"Lukas!" Francis called and his team turned, only for him to shout not to break the formation apart. "Wait, it's us!"
"I know it's you!" Lukas yelled back, still not turning. "We pissed the monster off! I suggest you duck before we--" another five minutes, "--now, now!"Francis hit the deck but some of the soldiers reacted a second too late and got hit in the chests. Another loud whimper and the sound of clattering."Who are the dumb fucks who didn't duck?!" Lukas yelled in irritation as the domed arcade above was now replaced with the regular ceiling commonly found with the previous floors, but the pillars still persisted.Another five minutes, they opened fire again. The pillars disappeared and the nondescript ordinary walls replaced it. The corridor beyond was still shrouded in liquidous shadow."Soldiers, I think the bastard was now in front of us." Lukas calmly said. "Take aim." He ordered.They turned and raised their rifles at its dirThe Observatory Post simply known in the papers and maps of the 666IB as 'Golf-745' was larger than he expected. It was a telecommunications building purchased by the government from some company in the verge of bankruptcy, its services were only available to the civilians nearby for a good reason. The real purpose of the establishment laid hidden beneath the centimeters-thick floor of the OP and was only accessible to those who have proper clearances.It was midnight when they arrived at the building. Due to the disseminated news of a serial killer, the populace had retired to their bedrooms earlier and even the most wayward of people refused to go outside at this hour in fear of becoming the next in the headlines. The fabricated story came from within the walls of this building, and for Lukas, OP Golf-745 had done its job well in maintaining control of those within their area of jurisdiction.The story of a "serial killer" was created when the 666IB soldiers of the O
The moon was brighter than before as dusk drew closer. Lukas glanced at the twinkling stars for a few seconds, mesmerized by its beauty before his gaze went down to the mountains in the far horizon. He gradually developed an affinity for the night sky, which now started to comfort him. The night became a symbol for him that defined the world they lived in. He believed that as long as there are monsters around, the world will never see the light of the "true" day. It will always be shrouded in darkness, no matter what.Maybe, his military career had steeled his guts for every worse thing that the shadows threw at him. He sighed and wondered when will this end.The truck entered Kapalong City. Just like the area around Observatory Post Golf-745, the small city was asleep, save for a few policemen manning the checkpoints. As usual, the truck appeared like any other normal civilian vehicles in their eyes. It was stopped and the driver was asked where he was heading. He han
Another stack of gunmen appeared at the end of the street. Lukas realized that the syndicate members have little to no combat experience evidenced by their undisciplined behavior. Walking in the middle of an open territory was a dangerous practice. But for them, they are just easy pickings waiting to be dropped. He peeked around an old Toyota Corolla, rifle-first, and spotted the column approaching. He discharged a short burst at them. As soon as his target spun in place and dropped to the ground, he recoiled back to cover.They returned fire, the noise that thugs' weapons made echoed from one end of the street to another, discouraging any curious civilians to go out.He pointed at the hood of Toyota and Nagar already understood his superior's instruction. They moved quietly while Lukas dropped to his stomach and aimed his M-16 beneath the car, directed at the feet of the thugs. He fired steadily again, and a man hit the ground while clutching at his gunshot wound. Nag
A few minutes after they disembarked, Lukas was leading his small team again. The houses around looked more habitable than the ones near the port. Each homes have two floors; the glass sliding door behind the balustrade of the balconies of the upper floors were obscured with silk curtains from the inside.From their distance, he could hear the quiet hum of air conditioners running, which he paid no heed. They moved with haste and purpose, clearing each alleys and corners with the muzzles of their weapons. So far, they encountered no creatures of the night.But there was something in the air that he could not ignore. He let out a sigh as they moved across a crossroad. From his perspective, he could see moving shadows beyond, alerting him in an instant. He gestured at his team to stay vigilant.And as if on cue, the farthest team behind led by the Sergeant opened fire. Lukas wondered what caused the weapons discharge but his attention was caught by a nearby silhou
"The coast is clear!" Francis finally said. "Time is of the essence, go!"They moved once more; Lukas saw clusters of furred bodies everywhere and realized that there must be a nest here. The possibility of the entire subdivision being a nest crossed his mind, but he immediately banished it because it scared him. He started to doubt their survivality rate in this operation.They came across a rotunda with a marble fountain in the middle. Lukas held a fist up when he felt being watched from the shadows beyond. Paranoia grew in his mind as he turned to the darkened corners around, but Nagar's aim remained fixated at the fountain in the center.He followed his aim and noticed a person with no clothes on. It was hard to determine their gender or their features due to its blackened flesh, as if they had been incinerated for a long time. Lukas aimed but he dared not to approach the entity.It laughed, revealing a decaying teeth from its ashen mouth. And in an i
He aimed at the mansard-roofed porch and let out a sigh. He made a gesture in the air and the stack immediately complied as they made for the porch. The shadows on either side moved like fluid and Lukas knew that they were Aswangs lying in wait. He whirled swiftly and fired at the silhouette. A wet snap was heard followed by a cry. Nagar fired at the second Aswang behind Lukas, sending it back to the ground. The other soldiers eliminated the creatures without effort before they advanced towards the porch.Lukas, Nagar and Laurel approached the door with precaution. The superior of the three extracted a small pack of explosives from his belt. Lukas removed the adhesive covering and attached it on the door's surface before he pressed his back beside the left sidelight while Nagar and Laurel at the opposite side, out of the right sidelight's view. Laurel unpinned a grenade from his bandolier as the door exploded.When the wooden door fell from its frame, Laurel tossed the
He hit the ground with his armored back. Static washed across his display link and his electrocardiogram visibly spiked while the deity raised his sword with its blade pointed at him. The front door of the first floor opened, revealing Sergeant Alice and a handful of soldiers in her team. Lukas was horrified about what would happen next."No, not Alice." He spoke weakly. "Not Alice!" But he couldn't move in pain.Sitan received multiple bullets in his back as he stood and turned at the 666IB soldiers. He approached and struck at the soldier in Alice's right. The blood of her comrade sprayed onto her visor, obscuring it in red. The others retreated inside while the other few dragged her away from the rampaging deity.Lukas bared his teeth as he forced himself upright. The armor absorbed the brunt of the attack, he thought. He had gone through far worse, he thought. Sharp pains were sent across his ribs and right leg but he tried to fight them off as he looked at
It was good to be back.Lukas was exhausted. The previous operation had drained all of them both physically and mentally. All of them are quiet upon their return to Outpost Detachment Bravo and Lukas himself wasn't sure if the operation could be counted as a victory because of the casualties dealt on their part. If it was, it would have been a pyrrhic one.They have lost a lot, and to Lukas, he have lost his bestfriend whom he relied on many times, just as how he also relied on him. He swallowed, choking on the lump formed in his throat. For the most part, he couldn't feel anything but numbness in seemingly random intervals, because it would be sometimes replaced with the need to cry out loud as a form of mourning. As fast when it appeared, the urge would disappear, leaving him in numbness again.Maybe, his weeping could bring back something, but the dead will stay dead. There was nothing he could do.As the truck rolled to the garage, he immediately dise