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Authors: Ricky Cooper
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rubberised pad of his
throat mike.
'Cherry, you there mate? You ain't going to believe what
we found.'
Reaching into a pouch on his vest, Fadei produced a
small black cylinder and with some semblance of reverence handed the
object to Baker. Glancing down at the proffered canister, Baker for
a second seemed puzzled for a second as he gazed at the seamless
black object.
'I, like you, care for my fellow soldiers Baker. I know
for a fact it would haunt you for the rest of your days if you left
him here like this. Take it and give him an honourable end. Do not
let him end up like my men.'
Baker's eyes snapped back to Fadei's as the Russian
finished his sentence, the unspoken question spinning between them
like a top at the sudden blossoming mutual respect. Nodding his
thanks, Baker took the grenade and pulled the pin. He set the rapidly
heating metal cylinder on his commander's chest as he pulled
Pottergate's dog tags free and stood back. The bright, heat soaked,
flash of the grenade illuminated the two men casting seven foot long
shadows across the concrete walls of the hall. A dull hiss issued
forth as the phosphorus ignited and spilled out over Pottergate's
bloodied corpse.
The thickening glow of white phosphorus spread out from
the grenade like a mist, Pottergate's sallow blue tinged skin began
to blister and bubble as the superheated mixture began to slowly
consume all it touched. Within the first few seconds deep rents had
begun to form in the rapidly charring corpse, the skin shrinking back
even as the white phosphorus ate away at it, revealing the still pink
flesh beneath. The old soldier's uniform began smoking, bursting into
flame as it reached its flashpoint lending a sense of Nordic honour
to an untimely end.
Baker stood and stared, the flash resistant lenses of
his gas mask shielding his eyes from the vicious glow of the
phosphorus.
It was for Baker, the longest ninety seconds of his life
as he gazed upon the impromptu funeral pyre of the man who had for
the past nine years been the closest thing to a father Baker had ever
known. Turning Baker walked deeper into the cavernous hall, his
booted feet echoing off the flat surface of the walls. 'What did they
do here?'
Fadei was silent for several seconds as he pondered the
answer. The soldier in him looking for any way to bridge the slowly
deepening gap between him and a man he was indebted to, while the
Russian in him was deeply suspicious of the seemingly innocent
question. 'Why do you wish to know?'
Baker shrugged, pushing aside the barbed and heavily
cautious remark. 'Just curious, I have yet to see anything other than
bodies in hazmat suits and razor edged cutting disks. No offices or
machinery, and this place is too big to fit any civilian purpose.'
Fadei's eyes darted left and right behind the clear reinforced lenses
of his respirator as he furiously thought of a plausible answer to
give Baker.
Baker's stance said it all, as he watched the pale
watery green eyes in front of him. Nodding he sighed and slowly let
Fadei off his self made hook. 'This was a testing facility wasn't
it?'
Fadei nodded, his booted feet shuffling as he childishly
shifted from foot to foot; his pussy footing dance completely at odds
with his hulking persona.
He desperately wanted to let loose and spill all he
knew. He wanted to scream out that the plague ravaging the cargo
ship, Stalin's Wrath was Russia's fault. He wanted to bellow out that
his team had been tasked with the security and at the very last
second told to move out and stand down.
That “The Facility” as it was known, had
been set up to test pathogens and virus variants and one they had
been testing was this unknown strain of goodness-knows-what.
It had somehow gotten loose and was the reason that, as
far as Fadei knew, all his men now lay dead in the hallways of the
cavernous buildings.
His men who had been ripped limb from limb by the
carnivorous twisted psychotic beings now inhabiting the halls of the
once
throat mike.
'Cherry, you there mate? You ain't going to believe what
we found.'
Reaching into a pouch on his vest, Fadei produced a
small black cylinder and with some semblance of reverence handed the
object to Baker. Glancing down at the proffered canister, Baker for
a second seemed puzzled for a second as he gazed at the seamless
black object.
'I, like you, care for my fellow soldiers Baker. I know
for a fact it would haunt you for the rest of your days if you left
him here like this. Take it and give him an honourable end. Do not
let him end up like my men.'
Baker's eyes snapped back to Fadei's as the Russian
finished his sentence, the unspoken question spinning between them
like a top at the sudden blossoming mutual respect. Nodding his
thanks, Baker took the grenade and pulled the pin. He set the rapidly
heating metal cylinder on his commander's chest as he pulled
Pottergate's dog tags free and stood back. The bright, heat soaked,
flash of the grenade illuminated the two men casting seven foot long
shadows across the concrete walls of the hall. A dull hiss issued
forth as the phosphorus ignited and spilled out over Pottergate's
bloodied corpse.
The thickening glow of white phosphorus spread out from
the grenade like a mist, Pottergate's sallow blue tinged skin began
to blister and bubble as the superheated mixture began to slowly
consume all it touched. Within the first few seconds deep rents had
begun to form in the rapidly charring corpse, the skin shrinking back
even as the white phosphorus ate away at it, revealing the still pink
flesh beneath. The old soldier's uniform began smoking, bursting into
flame as it reached its flashpoint lending a sense of Nordic honour
to an untimely end.
Baker stood and stared, the flash resistant lenses of
his gas mask shielding his eyes from the vicious glow of the
phosphorus.
It was for Baker, the longest ninety seconds of his life
as he gazed upon the impromptu funeral pyre of the man who had for
the past nine years been the closest thing to a father Baker had ever
known. Turning Baker walked deeper into the cavernous hall, his
booted feet echoing off the flat surface of the walls. 'What did they
do here?'
Fadei was silent for several seconds as he pondered the
answer. The soldier in him looking for any way to bridge the slowly
deepening gap between him and a man he was indebted to, while the
Russian in him was deeply suspicious of the seemingly innocent
question. 'Why do you wish to know?'
Baker shrugged, pushing aside the barbed and heavily
cautious remark. 'Just curious, I have yet to see anything other than
bodies in hazmat suits and razor edged cutting disks. No offices or
machinery, and this place is too big to fit any civilian purpose.'
Fadei's eyes darted left and right behind the clear reinforced lenses
of his respirator as he furiously thought of a plausible answer to
give Baker.
Baker's stance said it all, as he watched the pale
watery green eyes in front of him. Nodding he sighed and slowly let
Fadei off his self made hook. 'This was a testing facility wasn't
it?'
Fadei nodded, his booted feet shuffling as he childishly
shifted from foot to foot; his pussy footing dance completely at odds
with his hulking persona.
He desperately wanted to let loose and spill all he
knew. He wanted to scream out that the plague ravaging the cargo
ship, Stalin's Wrath was Russia's fault. He wanted to bellow out that
his team had been tasked with the security and at the very last
second told to move out and stand down.
That “The Facility” as it was known, had
been set up to test pathogens and virus variants and one they had
been testing was this unknown strain of goodness-knows-what.
It had somehow gotten loose and was the reason that, as
far as Fadei knew, all his men now lay dead in the hallways of the
cavernous buildings.
His men who had been ripped limb from limb by the
carnivorous twisted psychotic beings now inhabiting the halls of the
once
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