"Harris, Eatine, Fraser, Mason go with Robertson. You take out the pilboxes Alpha and Beta, the rest of us will take out Cappa and push forward into the objective here. Once we've made the doors, Roberstson will take you on over run to the secondary target which is MMSH 4678 where you will eliminate everyone. Use your ranged weapons well, you can expect maybe 150-200 targets, mostly wounded and medics.Once you have done that press forward to point 189 SE where you will wait for us." Gnk'rll asked if there was any questions and made sure everyone was clear of their objectives. "What are we expecting to find in the bunker?" Serravalen asked quietly shivering under her poncho. "Thats what Im hoping one of you three can tell us," he gestured to the ebb users. Church was almost blue with cold and hadnt slept well at all, rain and sleet kept comming down and it looked to all intents and purposes to be getting worse. "We lost an agent here a week ago, this was his last know location so we're going in to look about and see what happened. He mentioned in his last transmission a number of anomalies in the area locataed in the bunker and possibly the Militia field hospital unit nearby."
Agent Fraser shouldered the SAGM missile launcher while Harris and Mason prepared their plasma ejectors, when Gnk'rll gave the signal all hell broke loose on the outlying areas on the bunker complex. The missile tore apart the plascrete pillbox like it was made of cardboard and anything inside it was reduced to cinders from the explosion. On his flanks the two plasma ejectors literally melted the second pillbox in a firestorm of glowing white light that lit up the surrounding area like day. Two metre plumes of coolant spewed from the vents on top of the VX99B Plasma ejector as its heat climbed to critical levels forcing the gunners to replace cylinders of liquid nitrogen. Heavy machine gun fire from Eatain and Robertson's GAG 502's began chopping down a few figures running around in the area below with high explosive rounds. By the time they had to reload the guns theVX99B's opened up again with a volley of hundreds of motes of plasma that melted and incinerated anything it hit with an inextinguishable fire. "This is Heavy B, all targets eliminated, heading to next point of contact over. Happy trails Lord G" Robertson didnt bother waiting for the reply and had the agents begin charging to the base 3 km away, "this is Little K, message received, good hunting, Lord G sends his regards."
Sandy stumbled in his headlong charge down the hill as the blastbomb in front of him wrecked the pillbox with a huge concussion wave, O'Connor was keeping up with him yelling a clan warcry and leveling his bayonet. Behind them fire from Serravalen and Ktr'n was making the occasional dark figure explode in a gory spray from 17mm rifle rounds. Another blastbomb wrecked an APC parked 150 metres away hurling its burning occupants into the air. Gnk'rll was keeping a steady pace behind the two charging scouts, occasionally pausing to lay down a spread of cover fire on anyone that looked to be recovering from the assault. It was only when the pair of scouts reached the muddy entrance of the bunker did they pause to see what they where up against. They looked to be human militia, though very emaciated and sicky in complexion which made his heart sink that they where killing SLA troops. Some where trying to fight back with some light weapons but they where quickly cut down from his Warmonger whispering its silent death of HESH rounds. O'Connor was in a fury, slashing and stabbing his way through ranks of the sick troops when the top portion of his torso exploded with a violent noise. "Recoiless rifle! 10 oclock," Sandy formulated a short fold to another location as the 98mm gun had another shell chambered in it. He made it 20 metres away to the burning wreck of the APC just in time, as where he was standing moments before was just a explosion of mud and concrete, the crew didnt get a chance for a another round as their gun and where they where positioned was annihilated by a combination of ebb blast and some grenades.
Serravalen was called over to a corpse of a dead soldier by Gnk'rll, "what do you make of this?" She bent down resting her rifle across her thighs to have a closer look at the body and was intrigued by the mutliation done to the man. "Eyes and ears sewn shut. Looks like standard surgical thread. Did you notice that none of them seemed to feel pain? I put that down to high dosages of combat drugs. But this I dont understand are they all like it?" The shaktar nodded, Serravalen detached the bayonet and hacked the fatigues off the dead soldier to see if anything else had been done. "Looks like theres been some invasive surgury done on him underneath the sternum around the diaphram. Bring me another while I do a quick autopsy." Ungracefully she began unstitching the corpse, thick heavy thread parted under the quick swipes of the vibro bayonet, there was still some blue discolouration from what she guessed was some antibacterial prep around the areas that had been cut. "Make it quick, we will have to move in to secure the bunker," Gnk'rll urged.
"You go ahead, I will be in in 4 minutes," he almost was going to disagree but the waster could look after herself easily enough so he gathered the others and headed in down the concrete ramp and into the darkness. It wasnt long before she heard gunfire reverberating out of the tunnel and she went to work with a small scalpel quickly. There was something wrong with the human's anotomy, the lungs where too small, to get a better look she cut through the sternum with the bayonet with a crudeness that would have made an abbitoir worker proud. A deep reverberation like an earthquake sounded somewhere underneath Serravalens feet and the vibration made her nervous. The lungs where the right size as far as she could guess, the real dilema was that the man had no heart, all the major arteries where simply sewn together. Another bell like reverberation rolled out underneath her feet and she felt scared now being out here alone, she checked the next corpse, same crude surgery proceedure. The next reverberation came again quicker and it set her teeth humming and she ran down into the ramp slipping on the wet, muddy slope until she bounced off a concrete pillar and tripped over a pile of bodies. Dead people didnt bother her, she'd seen a lot of dead people as a detective but there was always something wrong about a mutilated corpse she didnt like the looks of.
The forth toll from deep below lasted longer and came quicker, Serravalen felt it in her mind now, the vibration causing her synapses to feel a dull pain and her legs felt heavy like trying to run through sand.
On the fifth toll her legs cut out altogether and she fell face first in agony on the cold wet concrete that smelt like blood, mud and faeces. The rifle fell from her hand as crawled about looking for the dislodged night vision googles that had come off, without them she couldnt see a thing in the tunnel. The sixth toll she never even felt because she'd fainted from terror.