OOC: Good to be back.
Time passed slowly, yet, what was time? Eternal. It held little meaning to him. His death was certain, only the date and time weren’t set yet. As such he did not feel any need to hurry. He was careful, might have been overly careful, who was he to tell, nothing but a mere tool he was. Still, though time meant little it still mattered in the general scale of things, he had to gather as much information as possible before the rest of the Nightstalkers arrive even though he did not manage any radio contact with them since his entry to the compound. His last message was short but carried with it exactly the information that was needed, "Odin from Fenris, infiltration commencing, entering objective." He said it in his rigid voice. Since then, silence, only silence accompanied him, no radio contact was heard.
The entry itself was simple, not too difficult, two dead, none of import, both hidden in some unknown cellar, probably never to be found, their loved ones will mourn yet time will wash away their pain, pain makes us stronger, nothing ever motivated human kind more than the prospect and suggestion of pain. He allowed himself a bitter smile as the thought passed his mind. Another body, another candle blown, when the end comes only the strongest will stand against the coming darkness, each of their life candles will shine a hundred times stronger than those who were weak enough to be extinguished now. Still, all of this mattered little. Guards dead, nobody to stop him, he had some time to breach the defenses and enter the compound undetected, it would be some time until a team would come looking for some missing guards.
The hallways stretched on, every twist and turn looking the same as the previous, to any untrained mind it would've seemed like walking in circles yet Fenris knew better, Pyoter could see the slight differences, he could taste the air, each turn had a different taste, some reeked with a putrid stench, other smelled of chemicals, while others still carried no smell at all except that of the human beast. Even though he traversed the halls easily he was not alone, the occasional patrol passed, their pattern soon revealing itself to Fenris, he learned to anticipate their coming, understanding their timing after a few encounters. He was one with shadow, they could not see him yet they weren’t stupid, some of them were trained, not just petty guards... They could feel something was amiss, yet they could not put their hand on it. Some turned their heads staring at Fenris though never seeing him, others doubled back as if forgetting something in a desperate attempt to scare him out. They felt something was off... They truly did... For that, he admired them. After all, death is one's most ardent admirer...
He pressed on, each meeting unfolding in the same way, a look back, a turn around, a sigh, a small chat... Pressing on. Nothing to see. His contact lens were removed, his eyes shining in their pitch black color, like oil they flowed, thick, to meet his stare was to be ensnared in madness and death, like looking into a bottomless void, inhuman they told him... They might've been right. He kept following the guards, trailing behind them or above them, at some points even below them, he never lost sight, he always kept on. His prey was waiting, luring him to the nest, to his reward.
Trooper Jack was patrolling the walkways again, such heights did nothing but strike fear into him, feeling his guts churning at the mere prospect of going higher up the walkways. He always got the worst duties, cleaning, cooking, god damn near mountain climbing at this heights. If that was not enough he was quickly developing a terrible case of vertigo. With nobody but himself and the railing to hold on he clung to the railing like it was his dearest most trusted friend, he would never let it go...
He kept going up, he could see the distant forms of other guards patrolling the ground below, the stairs were coming to an end, soon enough he would reach the most terrible of all things, the damn bridge which connected to two sides of the room. It was a narrow bridge which hung above the ground, it was made of steel, each step on it like a bullet coming out the barrel, each step a roar against the deathly silence, two railings encased the small piece of metal. Again, he had to clung on to his dear life with the help of these railings. His assault rifle, which was loosely strapped to him and held in his left hand until now was swung back, it now lay against his back, the both of his hands grabbing the iron corroding railing instead. Step by step he moved on.
Step, step, the sound of metal hammering his eardrums like a battlefleet. Step, step, looking down he saw the great distance from which he will fall if he stumbled. Step, step, he saw the other side of the tiny bridged, even though it hung meters in the air it still seemed like an isle of safety compared to that. Step, step, in each step he cursed himself for ever signing with the ACS in the first place. Step, step, a shadow... A slight tug... Sweat... Fear... Air...
Fenris watched from below as the guard patrolled the walkway and bridge above, it proved to be the quickest way to the other side of the room, the safest way. With catlike reflexes he leapet up the stairs, each leap carrying him several steps higher yet making no sound at all when he landed, he was quickly gaining on the guard, his acute senses feeling his fear and confusion, his muscles tense as each step carried him closer to his prey.
The guard began walking the bridge. Fenris followed from below, leaping from a rust covered iron railing he grabbed the metal bars underneath the bridge at swung himself after the guard like a monkey, each passing was timed with the guards footsteps, he made no sound as he slowly gained on his unwary victim. Swinging himself he gained some momentum and then swung himself upwards, carefully landing on the metal tiles like a jaguar in the jungle. He quickly jumped up on the railing and began walking on it, making no sound as he passed on the smoother bit of metal, his feet did not force the metal of the bridge downwards in large thuds. A small miscalculation brought him to near discovery. As the guard kept walking Fenris' shadow spread across the metal bridge, he failed to notice the lamp behind him, an amateur mistake, one which would cost him a life, though not his own...
He jumped off the railing towards the guard grabbing him from behind by his own weapon's belt which was strapped to his back as he held both railings, it was clear from his scent that he feared heights. Pulling the weapon's belt stronger he halted the guard and made any effort to struggle out fruitless, slowly he pulled the guard to him. He shall be a sign, for friend and foe. A quick push and the guard was bent across the railing, all air removed from his lungs as his body crashed into the metal rail. A rope. The guard's weapon's belt was tightly wrapped around his neck. The sound of metal against metal, the assault rifle secured between the railing and the bridge so it wouldn’t detach. A push. The man flipped, bones stretching, tearing, snapping... The guard, his neck snapped lay like a hunk of meat from a rack in the slaughterhouse, his body slowly growing stiff, the life seeping away from his lungs.
Breath in... Breath out... Breath in... Breath out... Breath in... Nothing to breath out...
Fenris kept moving onwards, exploring the facility, it seemed that at least their intel was correct, most of what he remembered seeing in the schematic was exactly in its place, he was making his way down from the fourth floor, nothing of interest on the roof, just another corpse, slowly growing stiff in the harsh cold wind... One less lookout to be concerned about. His blades were still unblooded. He began making his way downwards, passing by the hanging guard, muttering an hello as he passed by, you should not ignore the dead...
It was time to patrol the basement, a maze of pipes, air ducts and narrow paths. Patrols were common in these parts, logically were defense was tight something was guarded, but why focus most of the defense in this part, what was so important about the subbasement? Good question, one which he intended answering.
Pyoter kept moving, he did not know what he was searching for but the maze lent him purpose, even if it was only the exploration of his surroundings and their mapping. He passed several rooms none of which held any interest to him. He kept walking onwards, he felt as if he was familiar with the paths themselves, like he traveled them many many times. It was dark, only small lamps on the side of the crumbling concrete walls gave out a dim light. Suddenly an irregular movement, none should be coming from that direction, he heard and felt before seeing, he was about to turn a corner, he had no time to stop or go anywhere else.
Bloody work it shall be, close quarter. He turned and bumped into two guards, a terrified look was on their face as they saw they very devil in front of them, scarred and pale with black eyes which shone with murderous glee or was it madness? The guard was trained, even well trained, still, it was not enough. Like a gust of wind Fenris's fist shot at the closest of the guards. All air drained from the guards lungs before he could speak or scream, another quicker than the eye move and an elbow connected with the guards face. The sound of cracking bone was heard and the guard spun around himself and fell to the ground, confused and stunned.
Before Fenris could turn to face the other guard a blow rocked his body and he was sent reeling backwards. The taste of blood filled his mouth, a split lip, the metallic taste of blood, invigorating, sweet... His tongue shot out and took in the blood from the wound, more blood quickly flowed out yet he did not care, he turned to the guard who was moving backwards with fright from this inhuman monstrocity. Fenris could see his blood on the man's assault rifle where he hit him in the face. He spat out blood, the combined blood and mucus landing on the stunned guard below. The guard cocked his weapon, he aimed at Fenris, he never did change the safety swith to single or auto, it meant that fenris had plenty of time before the guard would fire at him.
A knife flashed, the shrilling of metal cutting air, the thud of steel against flesh, the cry of pain. The guard dropped on one knee as the knife burried itself in his left leg, cutting through muscle and tendons. Before the guard could make another move Fenris's knee connected with his face, teeth spattered on the floor, a clenched fist hit the guard's temple, knocking him out cold.
Fenris stood up, dropping the guard back to the floor, he still had to deal with the stunned guard, looking back he cursed, he saw the guard slowly crawling away nearly making it past the corner already. Several quick strides quickly brought him to the crawling guard, with cold as the grave hands he grabbed the guard by the throat, pulling him up with inhuman strength. The man struggeled to breath as he was lifted from the ground. With brute force the scout slammed the guard against the wall once, twice, thrice... The guard passed out yet Fenris kept going, crushing bone, destroying it with his relentless assault against the wall. Even if the man survived he would never ever walk again, his spinal cord was shattered. Openning a nearby door he hurled the guards body inside. He turned his attention to the unconcious guard he left, blood was dripping from his mouth between broken and missing teeth, his shirt was slowly soaking with it. With merciless apathy he stepped on the guards neck, crushing his windpipe emotionlessly...
Another body was hurled into what Fenris now saw was a boiler room, two more lives were added to the depthless pit of death, two more candles extinguished. He knew that the day would come when only a few candles will remain lit, he knew that those will be the stongest of them all, shining so bright that they might banish the darkness that engulfed them, but until than... He will play his part, the extinguisher flame, bringer of the cold... The memory of their death already left his mind as he stepped out of the room. They were nothing but the dust of past.
Keeping his pace quick Fenris passed more and more rooms until he reached some room of interest, a noise was coming out, human noise, the sound of struggle and strain. Silent as the grave he opened the door, a single soul was revealed, it was struggling to fix some machinery and to reconnect some pipes that seem to have burst or just gone out of their correct placement. It cursed, it seemed that it was a creature which was capable of basic understanding of machinery and thought. More than he could say for the now dead guards.
The man wore black working trousers with a white robe, a classical scientist look, as if to approve of his remark he spotted a card dangling from the man's trousers, a name was written on it, Dr. M. Smith. It seemed like a keycard, something very valuable to Fenris.
Death stirred, yet he knew that it was not the man's time yet. He will only grant him soothing sleep today. Words erupted from Fenris' mouth, they were cold as if the grave itself opened up and spoke, emotionless, merciless, cruel... "The card, it will be taken, do not look at me, to stare is to die." The man was soiling himself with fear. Disgusting creatures, not even having the ability to defend themselves, he would need to be reminded next time when it came to killing unarmed personnel, they weren’t worth the air they breathed, none should've been spared. A quick pounce brought Pyoter's palm to the back of the scientist's head, momentum carried him forward and smashed the man’s forehead into one of the pipes, a concussion probably, brain damage, maybe even amnesia, it wasn’t a light hit, yet he did him a favor, none wanted to remember moments of shame, none wanted to remember death. The man fell, unconscious yet still breathing. Fenris took the card and like a shadow he melted into the surroundings. He saw the markings on the card, he understood its purpose, now a door had to be found.
It could be in the higher sections, there were no places to build secret entries, the only option was underground, the subbasements, might even be lower, they did not know if there was a underground complex here, the satellite couldnt penetrate that deep. Yes, it was the only option, the door had to be here.
Fenris moved silently through the underground, he stalked the subbasement studying it, inside and outside, after he passed each and every room five times, might've been even more he finally found the door, a slit in the wall lit up as he passed by, it seemed that the card was proximity based, it led to the secret's downfall. Gaining access Fenris strode inside yet what he found there was beyond his wildest guesses, something so important that it had to be delivered to odin immidiatly, so grand it was that even Fenris did not manage to stay even and emotionless after it's discovery... Pricless information that was. His heart skipped a bit as he stepped out of the hidden doorway.
"Fenris to Odin." Simple words with the promise of grand meanings.
I see in colors, can only smell in grey,
Blinded by light, I drown in dismay.