Jun 18, 2012

Short Story: Press Start to Continue

The dust settled on the battlefield. The conduit was 10 yards away, the guards with their back to Anthony, focused on the war breaking out in front of them. The cloaking module in his armor had done its work. His lack of a gun meant that this would be complicated though. All he had to do was remove the conduit from the power source and the shield would drop, allowing the Resistance to storm the bunker and then over take the factory, cutting off the Coalition's supply of tanks. Anthony drew his knife and dashed forward. The crack of the glass under his feet caught him off guard, alerting the soldiers in front of him of his presence. The first laser from the rifle whizzed by his head, but the second and third found their marks. His body convulsed and fell on the ground as his final breath escaped him. Anthony had failed.

The dust settled on the battlefield. The conduit was 10 yards away, the guards with their back to Anthony, focused on the war breaking out in front of them. The cloaking device in his armor allowed him to sneak across the desolate ground littered with bodies on the other side of the bunker. He had lost friends today, and if it was up to him, he wouldn't lose any more. The power source to the factory shields was what he was here for, but the only weapon he didn't lose on his jaunt over here was a simple combat knife. Anthony remembered his training and was planning on using his stealth to his advantage. Speed shot through his legs as the knife fount its target: The soft back of the neck of the guard on the right. He ran straight at the remaining guard and tackled him to the ground before he could draw his weapon. Anthony had to get his hands around his neck, but the guard was bigger than him. Anthony continued to use his speed to his advantage and final forced his opponent under him. The sound of a rifle blast was the last thing he heard as the other guard pulled the trigger on his rifle, the knife still seeping into his neck. Anthony had failed.

The dust settled on the battlefield. The conduit was 10 yards away, the guards with their back to Anthony, focused on the war breaking out in front of them. His knuckles were beat white grasping the hilt of his only weapon, the knife given to him by his father the day the Coalition took over his home town. Use it only if you have to his father said. People were getting oppressed for their beliefs and way of life. Anthony had no doubt in his mind he had to fight. He turned on the cloaking on his armor. He knew full well that this would drain the battery on it so he had to make his moves perfectly. Picking up a rusted can from the floor, he threw it out the door. The ruse worked as one of the guards wandered to the door and stepped outside to check the disturbance. Anthony slide along the wall to the other guard and whispered two words before he slit his throat with the knife. He rushed over to the computer and removed the conduit. The view window was too big for him to crawl through, but the conduit was the size of the knife. He tossed it out the window and then jammed him knife into the shield battery. The explosion took him away from the world, but the Resistance would go on to win the war against the Coalition. Anthony had succeeded.