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| Forgotten Squad Book 2: Fall of Syndicate; Book 2 is out! This is the squel to the first book. Hope you guys will enjoy this as much as I will enjoy writing it. | |
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| Spwilhelm | Nov 19 2013, 08:17 PM Post #1 |
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[The Forgotten Squad Book 2: Fall of Syndicate] [Introduction] ERTF fell, burned to the ground, a failed project. Just a group of thugs thinking they can take over the world. They were weak. But in their ashes, Syndicate rose. Within two months Syndicate took over two states and destroyed three of our bases. Black uniformed soldiers took over everything. Shot our soldiers, looted our bases of everything. Striker Squad is one of the only remaining elite team in the military. We are given an objective. Eliminate Syndicate. No matter what it takes. I gear up. I’m striking a major Syndicate base, alone. Leave no witnesses. Just get in, get information, and get out. Yeah. When has that ever worked? I walk slowly to avoid my boots crunching in the leaves. With my silenced pistol out, silenced ACR on my back, and knife in it's sheath. Reaching the entrance to the base, I see only one guard posted at the gate. I sneak up behind him, unsheathe my knife, and stab him right in the heard, covering his mouth with my hand so he cannot scream, then drag him behind a bush. I head back to the entrance and dash through, hoping no one saw me, and judging by the lack of sirens. No one did. I pull out my pistol and hold it over my knife. Coming up to the first door, I press against the right side of it and slowly open it. I take a glace down the hallway I now opened, empty. Walking through the door I put up my pistol in case someone turns the corner and finds me I can just put a bullet through his or her head. And sure enough, one does. A man, holding two coffee cups, rounds the corner, and stops dead in his tracks, staring at me. He looks at the alarm button to the left of him, then back to me, then back to the button, then back to me. He starts toward the button so I shoot him. And his body falls towards the button. ‘Oh no…’ His body hits the button and I rush towards the communication center, alarms blaring around me as I run. I hear boots stomping on the ground in the hallway to my left. Pulling out a smoke grenade I throw it down the hallway, watching it bounce off the wall and explode in the middle of the Syndicate troops. Rushing into the hallway I stab the first soldier I see and shoot five more. A couple of minutes and a lot of shooting later I make it to the communications center, writing down transmission frequencies and decoder system. Now all I have to do is get out of here alive. I put away my pistol and knife and pull my ACR off my back. As I walk out of the communications center I am met by two guards, whipping my gun up I shoot three bullets into each guard’s chest. I weave through hallways and rooms with nothing in them until I find an exit. Kicking down the door to the outside I rush for the entrance, gunfire all around me. Making it past the gate I take a sharp left and hide behind some bushes. I see a search team nearing the gate and walk towards the main road slowly, making it to the vehicle that takes me back to our base. [Thirty minutes later] “Kekka you made it back in one piece! We didn’t think a one man team could do what you just did, but here you are!” Josipa says. “Yeah, I don’t know how I got out of there myself.” I say. I set the paper I wrote the information on the table. “These are the transmission frequencies and decoder for the messages.” I say. “Good, you got them. I think that’s a mission well done!” Josipa says, with murmurs from the rest confirming it. “Now if you guys don’t mind I’m going to sleep. Goodnight everyone.” “Night Kekka.” Heading back to my quarters I flop down onto the bed and almost instantly fall asleep. [End of Introduction] Edited by Spwilhelm, Dec 2 2013, 09:35 AM.
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The many links to the Parts and Books of The Forgotten Squad series below. The Forgotten Squad Book 1 Part 1: http://w11.zetaboards.com/RBLX_Bookwriter_club/topic/8020410/1/?x=0#post8081036 The Forgotten Squad Book 1 Part 2: http://w11.zetaboards.com/RBLX_Bookwriter_club/topic/8655777/1/#new ***NEW*** The Forgotten Squad Book 2: Fall of Syndicate: http://w11.zetaboards.com/RBLX_Bookwriter_club/topic/9615685/1/#poll438680 | |
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