About once every 2 years we're sent to Central, main base as we like to call it and they test us to make sure we're on top of our game, that Central isn't supporting us for nothing, but that's the thing our platoon is fairly famous for being good, not betas, not Elite's just good.
And I think we deserve it. Central test us based on what we've accomplished as my platoon has a pretty even rating they would just usually throw us into the medium rating zones where we'd just have to run around shoot a few things some targets and have a meeting with the higher ups.
Oh but this time...
This time is just chaos.
It's like they're trying to kill us,
No wonder they put us on a nice jet with free food and bullet proof SUVs,
They were probably just trying to kill us themselves.
Because we're not in no easy child's play test, no we're with what the elites do, the top 5% the stuff us regulars shouldn't be doing!!!
Someone is going to get a piece of my mind if we make it out alive.
Now let me explain.
We've got ranking systems, as we are apart of the American Central they have a very lazy way of ranking they're multiple platoons.
At the top we have the Elite platoon's they're the top of the food chain and the fear that rises in the atmosphere when they're around is there's rightfully, they're strong, crazy and rich.
Than we have the Betas they're lower than Elites but they are just as scary, most of the time they partner platoons of Elites and will sometimes do dirty work for them, like loyal guard dogs hoping to join an Elite platoon.
Then there's lunes, what my platoon is considered to be, we're strong enough to hold on our own without needing higher power help from any platoons we do our own thing, recruit whoever we want and do the dirty work for Central like taking out rivals, we're respected.
And second to last we have Omega platoons they're whatever they want literally sometimes they partner up with Lunes sometimes the partner up with Betas sometimes they even have Pups help out they're defenses when they're in danger of being attacked, they literally do whatever.
And last we have Pups they're usually new platoons just starting out. They usually have 5 to 8 members and they have shield privileges, they're protected by the Central until a certain amount of time, they can however buy more time until, but they're new and are always offered help from other platoons until they get to the Omega rank.
So when I tell you we weren't ready... We weren't ready!
We were all preparing per usual Zion speaks into the recognition thingy while placing his hand on the hand analyzer.
He states "Lune, platoon number 3, Commander Zion."
It's what we usually do but this time we're rushed in the open door and once everyone got in we were free falling, we were shocked, but we stood the landing needless to say. As we were rising up I got grazed by a bullet on the side of my cheek. It could've been me head if I was any slower, out of reflex I immediately get my pistol and shot whatever shot me in their dead center, it was a robot, he was not functional after that shot, knowing we were immediately put under a test we all immediately got down crouching looking in all directions for targets scanning the surroundings it wasn't what we were used to.
Looking up, the floor that made us free fall had closed up and didn't seem to be opening anytime soon, looking around it seems like we're in a simulation of an old ware house we were thrown into a spot with a cracked wall and a window without glass outside of the wall was the robot I killed, the surroundings were very broken, cracked and old.
Bob decides to make moves first he has his pistol in his hand and his sniper hanging low to his waist, Bob is near a half wall peeking out to make sure there's no robots or humans trying to shoot, he motions for us to follow his suit then like the professional he is he just walks from the half wall to the other half wall and what do you know.
He gets shot.
Immediately
He screams in pain quickly shoots the small gun turret that shot him. The place is rigged as I thought, Dave helps Bob up and wraps Bob's leg up with some cloth Bob switches his gun to his sniper. We start heading out
The floorplan from what we can see is now slightly more open not much of a maze but no less one either, this one is simple though it seems all we have to do is get the targets all clear for the door to open or in other cases appear.
We decide to split like any would do in a horror movie, Zion comes with me Dave and Avery are their own team and Bob decides to take the middle on his own, as he limps off "a real sniper doesn't necessarily need legs to do our job." he says like the Greek god he is.
Our route is easy just walk into the traps but don't die.
We start heading off as we do so I feel a soft string pressing on my ankles, a trap wire "Don't move any closer" I said to Zion as I trace where it goes boom not to far from where we're at, stealthy I quickly shoot the bomb and run like my life depended on it, because it did.
While I mindlessly ran off like an idiot running from a bomb, I set off another trap almost got shot but luckily Zion graced me with his presence and shot it first.
"Man, what would I do without ya Silvie?" he says teasing me,
"bleh" i joke and turn around to face him making a sulking face while I walk backwards stepping into yet another trap.
This time it's a hidden harpoon, Zion yells duck, I bend back and yell goose the harpoon missing me by a few seconds, flys in front of me and grabs hold of the crappy wall that was behind us, now shattered because of the harpoon.
Poor wall.
"I could never survive this if you weren't here silviaaa" Zion says in a very high pitched voice not even trying to hide the sarcasm and mock in his tone.
"Whatever" smiling I turn around and shoot a part of the floor that's suspiciously sunken in it goes up in a boom.
"I think we're done, Zion."
"With our luck I think not."
Turning another corner only to find a automatic gun turret bigger than the one that shot Bob, the gun staring at us with its green laser pointed at my head.
Well speak of the devil.
I shoot at it thinking yea it's good now then it clicks.
CLICKS
In my years I've learnt that anything with a barrel and laser, should it start clicking you are either already dead or about to be.
I start zigzagging across the room with Zion doing the same thing in the other direction we slowly get closer to the gun it start shooting bullets.
I get scared.
From last experiences I can tell you being shot is not fun.
Being shot in the thinking area wouldn't be fun either.
But since it decided to shoot at me I shot back so did Zion the thing was still firing I quickly take my sniper in hands and no-scope it right in the middle where it was firing at.
Before I could even run away from it.
It blows up
Metal flying everywhere,
I'm now trying to run,
Just as I'm taking flight something sharp gets me in the back of my calf, immediately blood comes pouring out and the pain rushing in I freeze before I start hopping over to Zion like a bunny with one leg.
"My back of my lower leg got hit."
"I see." he says as I lay down on my side next to him, he he takes a small bottle from one of his pockets pops the cap off.
"Drink some." he motions the bottle to me.
I take a big sip, achohol
Before I know it he's pouring the rest on my wound.
Flinching from the sudden searing pain "Ouch" I cry out, gripping into Zion's shirt.
"Hey, it could have been worse." Zion says as he tightens some cloth around my calf, "You're definitely going to need some stitches."
"Noo," I whine, as Zion helps me off the floor.
"Luckily I've stopped the bleeding so you won't bleed out," he says, dusting off his pants.
"I'd rather bleed out than get stitches," I jest while leaning on him for balance.
"Crybaby."
"The one and only." I laugh as we start making our way back to the turret stepping around it we make a very cautious turn finding no gun or uneven floor boards we walk, well he walks I'm just really limping as we make it to the end we see a left turn with two more hallways on each side a door.
We see a door.
White with a crystal-looking door knob.
Like a door to heaven, most likely meant a door to hell.
We briefly stop in front of the door, we sigh then we take a step into hel- I mean heaven.