The radio crackled on the other side of the garage, drawing the attention of its late-night occupants. It fell silent for a moment, before unintelligible voices drifted over the air. Of the three Supernatural Custodians around the card table, it was Greg who spoke first. "Where are you receiving from?"
Hunter, to whom the radio belonged, as well as the garage they were playing cards in, laid down his hand and twisted his body around for a better look. "Anywhere on alert," he tossed the answer to the squad mates at the table behind him. "By the color of the light," he made a slight gesture across the room, a purple light atop the device, "it's Beijing." A tense silence followed as the voices began to clear through the static.
"-- Under heavy fire! Unit Four-Eight-Six requesting immediate support." There was a click and the radio fell silent and the light going out.
Hunter cursed and stood quickly. "What are you doing?" Greg asked, pushing himself to his feet after him.
"Beijing."
"Against orders?" A mix of amusement and disappointment was clear in Greg's voice. "We're on standby and you know that. Council orders," he added.
As Hunter opened his mouth, the radio crackled to life again, the light turning purple. "This is Unit Eight-Seven-Eight. We are taking heavy fire. Unit Eight-Seven-Eight requesti-" The speaker was interrupted as another voice cut in from a distance. "Fusion bomb incoming!" A moment of panic, then a roar that quickly overpowered the speakers, leaving only static. The purple light blinked, then went out.
Alyssa, the third SNC operative at the table, let out a curse. Hunter kicked his chair, forcing it into the table and sending cards floating down to the concrete. "That's the eighth city," he fumed. There was a loss for words that seemed to afflict the trio.
Something beeped across the room as Hunter's comms system was accessed. "This is Councilor Karabin, you and your squad are being activated. The EDI has a squad for you to lead."
Hunter, to whom the radio belonged, as well as the garage they were playing cards in, laid down his hand and twisted his body around for a better look. "Anywhere on alert," he tossed the answer to the squad mates at the table behind him. "By the color of the light," he made a slight gesture across the room, a purple light atop the device, "it's Beijing." A tense silence followed as the voices began to clear through the static.
"-- Under heavy fire! Unit Four-Eight-Six requesting immediate support." There was a click and the radio fell silent and the light going out.
Hunter cursed and stood quickly. "What are you doing?" Greg asked, pushing himself to his feet after him.
"Beijing."
"Against orders?" A mix of amusement and disappointment was clear in Greg's voice. "We're on standby and you know that. Council orders," he added.
As Hunter opened his mouth, the radio crackled to life again, the light turning purple. "This is Unit Eight-Seven-Eight. We are taking heavy fire. Unit Eight-Seven-Eight requesti-" The speaker was interrupted as another voice cut in from a distance. "Fusion bomb incoming!" A moment of panic, then a roar that quickly overpowered the speakers, leaving only static. The purple light blinked, then went out.
Alyssa, the third SNC operative at the table, let out a curse. Hunter kicked his chair, forcing it into the table and sending cards floating down to the concrete. "That's the eighth city," he fumed. There was a loss for words that seemed to afflict the trio.
Something beeped across the room as Hunter's comms system was accessed. "This is Councilor Karabin, you and your squad are being activated. The EDI has a squad for you to lead."
Artemis was in an area outside of Beijing when the fusion bomb hit. The EDI had been contacting him for a few days now, in an effort to convince him to work along side them. He had continuously rejected their offers and requests. But he didn't know the power of their attackers until the Beijing bombing.
"Just leave me alone, or so help me, I'll make you regret ever knowing my name." He growled at a group of EDI operatives sent to negotiate his collaboration with them. "Why would you need my help anyway? You have the whole world's military power at your disposal. If you can't handle some aliens, then what were you even created for?" He scoffed, turning toward the sight of the city in the distance and the commotion going on in it. In only a few moments it went from a beautiful city, to desolate wasteland. Some form of aircraft shot over his head, clearly breaking the sound barrier, dropping what seemed to be a bomb into the city. Falling from the ships below, it made a quick descent into the ground below, an instant reaction on impact. A giant wave of pressure shook the ground, absolutely leveling the whole area of buildings, sending debris soaring over the low lying buildings, colliding with some roofs, and creating a massive shockwave knocking even Artmeis off his feet. Turning toward the agents, he cleared his throat reproachfully. "When do I sign up?"
Derik Hope was stationed at one of ATLAS's bases on the outer perimeter of Berlin. He was informed about the imminent threat, and was informed to gear up and meet with some EDI operatives. He was prepared to meet his new squad, and fight his hardest no matter the consequences.
"Just leave me alone, or so help me, I'll make you regret ever knowing my name." He growled at a group of EDI operatives sent to negotiate his collaboration with them. "Why would you need my help anyway? You have the whole world's military power at your disposal. If you can't handle some aliens, then what were you even created for?" He scoffed, turning toward the sight of the city in the distance and the commotion going on in it. In only a few moments it went from a beautiful city, to desolate wasteland. Some form of aircraft shot over his head, clearly breaking the sound barrier, dropping what seemed to be a bomb into the city. Falling from the ships below, it made a quick descent into the ground below, an instant reaction on impact. A giant wave of pressure shook the ground, absolutely leveling the whole area of buildings, sending debris soaring over the low lying buildings, colliding with some roofs, and creating a massive shockwave knocking even Artmeis off his feet. Turning toward the agents, he cleared his throat reproachfully. "When do I sign up?"
Derik Hope was stationed at one of ATLAS's bases on the outer perimeter of Berlin. He was informed about the imminent threat, and was informed to gear up and meet with some EDI operatives. He was prepared to meet his new squad, and fight his hardest no matter the consequences.
"Looks like your pops doesn't trust us on our own," Hunter joked to Alyssa after the call was over. She rolled her eyes at him, but was clearly unhappy with being assigned non-SNC soldiers as well.
Greg reassured them, "give it a try. We don't know who these--" He trailed off as a humming noise quickly turned into a roar as an aircraft began landing nearby. "That was fast..."
Hunter huffed and walked over to a door and pressed the 'open' button, making the garage door shudder and raise. The noise eventually drowned out the quieting helicopter rotors. A scrawny, young man ran up the garage and saluted them before standing at attention. "Helicopter here to take you to HQ, Sir!" The young man shouted. It was obvious he had never been in battle before by the way he stood, and the way he spoke to superior ranking soldiers, and his innocent look.
"I bet we can beat that to HQ," Alyssa challenged with a glint in her eye.
At this hunter cracked a smile. "You're probably right," he answered. Greg shook his head and grinned.
They gathered their gear and prepared to head out to the coordinates set into their visors' HUD. It was a close call, but truly, the helicopter never stood a chance.
Greg reassured them, "give it a try. We don't know who these--" He trailed off as a humming noise quickly turned into a roar as an aircraft began landing nearby. "That was fast..."
Hunter huffed and walked over to a door and pressed the 'open' button, making the garage door shudder and raise. The noise eventually drowned out the quieting helicopter rotors. A scrawny, young man ran up the garage and saluted them before standing at attention. "Helicopter here to take you to HQ, Sir!" The young man shouted. It was obvious he had never been in battle before by the way he stood, and the way he spoke to superior ranking soldiers, and his innocent look.
"I bet we can beat that to HQ," Alyssa challenged with a glint in her eye.
At this hunter cracked a smile. "You're probably right," he answered. Greg shook his head and grinned.
They gathered their gear and prepared to head out to the coordinates set into their visors' HUD. It was a close call, but truly, the helicopter never stood a chance.
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