, 0700 hours."
I took this as my cue to stand up. "I'll be ready, sir."
"I'm sure you will. You're dismissed. Good luck."
Chapter 2: Deployed
Aleutsk, Alta, Nerevar - November 24th 2012, 09:32 AM
Twenty-two and a bit hours later, I was in Alta. Specifically at the base of the Aleutsk Mountains. It didn't take too long to get there, although I did have to be escorted by G.U.N personnel the whole way there. I had to pack a lot of gear for the journey I was about to go on. I mean, I needed my pistol, the case for the warrior stone, warm clothing, combat gear, etcetera. Unfortunately, because this was a stealth mission, I couldn't use my power armour purely because of the noise it makes. Seriously, if you try to walk in thing without making a sound, you'll make a lot of sound.
At the base of the Aleutsk Mountains is a small ski village known as Aleutsk, weirdly enough. Hardly anyone was there, which odd because usually during the winter and early spring, ski resorts in Alta are filled. My escort dropped me off at outskirts of the village and from there, I continued on foot.
As I walked up to the village, one of the villagers had noticed me and quickly ran up to me.
"No, no, no!" she yelled in what seemed to be a Hungarian accent, "You cannot be here!"
The arctic fox who approached me was short and dressed in a lot of winter clothing.
"Whoa, slow down. Why can't be here?" I asked, trying to calm her.
"Y-you cannot be here."
"I know that, you've told me once already. Why am I not allowed?" I asked again.
"They-they find you and kill you," she told me, continuing to panic at my presence.
"Who will?"
The fox then looked at me directly in the eyes, "The bad men on mountain."
"Hm. Describe these men. Tell me what they're like," I said to her.
"Guns. Lots of guns. Uhh, mean... erm... Patrol in the village every two hours," she said before turning and looking at her surroundings, "Now you leave, before you are killed."
"Ma'am. There's no need to worry. I'm a G.U.N agent."
"G.U.N..." she said. I could tell she was reconsidering something in her thoughts. "Oh my, why you not say before. You help us, yes?"
"Well... um, in a way..." I said awkwardly, knowing that helping the villagers was not my mission.
"Good, I help you then." The fox's state of panic had seemed to die down a bit, though she still seemed quite tense. "Come, come," she ordered waving in the direction of a building that she had just come from.
Once inside what seemed to have been a café, she sat me down at a table. I had laid my backpack full of equipment on the ground beside me.
"You need to get to bad men, yes?" she asked.
"Yes, I do. Is there a quick way up?" I asked back.
"Erm... Ski lift shut down. You cannot go up that way... hm... You could take car."
"No," I replied, "I'll get spotted way too easily. Are you sure that there isn't another way up there?"
"I am sorry, no," the woman replied shacking her gently. I began pacing, trying to think of a safe way to get up the mountain without getting spotted.
"What about during the night? What are the guards like?"
"There is much less of guards. But is very cold at night. You will be very cold," she warned.
"Hm... it seems that going during the night would be my best bet..." I said to myself turning away from the woman for a moment, "Do you mind if I lay low here for the day?"
"Lay low? Oh, you mean stay here. Please, yes. You help us, so we help you," she said with kindness.
After the conversation with the women she led me to a place to put my things and made me feel a little more comfortable. I wasn't going to have much comfort during the night, so I made the most of what I could get during the day.
Chapter 3: Nightfall
Aleutsk, Alta, Nerevar - November 24th 2012, 19:36 PM
The woman was really quite nice to me. She made me hot chocolate and I had relaxed for quite a long time. However, by about half seven in the evening, it was almost pitch black outside. This was the time to strike. I grabbed my belongings and put on the many warm layers, with some assistance from the woman.
As opened the door to exit the lodge, the woman kindly said, "Be safe" to me. As I exited the building, the cold air hit me. It was like I was in a giant freezer. I looked around and saw that only a few lights lit up the snowy paths in the village. I began following a series of sparsely placed street lamps that dimly lit up the path to the base. After about five or ten minutes of walking up the mountain, I began to regret not bringing my power armour to keep me warm. As it got later and I got higher and higher up the mountain, the temperature began to drop even further. It was bitterly cold. It felt like someone kept biting me over and over again.
About half way up the mountain, I began to hear chatter. I took cover as soon as I had heard it. I continued up the mountain slowly, hugging the rock face and keeping a close eye out for enemies. The chatter eventually got loud enough for me to hear it. There'd seemed to be two people speaking in Altan. I couldn't translate what the two were saying, but I instantly recognised that one of the two wasn't from Alta, or even Nerevar. She had a completely different accent. I walked another couple of feet before stopping. The two of them were in plain sight. I hid behind a conveniently placed boulder and readied my pistol, just in case I was spotted. The woman, who was previously very calm, punched the other person with great force. He was on the ground, holding his face and whimpering quietly. The woman, walked away, shaking her hand as if the punch had hurt her hand. I moved up behind a concrete barrier to get a better view of the woman. From what I saw, she had entered an armoured vehicle and had driven up the mountain. I now deemed the area to be safe, but before I continued, I snuck over to the person whimpering on the floor. As I got closer, I noticed that he was male and that he'd dropped his rifle in the snow. I kicked it off of the mountain and picked the man up by his collar.
"Why'd she punch you?" I asked.
The man didn't answer.
"I asked you a question. Answer it," I ordered.
After I said that, he did nothing but spit in my face. By that point, I realised he didn't know any English and that he was no use to me. So, I punched him in the face, knocking him out. This was to ensure that he wouldn't call for back up. After I laid him back down onto the snow, I carried on up the mountain. A few moments later, I got a radio transmission from HQ.
"Agent Lawson, come in," a young sounding woman asked over the radio, "This is HQ."
"Go ahead, HQ," I responded quietly.
"What's your current status?" she asked simply.
"I'm heading up one of the Aleutsk mountains leading toward the base."
"Really? You haven't finished yet?" she asked in a rather rude tone.
"Excuse me?" I asked, alarmed at her tone of voice.
"Oh-uh... uuhhh... I apologise, sir. It's just I imagined someone like you might've gotten it done by now."
"Just relay my status to the commander."
She sighed with embarrassment. "Yes sir. HQ out."
After the... interesting conversation with the young woman, I continued toward the base.
Chapter 4: Light
Aleustk Mountain Base, Alta, Nerevar - November 24th 2012, 20:20 PM
About twenty minutes after the conversation with that rather rude person at HQ, I had reached the base. I just had to look at it to know that the place was designed to be impenetrable. Searchlights were everywhere, guards in every tower and I had a feeling that there were snipers positioned about as well. I looked around to see if there was a path or at least some way to get into it without drawing attention to myself. I looked to my right and saw a path winding upwards straight through the enemy's line of sight. When I looked to my left, I saw a cliff face, with an amazingly long drop beneath it.
So, get shot to pieces or fall off a mountain and break my neck? What'll it be, Jacob? I thought to myself.
A guard then walked over to a crate, directly next to the path and faced in my direction. I quickly hid behind a rock and thought to myself, Cliffside it is then.
I then moved, quickly but quietly, through the snow and carefully placed my left hand and left foot onto some rocks that protruded out of the cliff face. Now, I want to tell you a little secret about myself. Heights scare the crap out of me. So, you could say that at this point, I was "poopin' bricks". Anyway, moving on. As I moved along the face, I could overhear some of the guards talking above me. They were speaking Altan so I didn't understand anything that they were saying. I continued on for a few more metres before deciding to climb upwards. As I climbed up, a rock the had stepped on was loose and fell as soon as I placed my foot on it. I gasped with terror. This was one of the few times I was scared of dying. Because I mean, falling to your death isn't exactly stylish. Anyway, one of the guards heard my gasp and peered over the edge of the cliff. I quickly held my breath and hung tightly against the cliff side, almost as if I was laying on it. After a few short moments, I heard the guard walk off, trudging through the snow.
Eventually, I had reached the top and I was relieved to finally have my feet on the ground. I was at the side of the base, right next to a frosty window. I quickly snuck towards it and drew my combat knife. I jammed it into the bottom of the window and pried it open, swinging the door outward. I then climbed in and closed it. From what I could see within the darkness of room I had entered, I was in a janitor's closet. I then began to hear a quiet beep from my comm transmitter, signaling that someone at HQ wanted to contact me. I pressed the button on the side of it.
"HQ, this is Lawson, I read you," I said.
"Lawson, eh?" the person I was talking to replied.
They didn't sound familiar and they weren't talking to me as if I was their superior, so either HQ was being sieged or something else was going on.
"Who is this?" I questioned.
"Oh, just someone you'll learn to hate quite quickly," the person replied, laughing. The voice was not masculine.
"A name would be more useful," I replied.
"How about a title, hm? Yes, I think I'd suit a title," she said, snickering.
"Stop stalling and tell me who you are."
"Well, I just happen to be the Guardian of the Light Warrior Stone," she said, laughing even louder this time.
I grunted, knowing that she was doing this to taunt me. "What a load of crap. You're not it's guardian. You plan to use it in your favour."
"That, Mr. Lawson, is not the way to talk to a lady!" she yelled into the radio. It seems that I had annoyed her.
"Oh really. If you could see my face right now you could see how much I don't care," I replied in a very monotone voice, "I'll see you in a few minutes, 'Guardian'".