Third-Person Perspective:
Ahhh Goodsprings, a place that fits the definition of a town where nothing interesting happens to cause it's in the middle of nowhere. And, for the most part, that was it. A quiet suburban town. Just what Joseph and Glynda Firestone needed after their honourable discharge.
Mike's POV:
Hey there! I'm Mike Firestone. Now if you must be wondering how I came to be a badass sniper with looks to match. Well to answer that you would have to know about my family. Both my parents were U.S. rangers. Well more accurately my dad was a sniper in the rangers, one of the best, and my mother was an apache helicopter piolet. It was on one of several missions back when the middle east was still in turmoil.
Flashback: 2035
75th U.S. Rangers:
Commanding officer: Master Sergeant Griggs; Status: KIA
Second in Command: Sergeant first class Joseph Firestone
Joseph's POV:
" INCOMING!!!" was the last thing I heard as a nearby car was directly impacted by an RPG. The blast itself didn't hit me but goddammit was it loud. My ears were ringing, I look up to see Private Jackson, the medic, saying something, couldn't hear it for a few seconds. " WHAT?" I yelled back over the gunfire. " Sir, we just lost Sergeant Griggs, sir." He replied. "Dammit!, Henry? Henry! where the hell is our EVAC?" I yelled. " 5 minutes sir." "DAMMIT, will be corpses for 2 minutes by then! Get back on the radio and tell them to get their asses here FAST." I replied. "Big Bird, we need DUSTOFF now! We are heavily pinned down, over." "Copy, Bravo 6 we are 4 minutes away and closing fast, over."
"Well get here fas- AAAHHH" " Henry! Private, make sure he's ok and pass me the radio" I said. Jackson rushed over to see if our radio operator still breathing. "He's alive, Serge, the bullet hit the helmet, he's alive but out cold". "FUCK! *radio* Big Bird, how much longer? We have injured."
"Bravo 6 we are doing are 3 minutes out. over" "We aren't going to last 3 minutes!"
"Bravo 6, This is Hunter 2-1, You boys need help? Well, you got it" was the last thing I heard an Apache gunship overhead. Seconds later it starts raining hell on the enemies. "Thanks for the backup Hunter 2-1," I replied. A few minutes later Big Bird finally arrived. "Bravo 6 ready to load and ride." "About time Big Bird! We got several injured. Private move Henry and other injured onboard." "Copy sir."
"Bravo 6! Come in Bravo 6! You have trouble heading your way." 'What do you mean Hunter 2-1"
"You getting flanked from BOTH sides, tangos from the west and an APC from the south" "CRAP!" I used my perk, Relay, which allowed me to see nearby weaponry, and spotted an RPG-7. "Perfect! *Radio* Hunter 2-1 cover west, over" " Copy Bravo 6". I rushed to pick up the discarded RPG, and line it up to where APC, would be. "Come on you, come on." I waited. As soon as it was in my sights... "Gotcha!" *BOOM* "Get scrapped ya' bastards."
" SERGE! Everyone is loaded and ready to go!" " Roger that". Discarding the RPG, I climbed the EVAC chopper.
*Time Skip*
Time: 1830 hours
Location: Outskirts of the city
Onboard the chinook:
Hunter 2-1 was assigned as an escort to the safe zone. It was only now, after calming my nerves, I realized that Hunter 2-1's pilot was a woman. I probably would have started daydreaming if it wasn't for Sgt. James yelled " AA FIRE INCOMING!". What happened next is still mind-boggling.
"Command, this is hunter 2-1 we are going hit, I repeat we ----- * STATIC*" " Command this bravo 6, Hunter 2-1 is down, there is a large group of tangos heading towards the crash site and we can see small arms fire coming from the cockpit. Requesting permission to attempt a rescue, over." I radioed. " Permission granted Bravo 6, but attempt rescue at your own risk, I repeat attempt to rescue at your own risk." "Understood command, Bravo 6 over and out."
Glynda's POV: How the bloody hell did they manage to hit an attack chopper but not a flying school bus is beyond me. Dammit, I think my leg is broken or at the very least heavily damaged. I see Big Bird... Land? Are they attempting a rescue? I didn't have time to ponder on it as I have tango closing on me. "SCARP!"
Joseph's POV: "Sgt., Private, cover me, I'm going to make a break for it." " Sir, YES SIR!" I start running towards the downed Apache and see the piolet, struggling to get out. Seems like the belt release is stuck. " I got you, I got you.", pulling out my knife, I cut through the belt. Slinging the piolet over my shoulder, I start running back to Big Bird. " Everyone, back on the chopper, we're getting out here, ON THE DOUBLE" I yelled as getting on the chinook.
"Thanks for getting me out of there." The pilot said. "Don't mention it, rangers don't leave their behind. Sergeant first class Joseph Firestone." "Captain Glynda Goodrich."
*Back to the present*
Mike's POV: And the rest is, admittedly a cliché, history. And that brings us to the present-day Goodsprings. After a long and eventful military career, my parents decided to retire to a quiet suburban town. Dad and mom opened the local tavern seeing as too surprisingly the town didn't have one up until that point. I, being bored of the slow suburban life decided to take a part-time job. A courier of all things. And that's how my story started.
Location: Goodsprings graveyard.
Time: 12:05 A.M.
Third Person POV:
Mike: " Wha - What the ?"
???: "Sorry kid, but you're caring the wrong mail."
Mike: "What the hell are you talking about?
???: "Aww playing dumb to the end, how cute. Truth is kid, the game was rigged from the start."
The man, dressed in a checkered suit, drew a pistol.
Mike: " WAIT! PLE "
*BANG*
???: "Poor kid, hehe, wrong time wrong package. I almost feel sorry for him."
*6 Hours later*
Mike's POV: That bang was the last thing I remember from that night. Where the hell did I go wrong? All I remember was picking up a package meant for Mr Jonathan House. A prominent figure in town. A businesses man, with a strange taste for everything related to casinos and gambling. Then again with a last name like House, it makes sense.
It must have been hours since then, that I finally woke up and was met with a face full of dirt. "What the?" I was buried after being shot in the HEAD! How to wait, last night must have activated my first perk! I started digging my way out. Good thing I saw all those videos on how to survive being buried alive.
*On the surface*
Third Person POV: " It just ain't right," said Victor, he was the ground keeper for the cemetery and church of the town. Last night the Firestone house was burnt to the ground. The husband and wife were still inside, and their son was nowhere to be found.
Victor's POV: Better go prepare the cemetery. Who would do such a thing? And why?
My thoughts were stopped by something strange, at the back of the Cemetary. Looked like the soil had been freshly turned. As if someone had dug it up and buried something there. As I approached, A BLUMING HAND STUCK OUT OF THE DIRT PILE. " GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY!" Slowly, a second hand popped out and moved to start to move the dirt out of the way, but then they went limp. I dug up the remaining dirt, and what I found shattered the ground beneath me. " WHAT IN SAM HILL !?!?" It was the firestone kid! He had a big gash on the right side of his head. "Hang on kid, I gotcha." Dragging him out of the hole, I took him to the Good doctor's house who lived nearby.
Third Person POV:
"DOC MITHCHELE, DOCTOR!" Vector yelled out, dragging a limp Mike behind him. "What in the god's name is going on?" The good doctor said stepping, "You would not believe what I found." Victor said.
Mike's POV: So close, dammit.... running out of air.... no.... not now..... someone help. I blacked out again. After what felt like an eternity, I finally woke up, on a medical bed. I heard a faint beeping of what I guessed was a heart monitor. I finally caught my bearings and looked around to see the room I was in. An old wooden room with medical equipment everywhere. Only one man has all of this stuff. I sat feeling my face, there was a thick wrap of bandages on my forehead. The door opened.
Doc Mitchell: When Victor had dragged the Firestone boy, covered in blood and dirt, I couldn't believe my eyes. Neither were my ears when he told me how he had found him. But at the time that didn't matter. I had a life to save and an oath to keep. I set to work, from the looks of things he was shot in the head. But the bullet had deflected from the skull, leaving a giant gash that ran the entire side of the head. The dirt didn't help the situation, he was barely hanging onto life, but was still there.
*Time skip*
It had been a good 10 hours since I had patched up the kid, just waiting for him to wake up. I had given my statement to the deputy. Poor kid, how does one break it once that his family is dead after being shot and buried alive, a 15-year no less! I should at least go check up on him.
Third Person POV: As Doc stepped into the room he saw Mike sitting up and looking around.
"Whoa there! Take it easy, son. You've been through a lot." "Oh hey doc, thanks for saving me." "Don't mention it, I swore an oath when I become a doctor, It's my duty to stand by it." " Well, I thank full for that." Mike started to get up. " Well, better get going. Mom and dad must be worried sick." As he said that, Mike noticed an uneasy look on the doctor's face. " Is everything alright doc? You seem worried" " I. I don't know how to tell you this kid, but, your parents are................ gone."
Mike's POV: That statement just broke the earth beneath me. My parents. GONE. DEAD. My shock was replied by quickly replaced by anger. It had to be those guys who wacked me last night. " What happened?" I asked. "Your house was burnt to the ground. Police suspect fowl play bu--" " I know that it was fowl play, and I have a pretty good idea as to who it is." I said.
"What? How" The doc said. 'The man from last night. The one who shot me and left me for dead." " Well do you remember what they look like? You know what sit down and wait. I'll call the sheriff.
[Time skip after Mike gave his statement]
I left the doc's place and headed towards Mr House's place. If anyone whos going to have any answers it's going to be him. What kinda package did he have sent? Reaching the house I knocked on the door. Surprisingly the man himself opened the door.
"What the! Who are you?" "Evening Mr House, I'm supposed to be the courier who was meant to deliver your mail last night." "What do you mean 'supposed to be'?" "Well your mail got me shot in the head and buried, and my family killed. So I wanted to know what the hell was it." The man waited for a few seconds, taking all the information laid on him. "Alright, alright you deserve to know. You were carrying a chip which contained records of several Mob-owned operations and names of prominent members." "So your basically a govt. mole, right?" "Yes." "Alright, do you know someone in the family who wears a suit with a checkered suit that looks like it would be a dining table cover with a silver 9mm handgun?" " That would be Benny, a Mob made - man." " Alright, Mr house, thank you for your time." I turned to leave. "Hey, kid! If you ever need a place to stay, you are always welcome." Mr House called out. "Thank you, Mr House," I replied, heading towards the tavern.
*At the tavern*
Dad left the spare key under the storm drain, how it never washed away is beyond me. Unlocking the door. I went upstairs, we have a spare apartment up here in case of emergencies. Also, something special was kept here. If the Mob wants a fight it will get one.