A Literal Metaphysical God
- Sep 1, 2020
Lock and Load
"Alright boys. Strap it on, we need to get this tin tank moving!" Jason hollered to the group as he loaded two Nova Model 338's and slid a few extra cylinders into his pants pocket. The job was simple, a quick convoy to transport a prototype Cerberus Chip for Manticore Special Operations. Manticore had been working on these chips for months testing them in the field and they sure as hell weren't going to trust some random fixer to move it for them. Jason knew how valuable the chip was and his mission was clear- "I want a Raptor truck in front primed and ready to fire; You see anything get in the way, you give them one warning shot, I want the second shot in their head. Understood?" he yelled as he watched 5 Enforcement Officers board the Hummer-like vehicle, one climbing to the top and pulling back the bolt on a heavy mounted machine-gun. Jason nodded, it was showtime. He glanced down at his digipad typing a message. "Train is moving" he typed as he boarded the armored APC parked behind the Raptor. He climbed through a metal door-frame and sat next to a large metal chest stored in the back of the vehicle. The cargo area had no windows and was designed as a troop transport vessel. With him sat 3 Enforcement Officers who dared not look away from attention. "Small arms fire isn't shit to this thing but we don't have the nicest friends out here so keep your head on a swivel-" The 2 vehicle convoy began headed towards their destination; Most of the route had already been cleared or directed to alternative paths before they were set to move so the trip would be nice and quick. Jason leaned his head back and began to take some deep breaths. Convoy missions like this weren't normally such a big deal but this job in particular was one of great importance- for better or worse. A few minutes passed when suddenly a callout came over the radio: "SIR!". Jason sprung to life, rushing towards the front of the APC where he could squint through the dusty reinforced windows. The Raptor gunner continued his message "Unknown, 200 meters straight ahead near the overpass." Who the fuck was this? The route had been closed nearly 30 minutes ago and Enforcement had already swept the area. "Put lead in that prick if he doesn't move, I can't afford someone to fuck this up!" Jason yelled over the radio; He watched as a warning shot drifted near the approaching unknown. "I said waste that shithead, take him ou-"
A fiery inferno burned the front of the vehicle, Jason clung to life off the bottom of the APC. As the ringing in his ears slowed and his blurred vision came to, he quickly realized they had flipped and smoke was filling the cabin. He limped forward to see the driver and passenger hanging from their waists out of their chairs lifeless; Both faces were devoid of the men they were moments before and were replaced by bloodied shrapnel and char. "-repeat this is Delta 2-2, we are Priority Black, requesting immediate air superiority and zone lock-down. They are moving in on the cargo!" Squinting through the smoke, Jason could see Enforcement officers engaging an unknown assailant while they took cover behind the flipped, smoldering Raptor- "Who the fuck.." he thought to himself. Suddenly the door behind him at the back of the APC slammed open. "It's time to move-" an unknown voice hollered as Jason reached one of his pistols. In an attempt to kill his attacker, he missed and shot into the side of the armor plated interior. He felt a hand grab his neck and a bag thrown over his head as he was shoved to the ground. Struggling to get up, he attempted to push himself off the ground as he could hear someone open the cargo box from behind. "Keep your fucking paws off the merchandise!" Jason heard what sounded like gunshots from near the Raptor followed by his attacker barking "Fuck, we gotta go!" with the sound of a Corpo VTOL in the distance. He squirmed as he slid the bag off his head; Managing to slide himself up the side of the APC, Jason grabbed his side-arm and readied himself for whatever hell was about to ensue. Kicking the body of an Enforcement Officer nearby over, he grabbed the radio and uttered "Priority package his been compromised, status Black; Enforcement teams, prepare for extract."