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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 30, 2010 11:39:55 GMT -5
Earth
14th July 2452 Anna was laying out on a blanket in the small tent that her brothers had erected using a couple of bed sheets and their bunk beds. She was wearing the pink dress that her Mum had bought her for her birthday, which she hated for two reasons - it was pink, and it made it easier for...
Her brothers crawled into the tent, grins on their faces, and her hands immediately pushed the hem of her skirt down.
"Anna Banana," Lyle said while Ian lay next to her on the mat, "wanna play?"
Anna swallowed, her heart beating hard in her chest, but she didn't say a word.
"Good."
She felt Ian's hand, his thin fingers, trace up the soft skin on her thigh, and she tried desperately to stop her bottom lip from wobbling, staring up into the ceiling of the tent.
"There, there. This is supposed to be fun, remember?"
"Mmhmm," she managed weakly, her eyes scrunching closed as Ian's hand slipped under the hem of her dress.
Lyle's nose touched her hair, and Anna wrapped her arms around herself. He inhaled.
"Beautiful baby sister."
"Lyle," she whispered, then gasped, her eyes going wide. |
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 30, 2010 11:47:20 GMT -5
[/blockquote] Anna was crouched in the bush just outside a militant base in the dense jungle of Collonia, drenched in sweat, awaiting orders via her comms. A group of the best military officers had been flown in, under cover, by the government to arrest the members of the militant group and shut down their base. Anna’s six other team mates were hidden strategically around the base perimeter, waiting to pounce.
It had been her 21st birthday just yesterday, a corporal for only seven months, she’d excelled in any task she had been given, trained until she couldn’t no more and kept going; she didn’t know it yet, but she was the best they had.
“You have a go.”
Keeping low, Anna kept one hand on her gun in its holster, whilst nipping and ducking through the colourful plant life. She used a fallen trunk as a boost, leaping onto the roof in two or three easy strides. Reaching her entry point, she dropped through the sky light into a crouched position, looking up and down the corridor. A man emerged from a side corridor and was on the floor before he could even lay a finger on his gun. Good thing Anna had already set her gun to stun. She bound his hands and moved on.
It was the rest of the team’s job to round up the militants; Anna was supposed to take out power to the base. She followed the route she memorised, taking down anyone who got in her way, making sure they could be picked up and questioned later.
A siren started blaring, and Anna skidded to a halt, cursing. Now they knew they were here. She’d had to pick up the pace.
Two easy knock outs later and she was almost at her destination. The guard outside the power room was built like a tank, with good reason. Anna dodged three or four shots before jumping on the guy, pulling him to the ground. Unfortunately he got the upper hand, taking his iron fists to Anna’s face and ribs. She struggled beneath his grip, images of her brothers flashing through her mind, maybe this was it...
Like hell it was. No guy was ever going to hurt her again, she’d promised herself that.
Spitting blood in the guy’s eyes, she fought him off, grabbing his gun, pressing it between his eyes.
“Do it,” he growled.
Anna breathed heavily, keeping the pressure on the guy for a couple of moments more before knocking him out with the butt of the gun.
“Go to hell.”
Climbing to her feet, she ditched his gun and grabbed her own, entering the power room. Everything was simple from there.
“Job well done, Corporal.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“No casualties, mission accomplished. It’s what we’ve come to expect from you.”
“I always try to do my best, sir.”
“We’re well aware of that, Corporal. Get back to Earth, get cleaned up, take some R and R, you’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, Corporal.”
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