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| Twilight
of the Apocalypse |
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| Chapter
2: Free Haven |
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| Free
Haven- Trimoire Island, 0635 hours, 15 June 2016 |
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| I
held my assault rifle |
in my hands, as the deck shuddered
with every spin of the powerful |
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on the roof of the Dark Baron Helicopter I was in. Three others sat around
me. They, too, |
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weapons. |
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| The heavy
rain raduced the pilots' visibility, but still they were able to manoeuver
the helicopter |
| to our drop
zone. The area was shrouded in darkness, the only source of light coming from
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| aircraft's
powerful search beams. |
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| One of the
pilot turned around in his seat and signalled to us. Looking ahead, we
nodded. |
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another, we unfastened |
unfastened our seat belts and leapt off the
edge as the helicopter went |
our seat belts and leapt off the
ledge as the helicopter went |
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it could to the ground. |
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| Then,
slowly, the chopper accelerated and flew off into the distance. The cool
evening breeze |
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and I looked around. There were metal fences around the drop zone, which was
actually |
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abandoned car park. |
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small building in front of us provided some shelter from the pounding rain. |
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| We had all
come here for a reason. My teammates stood around me, their rifles |
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| pointing to the ground. |
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| "Ok,
everyone. Gather round me. I'll tell you the reason why we're here. But don't |
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| let your
guard down while we're here. Something's strange going on in this desolate |
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| place. GSN
HQ told me I wasn't to say this until now. I picked you for a reason. |
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| All of you
are specialists in one field of combat or another." |
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| "Sir,
what is it you want to tell us?" a soldier asked. |
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| "Three
days ago, our sensors detected a massive object. It seemed to be heading |
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this area. Soon after, the object simply vanished from radar. The team back |
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| at GSN HQ
believes the object crashed here. Just hours ago, civilians of this town
reported |
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bizzare shadows dancing on walls and eerie noises were heard in the night.
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townspeople heard were not human, so they say," I explained. |
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| "We do
not know what we're facing here, but it is something we cannot predict. |
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| The object
may have been a meteor, but if it had crashed, the impact would have |
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| created a
crater. But that doesn't seem the case here. So, whatever it may be, we |
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| have got to
be prepared for this. Also, most of the townsfolk have vanished since the |
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| night after
the object supposedly crashed here," I added. |
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| "Its
starting to drizzle now, captain. Shall we begin?" Ryan suggested. |
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| "Yes,
let us move," I replied. |
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| I gestured
towards the building and the team followed. |
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| Lightning
flashed overhead, and the dark street was instantly lit up. |
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| I took the
few precious seconds to glance at our surroundings. |
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| I pointed
ahead, and we moved silently and stealthily. |
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| There were
two doorways. One on our right, and another a few metres away |
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| from our
present location. On my left, a small passageway led to another street. |
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| "Where
do you suggest we go, sir?" Blake asked, his rifle raised and ready. |
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| "Hmm.."I
pondered the question, then said, "we'll find more evidence and clues |
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| there." |
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| I led my
team to the small passageway and soon we were on the street. |
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| Fortunately,
the area was lit up by streetlamps, but there weren't many. |
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| The dim,
flickering lights only sent shivers up and down my spine. A sense |
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| of dread
overwhelmed me. I know the others must have felt the same at that |
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