I make my body straight as an arrow, increasing my descent along with helping me glide to the drop zone.
After falling for a few more minutes, I spot the mountain where the base is sitting, letting myself fall a few more seconds, I yank the cord on my chute, and it explodes from my pack. I drift to the base of the snow covered mountain, landing at the foot of the mountain. Unhooking my chute, I stuff it under a rock to keep my presence unknown while keeping a spare chute for quick decent in my pack.
I slip on my sunglasses with different modes such as Thermal, night vision, and X-ray. I got to hand it to the Hunter scientists they’re some innovative fuckers. I pull out 2 climbing picks. Shit! This blizzard’s getting worse, and those gray …show more content…
Footsteps trudge in the snow from behind, I slip behind a nearby boulder out of sight. A sentry in white tactical gear walks up the plateau armed with an M4. He stops and kneels down at my backpack I left for him to find on purpose. Clenching my fist, the wrist blade shoots out in place, Time to christen my blades with their first victim. I creep up behind him and drive the wrist blade deep in the side of his neck, severing his jugular as the blade bursts through the other side. His body twitches as his throat fills with blood, the red life force pours from his mouth, the frozen fear on his face is like sustenance. The sentry lets out gurgling sounds of him trying to scream, but his efforts are in vain. Blood runs from his neck like a sanguine waterfall. The snow on the ground becomes red as a bed of …show more content…
Their voices grew louder and louder as they come closer, I hide in in a shadowy corner in their blind spot. Drawing my suppressed 45 and ready my wrist blade and crouch down in the corner, waiting to strike like a coiled viper. Footsteps slosh through the puddles, ripples in the water appear in front of me. The two men emerge around the corner, my wrist blade shoots out as I leap’s from the corner, skewering the closest through the neck, following up with sounds of him choking on his blood along with the look of utter terror on his face. The other guard, however, went in to sheer panic becoming scared stiff, unable move. I beam an icy smirk at him, raising my Glock. “Never hesitate,” I say in a voice as cold as the wind wafting down the tunnels. The suppressor hisses, turning his brains into a Jackson Pollock painting. I rip the blade out of the man’s throat and he violently collapses on the ground. The Merc clutches his neck trying to keep the blood in while shaking and fighting to breathe through all the blood pumping out of the gash in his neck, but it’s no use, he is bleeding out too fast. His situation is as hopeless as plugging leak in a dam with gum. I drag the bodies off the pathway into a corner where there is no
After falling for a few more minutes, I spot the mountain where the base is sitting, letting myself fall a few more seconds, I yank the cord on my chute, and it explodes from my pack. I drift to the base of the snow covered mountain, landing at the foot of the mountain. Unhooking my chute, I stuff it under a rock to keep my presence unknown while keeping a spare chute for quick decent in my pack.
I slip on my sunglasses with different modes such as Thermal, night vision, and X-ray. I got to hand it to the Hunter scientists they’re some innovative fuckers. I pull out 2 climbing picks. Shit! This blizzard’s getting worse, and those gray …show more content…
Footsteps trudge in the snow from behind, I slip behind a nearby boulder out of sight. A sentry in white tactical gear walks up the plateau armed with an M4. He stops and kneels down at my backpack I left for him to find on purpose. Clenching my fist, the wrist blade shoots out in place, Time to christen my blades with their first victim. I creep up behind him and drive the wrist blade deep in the side of his neck, severing his jugular as the blade bursts through the other side. His body twitches as his throat fills with blood, the red life force pours from his mouth, the frozen fear on his face is like sustenance. The sentry lets out gurgling sounds of him trying to scream, but his efforts are in vain. Blood runs from his neck like a sanguine waterfall. The snow on the ground becomes red as a bed of …show more content…
Their voices grew louder and louder as they come closer, I hide in in a shadowy corner in their blind spot. Drawing my suppressed 45 and ready my wrist blade and crouch down in the corner, waiting to strike like a coiled viper. Footsteps slosh through the puddles, ripples in the water appear in front of me. The two men emerge around the corner, my wrist blade shoots out as I leap’s from the corner, skewering the closest through the neck, following up with sounds of him choking on his blood along with the look of utter terror on his face. The other guard, however, went in to sheer panic becoming scared stiff, unable move. I beam an icy smirk at him, raising my Glock. “Never hesitate,” I say in a voice as cold as the wind wafting down the tunnels. The suppressor hisses, turning his brains into a Jackson Pollock painting. I rip the blade out of the man’s throat and he violently collapses on the ground. The Merc clutches his neck trying to keep the blood in while shaking and fighting to breathe through all the blood pumping out of the gash in his neck, but it’s no use, he is bleeding out too fast. His situation is as hopeless as plugging leak in a dam with gum. I drag the bodies off the pathway into a corner where there is no