Hotshot - 6“Got everything packed?”Hotshot - 6 by ~CptDefault
I looked up. Rosanna was in the doorway to my room. She offered me a sad smile.
I didn't offer any response. I just continued sitting on my bed and looked back at the floor.
She came to sit next to me. The bed barely moved as she sat. It was a solid thing, not really made for comfort.
I could see her hand held out towards me, an offer for comfort perhaps.
I ignored it.
I thought I'd managed to avoid her attention when I felt her arms wrap around me.
“I don't blame you,” she quietly said to me. “No one blames you.”
“That's exactly it” I responded, raising my voice. I stood up, throwing her arms off me. “They're proud of me for doing it. Jealous, even.”
She sat there, stunned in the face of my anger.
“You should hate me,” I continued, quieting. I stared her in the eyes. “I deserve it.”
I could see something there. Pain.
“You really think it's as simple as that?” she as
Hotshot - 5Firetruck ran the last few meters to the window. He leapt through, Rosanna following immediately behind. Firetruck kept his shield facing out onto the street whilst Rosanna turned left to deal with the gunman behind the window.Hotshot - 5 by ~CptDefault
Two shots rang out. Luckily, our squad number held steady at three.
I didn't look at them, instead sprinting straight for the right hand window. I kept as low as possible, trusting the other two to draw our foes attention.
There was a shout of victory moments before I caught a faint flash of light. Rosanna had claimed her kill.
“I can't see him!” Firetruck shouted. There was a hint of desperation in his voice.
“Keep looking!” I replied. This really was all or nothing.
Another crack rang out. It was impossible to tell the direction through these helmets.
“Straight across from you!” Rosanna shouted as she sprinted off down the street. In the other direction. “Drawing his fire!” she shouted.
I saw him
Hotshot - 4Firetruck grabbed the unconscious girl and threw her over one shoulder. The rest of us drew and readied our weapons, before I lead the way down a street.Hotshot - 4 by ~CptDefault
I'd like to say there was some strategy to where I lead the team, but I just picked a direction at random at each intersection. We'd gone perhaps two hundred meters, around three or so of these turns, before we found a fence in front of us.
“Guess they want to make sure we don't go too far” Wolf noted.
“You're a genius, Wolf” I sarcastically replied. “Don't suppose you've noticed anywhere good to hole up?”
He stared at me for a second. Well, he looked vaguely in my direction. It was hard to tell more than that with the masks on.
“There was a good spot on the last corner” he stated, icily.
Whatever else you said about him, he had a talent for noticing defensible structures.
We moved back to the location he'd spotted and found what looked like a larger department store. Large glass windows
Hotshot - 3There was a nervous silence between Rosanna and I as we stood in the elevator. We'd been given sealed orders at breakfast, and they'd told us to gear up and proceed into the hive for our training exercise. It seemed odd; most of our training in the past had been in one of the specialised training rooms. Instead we were headed to an old and abandoned section of the hive.Hotshot - 3 by ~CptDefault
We'd had to go through the weapons station on the way out. There we'd traded our standard issue uniforms for full on combat gear. Each of us had been given a full suit of leather armour. It covered everything, with everything from built in gloves to a neck seal. We were carrying the helmets we'd been given, but we'd have to put them on sooner rather than later.
“It's not the most flattering stuff ever, is it?” commented Rosanna. I realised I'd been staring at her armour.
“Not at all” I replied. “Though you've come the closest I've seen to making it look good.”
That got a smile out of