CrossFire: Rusty Myers part 2

Rusty was sleeping when Nicholas jabbed him in the shoulder with his rifle. "Are we almost there?" Myers said with a yawn. Wilk gave a short nod, and pointed at a remote island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. "We just made it, in fact. Do you remember why we're here, Lone Wolf?"

Myers' nickname 'Lone Wolf' was due to him leaving his brothers in arms and holding off forces on his own, saving Wolf Pack more than others would believe. He was exceptional at this skill, and done wonders better alone, but it angered his colleagues more than necessary.

"There was a distress signal, right? Something about Lamos 'unleashing' some unfinished weapon? I'm one for fairy tales and fables, but I doubt even that is a serious message." Myers looked past his CO's shoulder and gave a low whistle. "Though THAT could be a clue."

Wolf Pack, or its remaining squadron from the last mission, turned to Myers' point of view, and their eyes widened. They saw multiple craters and destroyed houses, and what looked ridiculed corpses.

After the chopper landed, Wilk moved towards the destruction and studied the damage. "No way a small strike or uprising could have done all this damage. You'd have to bring an army to make such measures meet. Problem is, this island is too small for such capacity. No, I bet someone who did this found some weapon to cause all this."

Kharvax stepped by, and studied a corpse. This bloke died from being shot down." Bending down to see closer, he noticed something about the bullet wounds. It wasn't one bullet hole, but multiple, and the rounds were far too large for buckshot or even gauss rounds. "These aren't normal rounds at all, not by carbines or shotguns. No, these bullets are from a minigun."

Samuel Hiflen narrowed his eyes, his green eye-lights glowing intensely. "what do you mean, a minigun? Were one of your kind screwing around with it?"

The Krimxin spun around in a blur, growling under it 'breath'. "Don't you FUCKING get my race involved, Jhavazack (bastard)! As aggressive as we are, we still control ourselves and follow protocols when it is demanded!"

Anna, Joey, and Don were the last to leave the chopper, their expressions worried. When it was only Kharvax that was angry, Anna just gave a huff of dismay. "Kharvax, calm yourself. Hiflen is still edgy from yesterday, and we don't need you two butting heads against each other. Like it or not, we're still a part of the squad, and you'll have to put your rivalry aside. NOW."

Kharvax and Samuel stared intently in each other's eye, until Hiflen gave a nod, and walked by, while the Krimxin gave a huff, then walked the other direction. The two had a rivalry from the start of their training classes when they joined, one claiming himself better than the other. Eventually, their antics and endless duels began to endanger other recruits at the academy, the duo were forced to stop and drop it. Only a year has passed, and they've already begun to regress and harass each other. So far, only Anna seem to keep both of them from killing each other. Rusty tried to do it before, but after they destroyed an APC, he stayed out of their squabbles and warned Anna, his girlfriend, if the Krimxin and Chrozin began to get violent.

"So..." Myers said, trying to start a chat with Anna, but she stopped him. No, Rusty, it's done." And walked off, before he could start his apology about breaking up with her, leaving him alone. It didn't hurt him, though it was more painful when he mention the news of him and her splitting up for the best.

Wilk pulled his rifle's scope into balance, and noticed something in the distance. He lowered his weapon, and tilted his head where his ear pointed in the same direction. It perked up, and he looked up again. "Liven up," he ordered his squad.

"We got a survivor."