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Snart heard the whistling before the explosion. He ducked behind a pile of rubble next to a half destroyed wall. He crouched down, clenching his gun tightly. Conducting a midnight raid during the Moldovan civil war was not what he had in mind when he joined spec-ops but where his squad went, so did he.
“Waverider base, I’ve been seperated from my team. Requesting backup.” He said into is comms. He laid low, waiting for a response as another explosion lit up the night sky. He covered his head.
“Base, this is Snart, how far out is backup?” He impatiently asked again. He was a sitting duck out in the open without his team. He was mentally kicking himself for getting seperated from them.
“Snart, backup is ten minutes out. Advising you stay put.” The radio operator back at Waverider base replied. Snart groaned. He didn’t have ten minutes to spare. He was going to get himself killed if he didn’t remain moving. The insurgents had a knack for picking off stragglers.
“Base, I don’t have ten minutes. I’m going.” He said as he gripped his gun, moving quickly from his position to another point of safety.
“Snart, no. Wait for your backup!” He heard through his comms, but he ignored them. He ducked into a nearby building, keeping his gun at the ready. His hyperspectral goggles not picking up any signs of life. He walked down an empty corridor as another explosion rocked the ground, forcing him to duck and cover his head in case of falling debris.
“Snart, where are you?” Base radioed.
“Taking shelter in a building.” He whispered, continuing to walk down the hallway cautiously. He came to a room and looked down. He saw dead bodies, both US soldiers and insurgent. “Base, found friendlies and insurgents, all dead.” He said, bending down to check the bodies. He noted that the eyes of the dead, both sides, were fully white, like their pupils had been erased. Snart frowned before hearing a noise from a nearby room.
He jumped up, gun pointed towards the sound. He slowly proceeded forward to the room. He pushed past the ripped piece of fabric that had once covered the doorway to find an empty room. Snart frowned before seeing a faint glow that hadn’t been there a second ago. “Base, are you seeing this?” He asked, knowing that they could see it through his goggle camera.
“We see it Snart. What is that?” They asked. He didn’t know the answer. It looked like lightly glowing wisps of fog. He held his gun up, slowly removing his goggles. He furrowed his brow as he saw nothing in front of him.
“Base, there’s nothing there.” He whispered, his trigger finger quivering. He put his goggles back on, seeing the fog had taken a more solid form, almost in the shape of a human, except where he expected legs to be, instead there was just more mist.
“What the -” He said to himself before the humanoid shaped mist charged at him with a horrifying, unnatural screeching sound. Before Snart even had a chance to pull the trigger on his gun, the mist slammed into him with a loud snapping noise and his body briefly screamed out in pain, but not a pain he could have easily described. It was like his body was on fire but his insides were being iced to the point where it stung and caused him an immense amount of pain. Before he had a real chance to process what was happening, he was thrown backwards, his helmet being almost thrown off his head and falling a few feet away from his body which now lie dead on the ground.
Next to him, the wispy, ghost like figure flashed a few times before disappearing from the camera’s view.
“Snart?” Base said through his comms.
“Snart? What’s your status?”
“Snart!”