Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/Fanfiction/Other/Black Dragons

Not too long ago, in a place not too far away (about 150 kilometres) there was a prince, err, soldier. But not a normal soldier. A member of a private and elite organisation. These are his tales. (Do you like conspiracies? Well then you’re going to like this!)

Arnout sprinted across the room. Seeking cover next to the door he ran his fingers along his rifle, performing a routine check. With a few touches he refitted his rifle for a room to room combat style. Accessing his radio link, he tried to contact his teammates. “Rashid? Lars? Mickey? Gerard? Karin? Does anyone conform?” Only white noise greeted him. Never the less, he send the map of the part of the underground base he had explored to the central database, hoping it could make a difference.

Cursing he swung his rifle over his shoulder, and took out two pistols. Taking a quick peek through the wall with his thermal vision, he saw two signs of life. Stepping through the door he identified them as a male and a female copulating. The woman was resisting heavily.

Arnout shot the male through the back of the head, splashing his brains all over the room and the woman. She started screaming as the male collapsed onto her chest. Arnout hissed: “Shut up woman! Or do you want to get shot too?” The screaming stopped, but she whispered: “Who are you?” “Your worst nightmare and you’re saving angel. And now get put something on, you’re coming with me.” “But...” the woman protested. “Be quiet!” Arnout said, pointing his gun at the head of the woman.

The woman got up. “Who are you?” she asked. Arnout pulled up his visor and disengaged his face shield. “You can call me Arnout. That should do for now. Let’s just get out of here alive, and then we can get acquainted.” “My name is Elenora.” The woman said. Arnout nodded, took out his rifle and locked up his helmet. “Stay behind me, whatever you do. And be quiet, no matter what you see, hear, or have to do. Understand?” Elenora nodded.

Bringing his infrared visor down, Arnout scanned the next room. “I can’t see shit through these walls. Is there any resistance through this door?” he asked Elanora. “I don’t know. I was blindfolded when he brought me here. He took it off when he raped me.” Arnout nodded, brought down his combat visor, shouldered his rifle, and kicked in the door.

Three guys looked up disturbed in the middle of their card game. Arnout shot the first two guys through the head before they could get up, splashing their brains all over the room. The third reached for his gun lying on the table. Pointing his rifle at the head of the guy, Arnout used his exterior comm system: “I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”

The guy raised his hands. “I’ll do whatever you want.” “Good. Anymore of your buddies around here? And even the slightest hint of your ass lying, and I’ll spread your brains all over the floor.” “The commander is in the basement, with his bodyguard of 5. There are about 20 more guys spread throughout this wing. The other wing holds about 50 guys, and the base hold another 25. “How about prisoners?” Arnout asked, waving his left hand at Elenora. “Dunno. Some in the other wing, none in the basement, and some fakes in the base.” “Thank you.” Arnout took the gun lying on the table, and gave it to Elenora, who was standing behind him all that time. “Now stand in the corner. Don’t try anything funny. You’ll die.” The prisoner nodded and moved to the opposite corner. Arnout single loaded a round in the chamber and shot him through the head. “Why did you do that?” Elenora cried out. “Cause he had it coming. His kind is the worst. They have no morals, they only like to cause pain. And now shut it!” With eyes filled with tears, Elenora obeyed.

In the next three rooms, they found no hostiles. When Arnout kicked in the door to the fourth he heard a crackle over his radio. Surprised, he faltered in the doorstep. Hearing a message over his radio, Arnout saw three guys in the next room taking aim. Raising his rifle, he realised he couldn’t kill them in time. Instantly he raised his shields, and completely locked up his armour, in the hope to withstand the hail of bullets.

Arnout managed to fire two bullets in to the chest of the guy in the middle, fatally wounding him. The other two opened fire. Eight bullets hit Arnout before he could kill the two remaining men. Two bullets hit Arnout square in the chest, only scratching his armour. One dented his lower face protection and one pulled a fissure in his visor. One hit him just above the brow. One of the three remaining bullets hit him in the shoulder; the other two hit him in the stomach.

Recoiling from the impact of the bullets, Arnout collapsed onto the floor. Elenora ran to him to check if he was ok. With half of his helmet retracted, Arnout smiled. “I’m ok, but cover the door. Shoot anyone who comes through.” The girl nodded, and gently touched his face, half smiling, and half crying.

She rose, and pointed her gun at the door. Lying on the floor, Arnout realised he had been lucky. None of the bullets had penetrated his armour, although his shields where spend. He groaned, and painfully rose to his feet. “Damn, that hurts.” “Are you wounded?” It came over the radio. “No I’m fine. My armour’s junk now, because of you. Your signal distracted me. They caught me off guard. And that shit hurt!” “[Heavy swearing] Man, I’m sorry!” “Never mind. Found anything?” “Yes. 12 dead baddies and 7 starved prisoners.” “I killed 25 of them, but found only one prisoner. She’s at least Countess level. And the guy raping her was, I think, the scientist we were looking for. I shifted him.” “Nice! Is she damaged? The prisoners I found are all damaged. And nowhere near countess level. Pretty, yes, but that’s all.” “Anything interesting? Take what you like if you want, but be quick. RV in twenty minutes.” “Copy that. Rashid out.”