by Destroyificator Prime » Wed May 30, 2007 8:18 am
Chapter 2 : Implementation
New Mexico 1960
Private Harmon could tell the Sarge was distressed, and that scared him. He had never seen him upset, the Sarge was the pinnacle of self control and composure. Private Harmon could only imagine what could have set him off like such.
He remembered his buddies telling him that this installation was built out in the desert because the Airforce was storing U.F.O's it had acquired. He had yet to see a flying saucer during his tour. The notion, however, was more than rational to him. Whatever they were guarding was important enough to use state-of-the-art laser locks on the doors of the compound. He reasoned the security must have been in place to prevent whatever it was from escaping.
" Harmon, Peters, move, move! " The Sarge yelled.
Harmon nodded and started to run down the corridors with the rest of his unit. They came to a security door he had never been through before, he stopped running and stood with his unit at the closed door, panting from the run.
The Sarge came running down the hall behind them clutching a small remote switch in his hand. He pushed the solitary button on the remote and the huge armored doors opened via hydraulics. He pointed to the doorway. " Now! Move, move! Arm masers! This is not a simulation, ladies!" Barked the Sarge.
Harmon flipped the safety off and readied his maser rifle. He took a steadying breath as he realized this was the first time he had activated his maser rifle in a real situation. Given to his unit only two months before, the weapon still reminded him of a Flash Gordon ray-gun. As far as he knew, this might have been the first time the Army had ever used masers in actual combat.
The unit proceed into a high level security area Harmon had never been in before. The halls were disheveled and many black scorch marks marred the walls and floors. He barely had time to take in the scene when the Sarge signaled everyone to form up on him.
" Okay listen up, cause I'm only gonna say this crap once! " Yelled the Sarge. " We got a situation. The Project in this section went wrong. Now the brass wants us to clean up the mess. You guys have the honor of using Uncle Sam's newest high-tech gizmos. Remember you only get 45 seconds of discharge before the damn things go dead on you. Try not to blow your whole load before you neutralize the Project. Got it? "
" What is our target Sarge? " Asked Peters.
The Sarge began to answer Peters only to be interrupted by a desk colliding with the wall nearest to him. A fifteen foot tall roughly human shaped robot came towards the unit holding a researcher by his neck. The scientist kicked his legs as they dangled, desperately trying to free himself from the robot's claw. As it grew closer Harmon saw it's head was shaped sort of like a cat's. He gulped and got into firing position with the rest of his squad.
Seeing as his unit was in position, the Sarge gave the signal to fire. Harmon and his unit all fired on the robot monster. Harmon braced himself as the maser recoiled.
The monster was enveloped in blinding blue electricity, momentarily blinding Harmon. When his vision returned he could see the robot had dropped his hostage, apparently because of the maser fire.
The robot shook himself and stood back up, it's cat's face contorted in rage. It growled a guttural sound and then shouted something in German. Harmon didn't understand what it said, but he knew the look on it's face, he broke for cover.
The monster dug it's claws into the walls of the hallway and ripped off big handfuls of cinderblock and mortar. It let out a howl as it threw the debris at Harmon's unit.
Luckily, they all got to cover in time and no one was hit by the flying rubble. Harmon couldn't see the robot because of the dust.
Harmon heard the Sarge's voice and ran toward him. Just when the Sarge came into view, he ordered Harmon not to advance. " Stay back Harmon!" Sarge called. " I've got another little toy for this Project."
Harmon obeyed and stayed put. He didn't know the Sarge's plan, but he sounded confident.
" Here Kitty kitty kitty! " The Sarge yelled at the robot monster. " I got something for ya! "
The robot came out of the dust cloud holding a fire extinguisher in it's right claw/hand. It yelled more German at the Sarge and prepared to pummel him with the extinguisher.
" You're all the same. " Said the Sarge as he fiddled with a small electronic device. " You were all talk in the war, and you're all talk now! I'm right here you over-grown toaster! Come get me "
The robot flung the extinguisher and grabbed the Sarge instead. It brought the Sarge to it's face and roared at the Sarge.
"Whoa! " Said the Sarge. " Somebody needs some Listerine ! "
It amazed Harmon how cool the Sarge was, even with a robot monster holding him by the throat, he still antagonized his opponent.
The robot opened his mouth to roar again and the Sarge threw the small device right in. The robot shut it's mouth and dropped the Sarge. It tried to stick it's right claw/hand in it's mouth to remove the device, but the claw was too large.
" What's wrong, pinball machine?" Chided the Sarge. " Gotta frog in your throat? "
The robot turned his attention to the Sarge once more, narrowing it's eyes menacingly.
The Sarge produced another remote from his breast pocket and pressed it's button. A huge boom echoed through the complex as the device in the monster's throat exploded. After the smoke cleared, Harmon saw the robot standing, decapitated. It slumped to it's knees before falling flat on the floor.
The Sarge let out a satisfied chuckle as he walked up to the robot and kicked it to make sure it wasn't moving. " Tilt! " He said.