Worldline 982 Codename: Tovarish 912December 02, 2021
James ducked behind the busted concrete of a bombed out
building as automatic gunfire peppered his backtrail. “Run,” he said looking at
the pair of locals that had been helping him, the last of a resistance cell
that might, if they were lucky find another cell that would help and hide them.
The boy of the pair, maybe ten years old took off in a sprint for the sewer
cover half a block away, the short barreled pump shotgun slapping against his
back as he ran. The girl was all of sixteen, blonde, and sweet on James he
could tell, she opened her mouth to argue but he stopped her with a finger to
her lips. “Go, I’ll lead them off and lose them away from you. I’m from the
south, we have our ways.” He said with a
crooked smile. She held his hand against her cheek for a moment and then took
the AK-74 carbine in her hands and ran to catch up with her younger brother who
was disappearing down the manhole of the embattled city.
Hefting the M240 machine gun that he had taken from the
locals armory, James waited for the Draka soldiers to stop shooting before
rolling out from behind the wall and hosing the area with bullets. The gun
burped short fairly clean bursts each time James pulled the trigger causing
several of the genetically modified soldiers to do the dance of death before
dropping to the ground. The surviving four of the squad managed to find cover
as James backed away and as the last of them hit the ground and he was sure the
manhole cover was drawn closed he took off running down the street the way the
three of them had originally been running. He did have a way out of this world,
a pick up gate that would take him home through two other variations of earth
before being able to get back to the convention and make his report. The
problem was that he had to lose the invaders first, and they were about as
tenacious as a bull dog at an itch.
James chuckled, he had come into this world with a four
person team, and their purpose had been to recon the area and find out what had
hit the explorer team that had initially investigated this world. He had found
out alright, by his team stumbling right into a draka command post just as a
resistance cell was striking. Caught in the middle of the resulting firefight
his people had been pinned down until the leader of the cell had fought over to
them and pulled them out. Over the course of the next week the resulting
counterstrikes due to the cell’s unsuccessful attack he had lost his entire
team and the cell save those two kids and himself. Now he had half a squad of
Draka on his tail and a timetable to meet the next portal so he could get out
of this world. Why they looked like they belonged in “Quantum Leap” James
didn’t know and he really didn’t care so long as the next portal took him out
of this hell hole.
James ducked behind the busted concrete of a bombed out
building as automatic gunfire peppered his backtrail. “Run,” he said looking at
the pair of locals that had been helping him, the last of a resistance cell
that might, if they were lucky find another cell that would help and hide them.
The boy of the pair, maybe ten years old took off in a sprint for the sewer
cover half a block away, the short barreled pump shotgun slapping against his
back as he ran. The girl was all of sixteen, blonde, and sweet on James he
could tell, she opened her mouth to argue but he stopped her with a finger to
her lips. “Go, I’ll lead them off and lose them away from you. I’m from the
south, we have our ways.” He said with a
crooked smile. She held his hand against her cheek for a moment and then took
the AK-74 carbine in her hands and ran to catch up with her younger brother who
was disappearing down the manhole of the embattled city.
Hefting the M240 machine gun that he had taken from the
locals armory, James waited for the Draka soldiers to stop shooting before
rolling out from behind the wall and hosing the area with bullets. The gun
burped short fairly clean bursts each time James pulled the trigger causing
several of the genetically modified soldiers to do the dance of death before
dropping to the ground. The surviving four of the squad managed to find cover
as James backed away and as the last of them hit the ground and he was sure the
manhole cover was drawn closed he took off running down the street the way the
three of them had originally been running. He did have a way out of this world,
a pick up gate that would take him home through two other variations of earth
before being able to get back to the convention and make his report. The
problem was that he had to lose the invaders first, and they were about as
tenacious as a bull dog at an itch.
James chuckled, he had come into this world with a four
person team, and their purpose had been to recon the area and find out what had
hit the explorer team that had initially investigated this world. He had found
out alright, by his team stumbling right into a draka command post just as a
resistance cell was striking. Caught in the middle of the resulting firefight
his people had been pinned down until the leader of the cell had fought over to
them and pulled them out. Over the course of the next week the resulting
counterstrikes due to the cell’s unsuccessful attack he had lost his entire
team and the cell save those two kids and himself. Now he had half a squad of
Draka on his tail and a timetable to meet the next portal so he could get out
of this world. Why they looked like they belonged in “Quantum Leap” James
didn’t know and he really didn’t care so long as the next portal took him out
of this hell hole.