Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30517583-20170824224346

The whole room held its breath, waiting for the next slaughter.The masked soldier kept the unwavering barrel of the M249 directed at the seated conference members.The barrel of the M249 was slick with blood and gore from the point blank discharge, and the soldier himself posed an even more gruesome sight. Blood drenched almost every bit of available space on his futuristic EOD suit, and the front plate held up a piece of brain, a mucous-like sludge that had stuck into the grilles on the front of his suit like a vile trophy of war.The room waited, almost patiently, for the heavy-throated spitting sound of the M249 to surface, and for pieces of lead to sizzle through their flesh, bones and organs.Someone retched and gasped for air. Mostly simply looked blankly around the room. Some stared at the masked soldier in fear. The stench of bile and  the metallic tang of blood engulfed the room, and it became almost impossible to resist the urge to throw up.The silence lasted until the heavy-throated growl of a motor reverberated outside the room, along with the shouts of men and the jangling of equipment. The masked soldier, upon hearing the commotion, quickly repositioned by a small pick-up truck, and dragged with him the inert body of the dead soldier on the floor, blood still leaking onto the floor from his mutilated eosophogus.The motor cut out, and then there was the rattling noise of the metal gate being raised, followed by quick, heavy footsteps.The door to the conference room had been left unlocked, but the people outside didn't care.The door was blasted off its hinges by a wad of C4, and then 7 fully armoured soldiers burst in, in a variety of Flak jackets and Bulletproof vests, toting around an assortment of AKs, SPAS-12s, M16s and MP5s."Holy shit....What the F*** happened here?""Stay alert, men! The F***er's probably still here!""Secure the perimeter and get the goddam VIPs out of here!"Three soldiers escorted the pale-faced conference members out of the room, and the other four fanned out cross the room, sweeping the room with the barrels of their guns."Seargent, the shiteater's went to the truck and has a LMG. Take care.""Yessir! Waltrun, sir, we'll lead you out."The seargent turned to the four men spread out among the room and called for them their instructions."Corporal, this one's on you. Nail the F***er, watch out for his firepower. Our vests are useless against his gun, bulletproof or not. Also remember he's got some EOD suit or some shit, go for his head, and that he's probably moved from his position already. That will be all.""Yessir!"The three soldiers directed the VIPs towards two Military Vans, started the engines, and drove back towards the centre of Kingstreet.As for the sweep, the four soldiers started by directing a barrage against the pick-up truck.The staccato burst of an M16, mixed in with the sporadic clacking of two AK-47s, punctuated by the boom of a SPAS-12, blew open windows, shredded doors, and tore apart the chassis of the vehicle. "Cease fire and reload!"As the four men took cover among the tumble of crates and pillars in the Refinement Facility, the masked soldier crept behind them."Aiden, check the area, everyone, be on your toes!"The masked soldier, now behind the positions of the garrison soldiers, took out a pair of headphones, and fished out a flash grenade from inside one of the compartments of his EOD suit.Tossing the flashbang right into the centre of the enemy formation, he held the Corporal and the man named Aiden into his sights, and squeezed the trigger of his bloody M249."What the f*** is t-""Take cover! Tak-"The two men were torn to shreds by the oncoming bullets.A solid wall of lead simply beheaded Aiden, sending strips of flesh flying everywhere, shattering his spine, spilling fragments of bone around his corpse, blood spraying from his eosophagus. His M16 clattered onto the ground, plastic stock sawed in half by the heavy calibre bullets. His head tumbled onto the ground, blood leaking onto the ground to join the beheaded corpse.As for the Corporal, the masked soldier had been more clinical, but remained brutal, in his dispatch. Five bullets to the base of the skull had simply crushed the bone, sending brain, blood and bone scattering around the floor. The exit wounds increased the pressure on the fracturing skull, and the skull simply caved in from the pressure. The entire brain, torn into a messy gloop, splattered onto the floor through the bullet holes. Beside the fallen corporal, the SPAS-12 he had held fell onto the floor with a heavy clunk.The other two soldiers, hearing gunshots, peered around their covers, just in time to see the Corporal fall from a short burst from the M249.Just as the lights went out.Wheeling around their AKs, bewildered within the darkness, they attempted to zero in on the masked soldier, ready for the kill.But they never got the chance.The buzz of a FAMAS cut through the gunpowder smoke, and the soldier closest to the masked soldier wass turned into Swiss cheese by the force of at least 15 bullets.The FAMAS, a French bullpup rifle, was one of the earliest bullpup rifles invented. Bullpup rifles were made to be a kind of future generation assult rifle, at least during the phase of the cold war. The concept that drove countries to develop this was that mounting the magazines in the back of the rifle would mean that the bullets would travel the same amount of barrel distance as a regular assult rifle, retaining the accuracy of an assult rifle.This also meant that the rifles became more compact and easier to carry. However, one major problem arose when developing the bullpup rifles.Due to how short the rifles were, sights became defective. FAMAS's counterparts, the AUG and L85A1, gave up and issued scopes for their soldiers. Later on, Steyr's AUG would become one of the most famous and successful bullpup rifles in military history.The L85A1 was considered a defective product, something that the British soldiers who used it would come to hate. Issues with jamming, weight, and the magazine forced the British government to call in H&K to develop a second generation L85. The L85A2 was a by far superior weapon which negated these problems, and was accepted into the British Army.As for the FAMAS, it became a unique gun, as it was the first bullpup rifle to use ironsights in its making. It was also a middling weapon by the sides of the AUG and L85A1, something in the middle. The ironsights were nothing against the scopes of the other two weapons, and the 25 round magazine wasn't really what the troops wanted. What the FAMAS did have, though, was dogged reliability and an insane ROF. And so it was used by the French.15 solid 5.56mm rounds, although smaller than the M249 rounds, made swiss cheese of the soldier's body.Due to the ROF of the FAMAS, the bullets sprayed everywhere.Bits of kevlar and ceramic plates from his bulletproof vest flew everywhere, strips torn off by the force of the bullets, and two bullets found the thigh of the soldier, four the head.The head erupted blood and brain, and the soldier fell backwards behind the crate he was using as cover. Heat began to waft in from behind the crate, due to the intense pressure the vest had absorbed. The other soldier caught a glimpse of the masked soldier, and fired a short burst before he turned around to reload.And saw one of the black-clad soldiers, brandishing a curved knife that was raised at him.The soldier raised his AK and fired his entire magazine at the black-clad soldier. The black-clad soldier cursed and jumped onto the wall, bullets grazing his feet, embedded his knife into the wall and hauled himeslf up the wall, then leapt towards a crate behind the AK-user."Shit..."The soldier behind him dropped his AK, letting it clatter on the ground, and took out a long bladed combat knife, glancig warily around him.A flurry of movement erupted behind him.The soldier brought up his knife just in time to parry the blow from the black-clad soldier, blackened military steel meeting the razor sharp blade of the curved knife. The black-clad soldier leapt back just as the knife the soldier was holding flew towards him, almost invisible in the dark confines of the facility, tumbling end over end, and embedded it in his sternum, peeking just above his vest.The soldier fell onto the floor, blood pooling onto the floor beneath him."Now, that's two more I need to get rid of...."Picking up his AK-47, the surviving soldier stormed towards the last place he had seen the masked soldier. 