Dreadnought
Deity
Chapter 12
You're the last to cast your vote in this deplorable election. This is worse than choosing between the lesser of two evils; you are literally forced to choose between your profession, your honor, and your reward.
All the same, you cast your vote.
Dreadnought steps forward, anticipating the result. "Thank you, gentlemen. You've made the right choice."
Your eyes shift towards Zack. He is standing motionless; classical_hero and CivCube, flanking him on each side, also stand stoically, keeping a straight face despite the votes levied against them.
"I can assure you that the money will be immediately transferred into each of your private accounts."
You stare at Zack again, and this time you notice a slight twitch in his right arm; no, it's not a twitch -- he's signalling you.
Danger.
Dreadnought stays still. "Now, before I go, there is one -- loose end -- I have to clean up." Spinning on a dime, he draws a .44 Revolver from his belt and aims it straight at Zack.
Zack, anticipating the move, dives for cover behind a rock, followed by classical_hero. CivCube also takes cover behind a separate rock face.
Dreadnought's shot travels directly to the stop Zack was formerly standing. Cursing softly, he takes another shot at the rock, keeping the two behind cover.
You see classical_hero bend out from behind the rock, brandishing his large automatic rifle. He takes aim towards Dreadnought, but is instead forced back into cover by other gunfire...
...not coming from Dreadnought.
By now, most of the mercenaries dove to the ground for cover from this firefight, but you notice two of your squad mates are still standing.
One of them, johnhughthom, has his submachinegun aimed directly at classical_hero and Zack; he opens fire, sending a stream of bullets into the stone surface of their cover, keeping them pinned down.
SouthernKing, meanwhile, has grabbed the bag containing the relics and runs towards Dreadnought, seemingly unphased by the firefight that has just erupted.
Spoiler :
johnhughthom is the BLUFOR Osyluth!
Spoiler :
SouthernKing is the BLUFOR Barbazu!
Seeing his opponents hopelessly pinned down, Dreadnought taunts, "Zack, you should have well known that it'd take more than two Archangels to stop me!"
From behind the rock, you hear Zack chuckle. "Interestingly enough, I already did!"
With your peripheral vision, you see a mercenary jump up from the ground with inhuman speed. You identify him as Takhisis, who levels his rifle towards SouthernKing. Taking a shot, he strikes SouthernKing in the upper body, sending him crashing to the ground.
Spoiler :
Takhisis is an OPFOR Archangel!
johnhughthom immediately recognizes this new threat and turns towards Takhisis. Wielding his submachinegun like a baseball bat, he strikes Takhisis with enough force to break the firearm into several pieces. Takhisis falls to the ground, dazed, and johnhughthom draws his pistol and aims it to execute Takhisis.
Takhisis's reaction is too quick, however, and he sweeps johnhughthom off the ground. He fires the pistol wildly into the air as he falls; Takhisis, meanwhile, draws his knife and rolls on top of him. johnhughthom grabs Takhisis's wrist before he can make the fatal stab wound, locking both of them in this fatal bout of wrestling.
Dreadnought roars with rage. "GET THE RELICS. GET THE RELICS!"
You are amazed to see SouthernKing stumble back to his feet, shrugging off a wound that would incapacitate any human being. He takes a a few pot shots towards CivCube before grabbing the bag again and darting behind cover. Dreadnought backpedals towards a nearby pickup truck, firing his revolver as he goes.
Zack reemerges from his cover and, wielding a Desert Eagle, aims to bring Dreadnought down. Dreadnought pulls open the truck door, using it as cover from Zack's shots, and starts the engine.
"We need to get the hell outta here!" one mercenary screams, and you agree with him. Using this moment as a distraction, the survivors swing around the site's entrance towards a ring of expedition trucks in the distance.
Dreadnought drives the pickup truck to SouthernKing, who jumps into the bed despite the terrible wounds he has already received. johnhughthom, meanwhile, flips Takhisis off and darts to the truck, ignoring the bullets striking him from CivCube and classical_hero. SouthernKing covers their escape as they drive into the distance; Zack and the Archangels make no visible attempts to pursue them.
That, however, is only a minor concern to you; for you have survived not only the ordeal of the expedition, but the terrible firefight that raged after it.
Regardless of the rivalry you have stooped into; regardless of the choices you have made; regardless of the threats you may have heard, you survived the mission and succeeded admirably. Though you did breach the terms of your contract -- not only did you fail to deliver the goods to the contractor, but you also blatantly accepted payment to do otherwise -- you've pocketed 100 times as much cash as you would have otherwise.
You let your mind drift towards your imminent future, imagining what lies in store for you. Only one thing is clear.
You`re a million bucks richer.