Just Another War
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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chapter 03
Chapter 3
-August 15th, 8:00 pm, New York City DMZ, sector 13-
The pain in his stomach was enough to tell Phelan that he needed something to eat; he had been running on fumes since before his unit was attacked, and it was finally starting to affect him.
“Oh come on… there has to be food somewhere around here… Phelan said to himself as he searched the level for anything. He didn’t have much time, but needed food. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to go without it. Breaking down a locked door, he came into the barracks/mess hall of the outpost. “Bingo” Phelan muttered as he walked over the fridge, opening it up, and grabbing a bottle of fresh water, and some food rations from a cupboard, sitting in a chair heavily.
“Ok. Lesse. I’m on the thirtieth floor of this building. In a MEF outpost. I’ve destroyed the surveillance equipment, and killed off the guards. But, we’re on the 30th floor. And the elevators don’t work. Which means… there’s a landing pad on the roof, dollars to donuts. And all the crates down here… there must be an elevator, or the pad is like one floor ab Wel Well, now isn’t this convenient…” Phelan thought as he chewed on the rations, thinking through his plans. He would have a chance to think more about what happened on the chopper home. “Well… might as well grab what I can…” As he grabbed a fresh bottle of water, refilling his canteen, grabbed some more rations… and spotted a computer… “Now isn’t that nice. Might as well look into grabbing some more intel…”
Phelan got up and walked to the computer… it was even logged in. “Lesse… we’ll just see what you got on here…” Phelan said as he viewed the files. “Holy shit… troop movements, troop locations for this sector… command ‘ll have a field day with this and the other intel.” Phelan muttered as he pecked away at the keyboard, getting rid of the main password on the drive. “And now.. you’re coming with me.” Phelan said as he broke open the pc’s case, and took the hard drive right out. “Time to get going.”
Phelan got up, securing the hard drive in a pouch, and walking out of the room. Looking around the level, he finally found the elevator. “There we go. Straight to the roof. Perfect.” Phelan said as he rode the elevator up, getting the nagging feeling it was to easy. “This all really has been to convenient… it can’t be this easy to get out. No way.” Phelan thought as he ked ked he assault rifle, making sure it was ready and loaded, he put his goggles on.
-thunk-
The elevator came to a stop at the rooftop, the doors opening slowly, and light from the setting sun streaming in.
“Halt mutant. Surrender and drop your weapons, or you will be eliminated.”
“Go fig. A fucking sentinel.” Phelan thought to himself as he stepped out of the elevator, and dove behind the original roof access stairwell jut out. “Come on Phelan. You cando this… Just gotta use the powers. It’s go time.” Phelan muttered as he peeked around the corner, and opened fire on it. “Eat shit!”
-August 15th, 8:00 pm, New York City DMZ, sector 13-
The pain in his stomach was enough to tell Phelan that he needed something to eat; he had been running on fumes since before his unit was attacked, and it was finally starting to affect him.
“Oh come on… there has to be food somewhere around here… Phelan said to himself as he searched the level for anything. He didn’t have much time, but needed food. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to go without it. Breaking down a locked door, he came into the barracks/mess hall of the outpost. “Bingo” Phelan muttered as he walked over the fridge, opening it up, and grabbing a bottle of fresh water, and some food rations from a cupboard, sitting in a chair heavily.
“Ok. Lesse. I’m on the thirtieth floor of this building. In a MEF outpost. I’ve destroyed the surveillance equipment, and killed off the guards. But, we’re on the 30th floor. And the elevators don’t work. Which means… there’s a landing pad on the roof, dollars to donuts. And all the crates down here… there must be an elevator, or the pad is like one floor ab Wel Well, now isn’t this convenient…” Phelan thought as he chewed on the rations, thinking through his plans. He would have a chance to think more about what happened on the chopper home. “Well… might as well grab what I can…” As he grabbed a fresh bottle of water, refilling his canteen, grabbed some more rations… and spotted a computer… “Now isn’t that nice. Might as well look into grabbing some more intel…”
Phelan got up and walked to the computer… it was even logged in. “Lesse… we’ll just see what you got on here…” Phelan said as he viewed the files. “Holy shit… troop movements, troop locations for this sector… command ‘ll have a field day with this and the other intel.” Phelan muttered as he pecked away at the keyboard, getting rid of the main password on the drive. “And now.. you’re coming with me.” Phelan said as he broke open the pc’s case, and took the hard drive right out. “Time to get going.”
Phelan got up, securing the hard drive in a pouch, and walking out of the room. Looking around the level, he finally found the elevator. “There we go. Straight to the roof. Perfect.” Phelan said as he rode the elevator up, getting the nagging feeling it was to easy. “This all really has been to convenient… it can’t be this easy to get out. No way.” Phelan thought as he ked ked he assault rifle, making sure it was ready and loaded, he put his goggles on.
-thunk-
The elevator came to a stop at the rooftop, the doors opening slowly, and light from the setting sun streaming in.
“Halt mutant. Surrender and drop your weapons, or you will be eliminated.”
“Go fig. A fucking sentinel.” Phelan thought to himself as he stepped out of the elevator, and dove behind the original roof access stairwell jut out. “Come on Phelan. You cando this… Just gotta use the powers. It’s go time.” Phelan muttered as he peeked around the corner, and opened fire on it. “Eat shit!”