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Into the Unknown	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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OOC: Not sure how I'm doing here. Lots of people reading but no one really telling me if it is good or if it truly suck, would be kinda nice to know. Please leave some notes for me to go by or something, anything, Beuller....

There were two types of soldiers in Alpha Protocol, just as there were two types of soldiers in every armed force. You had those that wanted to be there because they truly believed in the cause and would lay down their lives for it, and then you had those that joined because they needed a pay check. Occasionally you found a third type, that crazy guy that just liked to kill things but mostly you just found the first two.
Bryson was the first; he had been a part of Alpha Protocol for as long as he could remember. They had gone through several names through the years and even once had been mistaken for Cerberus. He had even worked with Cerberus on several occasions. They certainly shared a lot of the same beliefs and they had worked together several times. Alpha Protocol had only one goal and that was research in the name of humanity. For the longest time Cerberus funded most of their research but since the war Alpha Protocol was slowly pulling ahead of them. When Cerberus lost the Omega 4 relay members of AP quickly made sure they had the majority of hands in the development of travel through the relay.
They had agents everywhere, some in some very high places, and some in places that Bryson didn’t even know and it was better that way. He was a weapon, they pointed him in the direction they wanted him to go and he did his job and he was good at it.
He hated aliens, with a passion. They had been nothing but condescending egotistical bastards who had no trouble telling humans just how unimportant they were and then getting mad when humans did things to make things better. Human were not the only race that had secret organizations with the sole purpose of protecting their race. He knew there was a branch of Asari Commandos dedicated to do so for the Asari, the Curiosi was a branch of the Turian Forces dedicated to such as well, the Salarians had the STG.
He often curse Captain Shepard for coddling the other races, she had this annoying knack for treating everyone equal when they most certainly were not. Hell, the soldier had even married an Asari whore. As far as he was concerned she was a traitor to the Human race.
Now according to the records his people had gone through, he was hunting two Asari as well as two Turian and a human. He knew nothing about the human or the two Asari but he did know that the Turians were father and son and had fought in the war on Earth. That lent the two a little more credibility then the others. At this point he had decided they would get a quick death, a bullet in the head.
There were two things he hated and Calinth and it was the blasted heat, at least in this area, and the bugs. There were not many but they bit hard. He had traveled through several forest and been bitten by many things but the Arshwa fly bit hard and infected the bite with a toxin that made it feel as though the skin was falling off around it, it burn so sharply.
“I’m telling you Commander, that’s twice now I have come across indications that they may have a Krogan with them”
His young tracker Private Jenssen was perhaps one of the best he had ever worked with and he had worked with quite a few. The young man had grown up on the Bayous of Louisiana hunting with his “pappy and grand pappy”. He had that typical accent that was a cross between Indian and French but he had worked hard to master English to be understandable, he had done well.
Unfortunately the young man was joined for the pay check, however in saying that he was one of the few that was loyal to the unit, and a damn good tracker.
“There was no record of a Krogan on the list, you sure it’s not just something native?”
“It could be, but it is big and heavy,”
“Could be a Ronian?” Bryson asked. One of the others answered a female. Bryson looked to her. She was a pretty girl for the whole tom boy look. He was not one of those people that found women in armour attractive. She had cut her red hair short and had it combed back and had freckles along the bridge of her nose, which was probably why the rest of the unit called her Freckles, soldiers were simple minded like that. She was also a gun for hire.
“No, there are no Ronians in this area, Commander, not for miles, this is Karthin territory,” Freckles continued, “Although, it could be one of several of the large creatures in this area. Bipedal, three toes, could be the wedgit.”
“Could it be following them?” Jenssen asked.
“If it was it would have caught them by now, it’s not one for stalking and waiting. It smells prey, it usually just attacks,” Bryson said.
“Could be it caught their scent long after they past, it is said to be a great tracker. Or they could have lost it somehow” Freckles speculated.
“We won’t know until we find them,” the Commander said, indicating it was time to move on. They continued to follow the lead that Jenssen made for them. He could hear the young man commenting.
“I still say it’s Krogan.” He mumbled to Freckles as they moved ahead. For a split second Bryson thought of just knocking the kid into tomorrow. Instead he gripped his assault rifle tighter and continued on.
They were just coming close to a clearing, with the thinning of trees. He looked back to the other eight men behind him keeping up. He was never one to underestimate an enemy and Turian were formidable foes all on their own add in the two Asari and the unknown human and anything could happen. He had brought his ten best men, and women.
“I think I hear something,” Jenssen said ducking down lowly and bringing his rifle up. The others followed suit. Bryson strained his ears but heard nothing.
“What did it sound like?” He whispered.
“Some sort of,”
Then he heard the feminine grunt and the sounds of a struggle up ahead. He smiled slightly, it had been a wedgit. He was about to signal to his men to move out quickly when he heard a bit of a squeal.
“What the hell is that?” He asked.
“That didn’t sound right.” Jenssen said as he looked up at the last minute only to get crushed by something large and furry.
“Holy fuck,” Bryson shouted but before he could do anything the creature’s massive paw racked a path through his face, leaving three long read trails. The creature didn’t stop there grabbing another soldier and almost ripping him in two.
“What the fuck,” Freckles said at the same time and opened fire, she had been the expert in the creatures from this area and she was more than certain that wedgit did not fly. The problem was that they were extremely strong, stronger then the bears from earth and twice the size and had the added bonus of opposable thumbs so they could grab people, sort of what this one was doing now as their bullets just seemed to piss it off.
The Commander remained on his feet despite the fact that his face was a mess and he was bleeding all over the place. The remaining soldiers split up and worked to surround the beast.
“Don’t let it escape,” Bryson shouted, this fucking beast had made it personal and it was going down or they would die trying. Not only that but when he found out which one of those fucking survivors had biotics he would make them pay for days and days.
Freckles dropped her useless assault rifle to the ground and brought out Felix, her shot gun. It had been her fathers before her and she used slugs for occasions such as this, or for the occasional Krogan. It always came in handy. While the wedgit tore apart another soldier she stood over Janssen’s unconscious form and fired twice, hitting it in the head and shoulder, then quickly brought the gun down for the reload.
The beast staggered and made a deep whiney noise as it tried now to get away. It stumbled back into the forest.
“Oh no you don’t,” Bryson shouted following and pulling out his knife and using it to cut the back of the knee out from under the giant. It fell to all fours trying to crawl away. Bryson climbed to its back and plunged the knife deep into the creature’s neck, holding on for dear life as it tried to shake him by slamming into trees. Freckles followed as she finished reloading and fired twice more. The creature crashed completely and slid another foot or two.
It was quiet for a few moments as everyone came to grips with what just happened. “Commander?” she asked and approached the beast.
“What the fuck, Freckles?” He asked raising his hand to his face.
“Medic,” she shouted and looked around hoping Thompson had not been ripped apart.
“Jenssen?” Bryson asked.
“Alive but unconscious that thing landed on him so I would be surprised if there was no internal damage.” Freckles said as an older bald man ran up and looked to the Commander.
“Well shit,” He said and kneeled down to reach into his pack; he ripped open some medigel and slapped it on the Commanders injuries, “Well this is going to make you prettier,” he said with a smile. They both knew if anyone else had made the comment they would have been dead, but Thompson and Bryson had been together for a long while. Thompson was also one of the ones that was here because he believed.
Bryson simply grunted as the man wrapped his head and left eye in a bandage. “That’s going to take a bit to heal.”
“We don’t have a bit,” Bryson said angry. “Wake the kid up, we’ll come back for the rest later,” He said waving at the three dead soldiers. They were far too close to the survivors to turn back now, that and he wanted revenge so bad he could taste it.
He bent down beside Thompson and Freckles as they revived the tracker. The young man woke up screaming.
“Calm down, it’s gone.” Bryson said.
“Where the hell, what?” Jenssen said looking around.
“One of those survivors threw that thing at us, that means they are close, can you move?”
Jenssen winced as the Thompson moved his omni tool over the kid. He stood though with help from Freckles.
“He has internal bleeding and three broken ribs Commander, we need to get him back to base ASAP.”
“I can do it Commander,” Jenssen said as the medic and the man exchanged looks. It was obvious he could not stand on his own.
“Fuck,” Bryson said. “Stay with him, the rest with me.” He said, he turned to Freckles, “Good thing you had that shot gun, and that you were a good shot, you can track?”
“Not anywhere as good as Jenssen but,”
“But good enough, let’s go,” he said not letting her finish.

“FUCK!!!” Bryson screamed and threw his gun to the ground. “Fucking alien pieces of fucking shit,” to say he was angry was an understatement. He had wanted to kill tonight. After having a large creature launched at him and losing a part of his face he wanted revenge, to crush a throat with his hands. To come all this way to find that they lost the trail completely angered him beyond rationale. For a few seconds he even considered killing a couple of his own men just to relive the pressure the anger was causing.
The soldiers seemed to sense that as well as they all backed away, giving him room. Freckles motioned the others to leave. The trail coming into the tunnels had been crystal clear, even a moron could have followed them. They lead them down to this large room and then completely disappeared with five tunnels they could have gone down and no way of knowing if there was another way out. Had the unit not been wiped in half they could have sent a group of two down each path but it was too risky to send one. Even through his complete anger the Commander knew that.
This was not Freckles first tour or second or third, with the Commander. She had worked with him several times. She had seen him this angry twice before. Once when he had lost a good friend and the other time when found out his only son had been killed.
He was probably the most demanding man she had ever had to work with but it simply made her work harder. The fact that she had a crush on him helped as well.
Up until forty five minutes ago he had been an extremely handsome man. One of those unshaven string jawed type with a head of thick black hair. She had seen him smile a few times and it always made him look like some sort of famous actor. They had even once sat at the same table for a jacket and tie affair and she had totally developed her crush then. Not that she ever really had a chance. He was ten years older than she was and only dedicated to the job. She stayed with Alpha Protocol not only for the money, but to be closer to him.
She was also pretty good at calming him down. She always figured it was because she reminded him of his son in some way. At least that is what he had told her once. That she reminded him of his son with the short hair and trying to look like a boy. She took it in stride.
“Commander we have wounded we need to get back to base, including you.” She reminded him. He snarled at her. “Jenssen, Thompson, they are waiting. We can go back and get more people and come back and search the tunnels properly, they might have gotten away for now but you’ll get them. You always do.” She said calmly even though he had moved to within inches of her.
“So you are saying we should quit?” He snarled.
She didn’t flinch, not at this time, which would have just brought down his wrath. “I’m saying we go and get more people a fresh scout and find these ass holes properly, we are divided enough and it is night. We come back first thing in the morning with more.”
He grabbed her by the collar and looked into her eyes. “We will find them,” He said, “And I will make sure they pay for what they have done to me.” He said slowly.
“Yes sir, they will, but they have a biotic and a head start, we have Jenssen and daylight, they will pay sir. I promise.”
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