The pair wadded through the sludge of the sewers slowly. Dealing with Gangers, Cultists and Mutties had worn thin on both of them, but Annie reminded Walker that they were closing in on the target. As she inspected a hand held GPS her eyes narrowed. Wordlessly, she showed the display to Walker. He nodded and began checking the ammo situation, loading his rifle with a fresh clip. Annie packed away the GPS and took out a pair of semi-automatice Berrettas. Walker listened for a moment, and finally could hear the sound of jack boots walking on metal grating. This was it.
"Objective, Sir?"
"Heritage Front," Walker simply stated. "Everythin's a target, unless we can identify it as a hostage. Really ain't too concerned 'bout the Fed's policy on capture. It always did seem more like catch an' release." Annie nodded in reply and the pair continued forward again. Walker eased open a door, staying back to the shadows. And there they saw it. It looked like hundreds were packed into one of the large junction stations of the sewers.
"Question, Sir?"
"Go 'head."
"Why is it every organization such as the Heritage Front deems it necessary to pack themselves into a mudhole like the sewers?"
Walker smirked underneath the mask. "Ain't no tellin' in the mind o' a buncha Nazis like these." He looked over to her for a moment. "All set, Annie."
"Affirmative, Sir."
The waiting was over, they could watch the jack boots walk all they wanted to. Each one was merely a target in the grand scheme. Join the Heritage Front, here's your bullseye. Walker started the volley off, taking the group by surprise as he ran for cover inside the room. Six fell to the floor, only one from serious injury. The others, well, there was no need to worry about the other five anymore. As the agents began shouting, grabbing weapons and searching the area where Walker dove to, a second volley from a pair of pistols took down six more.
Annie ran into the middle of the room, firing at random targets, dodging with a cat like grace, and lashing out at anyone nearby. She took up position in another secure spot of the room. And Walker and Annie had them right where they wanted them.
The first step was achieving a secure location in the room, and that was by utilizing the element of surprise. Thus, Walker's action. The second step was confusion. As the soldiers attention was taken by Walker, this allowed Annie to attack and find cover. Now there were two targets. And the soldiers could think all they wanted to about there being a third and a fourth. But with the positioning Walker and Annie had placed themselves, the Heritage Front soldiers were now caught in a crossfire. In the centre of the room, the only cover they had was the bodies of their comrades as they fell to the ground. And once the barrage was done, there was one hundred dead and wounded laying on the ground.
Walker only needed one anyway.
The pair left the security of their positions and found one soldiers crawling along the metal grating. Walker grabbed him by the back of the jacket and flipped him over. The soldier cried out in pain as he was manhandled. "Sorry, son," Walker said in a gruff drawl. "But I ain't one ta 'pologize fer droppin' the hammer on the likes o' you. Now, boy, what gives? Ya goin' through my sector. Why all the ordinance?"
"...escorting...escorting Haupt.. Hauptmann..." The soldier coughed and spat up blood. The look in Walker's eyes told the soldier to elaborate. "Hauptmann...Yar'ow."
Walker looked back to Annie. They'd heard the name before, a very familiar one indeed. An elven vampire who came to Earth from another plane of exsistance. And they knew it, because they helped bring it here. "What ya make o' it, Annie?"
"Only one way to find out, Sir," she stated as she looked to Walker. He nodded in silent reply. Walker knew what had to be done. Search and destroy. Because if the rumours were true, Hauptmann Yar'ow was more dangerous than any Heritage Front Undead before her.
He moved on quickly as Annie looked to the soldier. Wordlessly, she took up one Berretta and placed a slug between his eyes before following Walker.
"Objective, Sir?"
"Heritage Front," Walker simply stated. "Everythin's a target, unless we can identify it as a hostage. Really ain't too concerned 'bout the Fed's policy on capture. It always did seem more like catch an' release." Annie nodded in reply and the pair continued forward again. Walker eased open a door, staying back to the shadows. And there they saw it. It looked like hundreds were packed into one of the large junction stations of the sewers.
"Question, Sir?"
"Go 'head."
"Why is it every organization such as the Heritage Front deems it necessary to pack themselves into a mudhole like the sewers?"
Walker smirked underneath the mask. "Ain't no tellin' in the mind o' a buncha Nazis like these." He looked over to her for a moment. "All set, Annie."
"Affirmative, Sir."
The waiting was over, they could watch the jack boots walk all they wanted to. Each one was merely a target in the grand scheme. Join the Heritage Front, here's your bullseye. Walker started the volley off, taking the group by surprise as he ran for cover inside the room. Six fell to the floor, only one from serious injury. The others, well, there was no need to worry about the other five anymore. As the agents began shouting, grabbing weapons and searching the area where Walker dove to, a second volley from a pair of pistols took down six more.
Annie ran into the middle of the room, firing at random targets, dodging with a cat like grace, and lashing out at anyone nearby. She took up position in another secure spot of the room. And Walker and Annie had them right where they wanted them.
The first step was achieving a secure location in the room, and that was by utilizing the element of surprise. Thus, Walker's action. The second step was confusion. As the soldiers attention was taken by Walker, this allowed Annie to attack and find cover. Now there were two targets. And the soldiers could think all they wanted to about there being a third and a fourth. But with the positioning Walker and Annie had placed themselves, the Heritage Front soldiers were now caught in a crossfire. In the centre of the room, the only cover they had was the bodies of their comrades as they fell to the ground. And once the barrage was done, there was one hundred dead and wounded laying on the ground.
Walker only needed one anyway.
The pair left the security of their positions and found one soldiers crawling along the metal grating. Walker grabbed him by the back of the jacket and flipped him over. The soldier cried out in pain as he was manhandled. "Sorry, son," Walker said in a gruff drawl. "But I ain't one ta 'pologize fer droppin' the hammer on the likes o' you. Now, boy, what gives? Ya goin' through my sector. Why all the ordinance?"
"...escorting...escorting Haupt.. Hauptmann..." The soldier coughed and spat up blood. The look in Walker's eyes told the soldier to elaborate. "Hauptmann...Yar'ow."
Walker looked back to Annie. They'd heard the name before, a very familiar one indeed. An elven vampire who came to Earth from another plane of exsistance. And they knew it, because they helped bring it here. "What ya make o' it, Annie?"
"Only one way to find out, Sir," she stated as she looked to Walker. He nodded in silent reply. Walker knew what had to be done. Search and destroy. Because if the rumours were true, Hauptmann Yar'ow was more dangerous than any Heritage Front Undead before her.
He moved on quickly as Annie looked to the soldier. Wordlessly, she took up one Berretta and placed a slug between his eyes before following Walker.
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