Just Another War
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
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Adult +
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3
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chapter 2
Chapter 2
-August 15th, 2004, 3:30 pm, New York City DMZ, sector 13-
“Well then… time to go.” Phelan mumbled to himself. He had just spent the better part of an hour moving his dead allies off the street, moving them into the building he had woken up in. He couldn’t care less about the MEF troopers.
“Up we go…” there had to be… at least 30, maybe 40 floors to the top. It was a long trek, to saw the least.
-4:15 pm, same day-
Looking up, phelan sat down at the top of one of the countless cement stair wells. Resting his gun beside him, he pulled out some water, drinking thirstily.
“Ugh. Twenty floors down… so many more to go. But I have to make it…” He said quietly as he sat, catching his breath. It was a long trek, not because of the distance, but because he had to be careful. MEF had troops and monitoring stations equipped with defense ‘nets aler ter the DMZ, tracking movement, and ready to ambush or reinforce any troops that needed it. To many MDC squads had met an untimely end by an ambush from above. So Phelan had to take his time, watching out for enemies as he climbed the stairs, not to mention looking for bad stases ses that could collapse at any moment.
“Time to get going again I guess…” Phelan muttered quietly as he got up slowly, putting the canteen back.
-4:45 pm, same day, 30th floor-
“You, are kidding me.” The stairs were… gone. Destroyed. Ten floors to go, and no stairs. “Fine! I’ll find a different stairwell! It’s not like what I’m doing is important! Not like the woman I love, and the people I considered my family are dead, or anything like that! Ohhhh no. Fuck!” Phelan yelled, everything just piling up, one thing on another.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air, and drop your weapons!”
“Oh for fucks sake…”Phelan said as he dropped his assault rifle, and put his hands in the air. A MEF trooper… apparently the door on that floor wasn’t as broken as Phelan thought… and from it, came an MEF trooper, with Phelan is his crosshairs.
“Hey man… maybe we can talk this through? Don’t fuck around with me…”
“Shut the fuck up, you god damned mutie scum. You’re gonna get me outta this hellish assignment. So get that pistol off your leg, that sword off your back, and then your hands back in the ai-“ He was cut off as Phelan was dropping his sword… by a blade through the throat. Phelan had increased speed… and used it right then. Drawing his blade back from his throat, Phelan wiped the blood off on the corpse, and then sheathed it, grabbing the corpse.
“I told you not to fuck around with me… fuckin’ idiot.” Phelan picked up the corpse, and threw it down the broken stairwell. He had to have some other buddies around… they never assigned just one guy to work an outpost. “So; now where are your friends…”
elanelan stalked quietly through the broken halls of the floor they we’re one, looking for the other members of the outpost. They would have to be eliminated before he could call for help.
“So I said to him, ‘ten bucks? You’re kidding me!’ and that’s whe-“
“Dave, you’ve told us thiory ory like twenty times.”
“So?”
“So, Fred is trying to tell you to, to shut the fuck up!”
“Oh, shut the hell up and let me finish the story Greg.”
“No!” Greg and Fred shout in unison.
-clink, clink clink-
“Grenade!”
The explosion from the grenade that Phelan tossed into the room killed them instantly, frying all the electronics in the room as well.
“Well, I seem to have found the monitoring station… sorry guys.” Phelan muttered as he got ready to move on… as the fifth member of the squad rounded the bend, gun prepped, looking for what happened. Seeing Phelan, he opened fire. Phelan dove behind a supply crate for cover, returning fire.
“You fuckin’ muta-“ Phelan cut him off mid sentence with a bullet to the head.
“That should be the last of them…” Phelan said as he got up, looking for their mess hall.
-August 15th, 2004, 3:30 pm, New York City DMZ, sector 13-
“Well then… time to go.” Phelan mumbled to himself. He had just spent the better part of an hour moving his dead allies off the street, moving them into the building he had woken up in. He couldn’t care less about the MEF troopers.
“Up we go…” there had to be… at least 30, maybe 40 floors to the top. It was a long trek, to saw the least.
-4:15 pm, same day-
Looking up, phelan sat down at the top of one of the countless cement stair wells. Resting his gun beside him, he pulled out some water, drinking thirstily.
“Ugh. Twenty floors down… so many more to go. But I have to make it…” He said quietly as he sat, catching his breath. It was a long trek, not because of the distance, but because he had to be careful. MEF had troops and monitoring stations equipped with defense ‘nets aler ter the DMZ, tracking movement, and ready to ambush or reinforce any troops that needed it. To many MDC squads had met an untimely end by an ambush from above. So Phelan had to take his time, watching out for enemies as he climbed the stairs, not to mention looking for bad stases ses that could collapse at any moment.
“Time to get going again I guess…” Phelan muttered quietly as he got up slowly, putting the canteen back.
-4:45 pm, same day, 30th floor-
“You, are kidding me.” The stairs were… gone. Destroyed. Ten floors to go, and no stairs. “Fine! I’ll find a different stairwell! It’s not like what I’m doing is important! Not like the woman I love, and the people I considered my family are dead, or anything like that! Ohhhh no. Fuck!” Phelan yelled, everything just piling up, one thing on another.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air, and drop your weapons!”
“Oh for fucks sake…”Phelan said as he dropped his assault rifle, and put his hands in the air. A MEF trooper… apparently the door on that floor wasn’t as broken as Phelan thought… and from it, came an MEF trooper, with Phelan is his crosshairs.
“Hey man… maybe we can talk this through? Don’t fuck around with me…”
“Shut the fuck up, you god damned mutie scum. You’re gonna get me outta this hellish assignment. So get that pistol off your leg, that sword off your back, and then your hands back in the ai-“ He was cut off as Phelan was dropping his sword… by a blade through the throat. Phelan had increased speed… and used it right then. Drawing his blade back from his throat, Phelan wiped the blood off on the corpse, and then sheathed it, grabbing the corpse.
“I told you not to fuck around with me… fuckin’ idiot.” Phelan picked up the corpse, and threw it down the broken stairwell. He had to have some other buddies around… they never assigned just one guy to work an outpost. “So; now where are your friends…”
elanelan stalked quietly through the broken halls of the floor they we’re one, looking for the other members of the outpost. They would have to be eliminated before he could call for help.
“So I said to him, ‘ten bucks? You’re kidding me!’ and that’s whe-“
“Dave, you’ve told us thiory ory like twenty times.”
“So?”
“So, Fred is trying to tell you to, to shut the fuck up!”
“Oh, shut the hell up and let me finish the story Greg.”
“No!” Greg and Fred shout in unison.
-clink, clink clink-
“Grenade!”
The explosion from the grenade that Phelan tossed into the room killed them instantly, frying all the electronics in the room as well.
“Well, I seem to have found the monitoring station… sorry guys.” Phelan muttered as he got ready to move on… as the fifth member of the squad rounded the bend, gun prepped, looking for what happened. Seeing Phelan, he opened fire. Phelan dove behind a supply crate for cover, returning fire.
“You fuckin’ muta-“ Phelan cut him off mid sentence with a bullet to the head.
“That should be the last of them…” Phelan said as he got up, looking for their mess hall.