18th of February 2020,
0700 Hours.
Williamtown Military Base, NSW, Australia.
Sergeant Cara 'Deadshot' De'Lassio, 21 Years Old.
"Get your ass of the floor Sergeant!" Lieutenant Johnson my Basic Training Instructor shouted whilst spitting tobacco in my face. I swallowed some blood and stood up. "You go shot by an Air Rifle(AR) filled with pellets while wearing a f*cking Kevlar Vest!" He screamed. "So suck it up and get running!"
I start jogging off down the road again, this time avoiding the AR pellets. Today I had to run Two Miles to a Radio Tower situated on top of an extremely large and steep hill.
Two years ago I was found by mortals and was signed into the Registration Act. For the past two years I have been trained to become a prefect soldier on the inside and outside. So far It's been terrible.
"Keep moving De'Lassio!" I hear the screaming voice of my Instructor shout from behind me.
After around fifteen minutes I make it to the top. I don't stay around to drink or lean against the tower I just run back down. On the way down I had a faster time of ten minutes which earned a nod of approval from my Lieutenant before he started screaming at my platoon for not standing in the right places.
After another fifteen hours of intense training I went back to my barracks to sleep.
At one in the morning we were awoken to the sounds of gunfire, explosions and yelling. I put my armour on and ran outside to see someone run past me, on fire and screaming. I gulped and ran to Lieutenant Johnson.
"Sir what's going on?!" I ask over the sounds of explosions.
"The Queen of England was executed two days ago! This is World War Three!" He replies while loading a rifle.
"What?!" I ask again and pick up an AUG Styre. I load the rifle and crouch next to him behind a wall.
"England blamed America and started a f*cking war! We took sides with the US, so the British have attacked us!" He shoots two men coming out of a truck and ducks behind the wall again. I take some shots at the British and manage to shoot one. We could tell they were the enemy because they were wearing Gas Masks.
"So we are stuck in the middle of a sh*t storm?!" I ask. Not really wanting an answer.
"Pretty much!" He replies shooting some more. He turns to face me. "We have to get to the Helicopter that's down the south of the base!" I nod and stand up. We start shooting whilst making our way towards Hanger 5 which housed our Black Hawks. We make it to the hanger to see two of my close friends and fellow squad mates Private Ashley Williams and Corporal Doc Grayson.
"So you finally showed up?" Doc asks walking towards us.
"Sorry we went on a slight detour to France." Lieutenant Johnson replies.
"So you and Deadshot dating now?" Ashley asks the Lieutenant, smiling.
"I would hate to imagine that. Plus I'm married." He says winking.
"Wow, the side of Lieutenant I've never seen." Doc says grinning like a weirdo.
"It's not gonna last forever." I say. We walk towards a Black Hawk and look at each other.
"So..can anyone fly?" Doc asks.
"I can." We turn around and see Ted Garnier and Josh Malarky walking towards us.
"You sure Malarky?" Ash asks, frowning.
"Yeah. I took lessons." He replies getting into the Cockpit. Lieutenant Johnson sits next to him while the rest of us pile into the back. The Helicopter takes off into the night sky and we look down below to see the ground painted red with fire and blood.
"And that's only the beginning." Doc says sitting back against the side of the helicopter. All I can do I nod. I lost my innocence today. I killed someone.
0700 Hours.
Williamtown Military Base, NSW, Australia.
Sergeant Cara 'Deadshot' De'Lassio, 21 Years Old.
"Get your ass of the floor Sergeant!" Lieutenant Johnson my Basic Training Instructor shouted whilst spitting tobacco in my face. I swallowed some blood and stood up. "You go shot by an Air Rifle(AR) filled with pellets while wearing a f*cking Kevlar Vest!" He screamed. "So suck it up and get running!"
I start jogging off down the road again, this time avoiding the AR pellets. Today I had to run Two Miles to a Radio Tower situated on top of an extremely large and steep hill.
Two years ago I was found by mortals and was signed into the Registration Act. For the past two years I have been trained to become a prefect soldier on the inside and outside. So far It's been terrible.
"Keep moving De'Lassio!" I hear the screaming voice of my Instructor shout from behind me.
After around fifteen minutes I make it to the top. I don't stay around to drink or lean against the tower I just run back down. On the way down I had a faster time of ten minutes which earned a nod of approval from my Lieutenant before he started screaming at my platoon for not standing in the right places.
After another fifteen hours of intense training I went back to my barracks to sleep.
At one in the morning we were awoken to the sounds of gunfire, explosions and yelling. I put my armour on and ran outside to see someone run past me, on fire and screaming. I gulped and ran to Lieutenant Johnson.
"Sir what's going on?!" I ask over the sounds of explosions.
"The Queen of England was executed two days ago! This is World War Three!" He replies while loading a rifle.
"What?!" I ask again and pick up an AUG Styre. I load the rifle and crouch next to him behind a wall.
"England blamed America and started a f*cking war! We took sides with the US, so the British have attacked us!" He shoots two men coming out of a truck and ducks behind the wall again. I take some shots at the British and manage to shoot one. We could tell they were the enemy because they were wearing Gas Masks.
"So we are stuck in the middle of a sh*t storm?!" I ask. Not really wanting an answer.
"Pretty much!" He replies shooting some more. He turns to face me. "We have to get to the Helicopter that's down the south of the base!" I nod and stand up. We start shooting whilst making our way towards Hanger 5 which housed our Black Hawks. We make it to the hanger to see two of my close friends and fellow squad mates Private Ashley Williams and Corporal Doc Grayson.
"So you finally showed up?" Doc asks walking towards us.
"Sorry we went on a slight detour to France." Lieutenant Johnson replies.
"So you and Deadshot dating now?" Ashley asks the Lieutenant, smiling.
"I would hate to imagine that. Plus I'm married." He says winking.
"Wow, the side of Lieutenant I've never seen." Doc says grinning like a weirdo.
"It's not gonna last forever." I say. We walk towards a Black Hawk and look at each other.
"So..can anyone fly?" Doc asks.
"I can." We turn around and see Ted Garnier and Josh Malarky walking towards us.
"You sure Malarky?" Ash asks, frowning.
"Yeah. I took lessons." He replies getting into the Cockpit. Lieutenant Johnson sits next to him while the rest of us pile into the back. The Helicopter takes off into the night sky and we look down below to see the ground painted red with fire and blood.
"And that's only the beginning." Doc says sitting back against the side of the helicopter. All I can do I nod. I lost my innocence today. I killed someone.