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It begins with a Simple Breath in and out with it, A Man in a White Coat with a Symbol on his back. He's waiting for something, and to make it simple, That Assault Rifle on his Back Means Business.
It is A Raid. It Was. He Was Waiting.
Upon His Face, a helmet encircles the head and obscures the face. There are White Lights where the Eyes appear to be similar to Optics, which allow the user to see. There's no turning back for The Guy from here on out. Then He Speaks. With his voice being altered and modified to the point that the voice of his voice And it went through a voice modulator and then a voice scrambler. It sounded coarse, cold, and calculating.
" Any Second now... "
An audible train horn can be heard far away.
" To Be Assured. "
Says the Masked Man.
As the locomotive traversed the trail. It's clear what He is supposed to do.
Leap. Crash as He Broke through the Glass Trapdoor, Then He's Inside. One of the Carriages at the End Of the Line behind the Convoy itself. He Was Inside, and Now The Bloodshed Begins.
Load Up Then.
Metallic Discharges, Crackles, and Impacts Rang Out through the First Carriage. Towards where Men In Grey Uniforms and Armour With the Ensign And Emblems Featuring. The Emblem "HMT" As One Sign. Then He Cut Down The Men. He Was Going through Carriage after Carriage on The Convoy of the Train Link Itself,
Screams, yelps of pain, brutal crushing, and tearing can be heard. In addition to piercing hits and wind rushing through the troops' bodies. Alongside, The bullets penetrated their bodies them piercing through.
With his Rifle and Pistol, He Was Shooting through Enemy after Enemy, Soldier After Soldier. In those Grey Uniforms, It Was Bloody. Laces of Holes and Alotta Blood Splatters Were Sprayed throughout the Carriage's Interiors. then. In The Middle. Of A Carriage Far and Wide.
A Man in a Suit and Dark Red Tie was running away alongside the Soldiers, who Were Going the Opposite way. and trying to stop the Intruder Who Got on the Train. But it was No Use, Door to Door, Carriage to Carriage.
He Was Still Cutting Through and Through, Killing as Many as the Masked Individual Was Breaking through the Hordes of Soldiers within the Train. Nevertheless. He eventually got to the front of the Train and met him with an Intense glare, a Glare of Hatred Within what was beneath that Helmet that the Fellow, namely Sigma. The Dimension's Notable Boogyman that Often Targets the Syndicate, He showed himself from the dark and told him as the Masked Boogyman Himself would talk through the Helmet's Modulator and Scrambler, whilst pointing his Beretta looking pellet Gun toward his Head.
[SIGMA]:(Muffled) So.. Where is the Site?
[The Man]: I Don't Fucking Know that! Tell to the Bloody Arses at "The Rig" Ye Cunt ass!
[SIGMA]: Hm.
[The Man]: Like I Am Not Joking, ye Cunt! The Bloody Syndicate Boys and their Underlings might Poke and Cap Your Ass Up!
[SIGMA]: Them. Oh well, that is something, nonetheless. Thanks for your Cooperation, Mr..
Then the man himself will tell of his Name, and the Masked Fellow would look.
[Henry]: My Name is fucking Henry! Either way, are you going to Kill Me!?
[SIGMA]: No, not yet. Nonetheless, what are we coming to?
Then the man in the white coat shoved him, raising him up a bit, and the obscured man with the helm, speaking in a Cold Tone, demanded an Answer.
[SIGMA]: Tell me.
[Henry]: I DON'T KNOW! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?-
Then Sigma yelled. With the Modulator going Loud and the Scrambler struggling as his Voice was much for it to handle.
[SIGMA]: WHERE IS THE SYNDICATE? THEY AREN'T GETTING AWAY WITH IT, NOT ONE BIT.
[Henry]: Are You Crazy?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Screamed the Man in the Suit. He was a Syndicate member, yes. But he knew of the Man under that Helm, he was Terrified beyond Belief, and then Sigma would speak back in his Cold Tone.
[SIGMA]: What I want is this.. I am looking for something. And I know you, of all People, Parasites you are, All I want is this.
"Where is it?"