Verdict War: Prologue
Author's notes: I decided to post this story as a series using the topic system on Art Street/Medibang. WARNING: Foul language and violence/blood
Prologue:
"Echo one one nine three, this is Bravo One. I've got the package. I'm under heavy fire, I need back-up, now! I repeat, I need support!"
"None is available, you're on your own for now. You need to get to the evac location."
I grumbled in anger, "What the hell happened, where's the rest of Bravo team?"
"T-they're K.I.A. we're so sorry Aizuma."
"Shit," I sighed, "I'm heading out."
The sound of shouting and gunshots followed me as I ran to the nearest vehicle. I broke the driver side window and reached my arm through to let myself in. The truck was slightly hard to start, and the rain of bullets wasn't making it any easier.
"Fuck, come on. Come on! Start!" I took my forty-five pistol out and returned fire, trying to get somewhat of a break. The truck finally started when I tried again and I slammed it in gear. The tires screeched as I peeled out onto the road.
I waited until I got a bit further away from the shooting before I radioed headquarters again.
"I'm in an unmarked truck, eta twenty minu--Gah!" The trucked served to the left and flipped over as a bullet went through my ear, grazing the right side of my face.
I had just regained conscious when I could barely see someone walking up to the flipped vehicle.
"You should have stayed out of my business Aizu."
"I-Ifra-" *Click*
Shit, I'm done for.
*Bang!*
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Post story notes: Hello and thank you for reading. Now, this isn't the final print so, please, feel free to fill me in on any edits I may need to make or any suggestions. I am also currently hosting a contest in which the top three winners will have a chance to have their art in the story. Go check out WIP (Trying New Things #1) Contest Opening Art for contest details. And as always, I love to chat and answer questions, so feel free to ask or chat!
Prologue:
"Echo one one nine three, this is Bravo One. I've got the package. I'm under heavy fire, I need back-up, now! I repeat, I need support!"
"None is available, you're on your own for now. You need to get to the evac location."
I grumbled in anger, "What the hell happened, where's the rest of Bravo team?"
"T-they're K.I.A. we're so sorry Aizuma."
"Shit," I sighed, "I'm heading out."
The sound of shouting and gunshots followed me as I ran to the nearest vehicle. I broke the driver side window and reached my arm through to let myself in. The truck was slightly hard to start, and the rain of bullets wasn't making it any easier.
"Fuck, come on. Come on! Start!" I took my forty-five pistol out and returned fire, trying to get somewhat of a break. The truck finally started when I tried again and I slammed it in gear. The tires screeched as I peeled out onto the road.
I waited until I got a bit further away from the shooting before I radioed headquarters again.
"I'm in an unmarked truck, eta twenty minu--Gah!" The trucked served to the left and flipped over as a bullet went through my ear, grazing the right side of my face.
I had just regained conscious when I could barely see someone walking up to the flipped vehicle.
"You should have stayed out of my business Aizu."
"I-Ifra-" *Click*
Shit, I'm done for.
*Bang!*
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Post story notes: Hello and thank you for reading. Now, this isn't the final print so, please, feel free to fill me in on any edits I may need to make or any suggestions. I am also currently hosting a contest in which the top three winners will have a chance to have their art in the story. Go check out WIP (Trying New Things #1) Contest Opening Art for contest details. And as always, I love to chat and answer questions, so feel free to ask or chat!
