The Canal Zone
by: ]aW[outlaw*Torn, 10-21-99
In another world rages a war, a legacy of hate and
disgust. Two teams desperately fight for each others
flags. Now, lets journey deeper, into the world of
th...
"I NEED BACKUP DAMMIT!!" Damn. Two sentry guns and
a demo guarding the flag. I turned to Templar. Through
the mist of fading smoke, i shout to him, "I've got
the guns!! You take out that dem..." RATATATATATA. I
throw myself to the ground as the interrupting Heavy
Weapons guy unleashes a barrage of gattling gun fire.
The bullets rip through Templar tattering his flesh
into a mass of gore held together only by bloody
membrane. I watch horrified as his body slumps to its
knees and topples over. An unpinned MIRV rolls from
his corpse. The bomb dies and unleashes a firey
prologue of hell in the HW's face. What a way to go.
"DesertFox reporting." Our scout comes rushing in
beside me, out of breath but not out of determination.
"Bout damn time! I'll take out those sentries! take
the back route to the flag room." before i finish, Fox
is gone leaving only a cluster of caltrops behind him.
I rushed down the ramp and chucked two nail grenades
at the unsuspecting engineers. Then with a quick
precise strafe, two RPG's fly from my launcher and
turn the carefully crafted guns into scrap metal. I
survey the area, and instinct blares. I turn and run
into another HW Guy. "Shit."
"I've got the flag," barks Fox, "conc-ing up the
elevator shaft."
"Negative! There's a HW Gu.." Too late. His gun
winds up and screams. Its mouth spits foward a river
of hot lead. I reload and fire off a shot. "Eat this,
motherf..."
My eyes shut as I brace for the recoil. The world
is silent. I open my eys. To my shock I could see my
rocket half-way out of its launcher. I could see the
gattling gun's ammo suspended in the air. Fox's face
was horrifying. One hand held the flag while the other
primed his escape tool. His mouth scowled at the
attacker suspended in front of him. What the hell was
happening? One second ago, Fox and the HW Guy were
about to become frags, and the next, we were all
frozen in time. That's it! Had time stopped? My sight
went blurry and flickered. The word "loading" jumped
at me. WHAT THE HELL?!?!? What happened to me? Why am
I frozen?
Then, as if my movement was never imped, I stood,
if you can call it that, floating above a bridge. was
i dead? Pick your team? Now what is this!!! I choose
Red. How? I don't know i guess i thought it. I was
then prompted with a "class" selection. being the
soldier that i am, I chose my profession and appeared
in a Resupply room along with some teammmates.
"What the hell was that?!"
"I have no idea," replied Fox, "where are we?"
"Lets check it out then, exclaimed a living,
breathing NSane. I would even ask how he had survived
that.
"Well then, lets learn this territory and start
taking control of it. Fox, get those flags! Templar,
start with the defense. NSane, I'll follow you, lets
go teach those Blue scum a lesson....
And that concludes our journey inmto war. A war where
hate and paranoia meet fear and the paranormal. A
world of pointless territory control and command
center detpacks. That world is what we know as....The
Canal Zone....
©1999 - "]aW[outlaw*Torn" - All Rights Reserved
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