Another World at War

Chapter 26: Victory or Death, Part 1

Location: North-Western Oregon, USA

Unit: Detachment Delta, Coalition forces

Date: July 24th, 2021 CE

"My mark," Mclaw spoke softly into his microphone, "3, 2, 1... Mark!"

Immediately, an operator pulled the lid from the hatch and Mclaw jumped in with a rope tied to his belt, both his 1911 and M45 drawn he fired twice into the darkness lighting up the hallway for no more than a second. That was all he needed. Landing on the ground, he launched himself forward, quickly shaking off the rope. Bouncing off the corridor, he opened fire on several targets. As soon as the M45 ran out of ammo, he tossed it away, drawing his dark sword he hacked several bodies in the corridor causing heads to be relieved from their bodies. The enemy tried to fire back, but Mclaw was too fast; at most they saw a glimpse of him before their vision forever faded, and they lost all consciousness. 

Grabbing a rifle from one of the enemies, he opened fire onto the remaining NZA in the corridor, causing blood to cover the wall in its red oozing texture along with bits of crimson brain matter. Reaching into his rear pouch, Mclaw pulled a set of panoramic night vision goggles and placed the straps around his head. As he stared down the green tinted corridor, he saw nothing.

"Its clear!" Mclaw called out as the five delta operators slide down behind him, wearing their own night vision.

The Master Sergeant patted Mclaw on the shoulder, "You want one of my boys to take point?"

Mclaw shook his head, "No, I'll take point, how much .45 ACP do you have?

"Four 14-round mags," The Delta Operator replied.

Mclaw nodded, rifle still raised, "Hand me three," he immediately dropped the empty magazine from his 1911 and swiped it into his pocket, before loading the first set of ammo into his pistol. Sticking the other two magazines into his spare pockets, he nodded and replaced the normal ACR3 magazine for one of his M16 30-round magazine. 

He stepped forward as the Delta operators followed close, as he approached a doorway on his left he called for two delta members to breach. Keeping his rifle on the door, he crossed with a great amount of care. Suddenly he yanked the door open as hard as he could and the two Operators swung in immediately, firing several rounds and dropping enemy after enemy. Mclaw entered behind both of them to see the room had been cleared. Going to the next door, Mclaw paused for a second.

'This will be the main room'  He thought to himself. Shaking the thought away, he was ready for this battle between him and a traitor.

Kicking the door in, it shot off its hinges as a small explosion consumed the door frame. Mclaw clocked it instantly and said three words, "Primeiro Control Missus." Suddenly the flame started to be sucked into a tiny ball and went out, the shrapnel still cut through Mclaw's mask but quickly fell out due to his skin locking back together.

Delta Detachment stood in shock, not sure what to say; Mclaw continued forward into the main room. Each corner was dimly lit by a stone figure holding a small flame lantern along with a weapon. Mclaw froze, recognising the statues.

Mclaw bit his lip, "The four Aufers."

A voice called from the darkness, "Aren't these statues just so grand!"

Mclaw tilted his head as the figure emerged from the shadows, "How are you doing... Hunt?"

"Lights!" Hunt said as the room illuminated with unnatural light, "Anyway Captain, I'm doing fairly well," he paused chuckling, "But I'm about to be a lot better after I finally kill you... for the Oceanic Empire."