Crusaders III: The New Age 1.43

7.2.          The Event Day - Geranium

Geranium turned her face in time to catch the departing image of Helmut. She came in here when she saw the mezzanine flooring and the big screen on the wall. She reckoned it would warrant her attention as it might hold something important. She approached the screen and looked at it.  It showed the stadium and its schematics. On it was also some markers not shown in the blueprint.

It was Crawler who gave her the warning.

Too late.

Geranium was slammed back by the blow. It was a Vampire who just jumped on her, and threw her back with his weight. She tried to roll back but the Vampire was stronger. She was pulled to the side and then dragged when the Vampire took flight. She was knocked on the big screen and then dumped. She struggled to get up but her body ached from the blows. She looked up and saw the Vampire.

It was a Vampire, but that one was a lady. A lady dressed in a red suit with well defined curves and garish reddish makeup.

“Bitch!” Geranium muttered out. It was Crawler who sprung into action. The man-creature was struck out with a back swing of the Vampire. Crawler tried to attack again but Geranium held out her hand to hold him back. The man-creature saw the motion but he was to attack.

“Go!’ Geranium pushed to get up. She got into a crouch position, and looked at the Vampire. That moment Crawler obeyed his mistress.

“So, Bitch.” Geranium stood up and looked at the Vampire. “Fight me again. I am a nastier bitch.”

Geranium drew out her whip and did a few flicks with it. After flicking it thrice, she went at it on the Vampire. The Vampire grabbed the whip but was treated to an electrical surge. It burned into her right palm, and caused the Vampire to scream. It was then Geranium had her left hand holding the rapier went for the heart. She thrust it in deep and then twisted the point. The Vampire reached for the rapier with both her hands, but her wound burned inside her. She arched back her spine to the pain, when Geranium pulled the rapier out.

“Damn!” Geranium cursed at the Vampire. She stepped back and thrust the rapier into the face to come out in the back of the head. It worked as the Vampire screamed out louder and then dropped down on the knees. Geranium pulled the rapier out and cursed again.

“Damn! It worked like he said it would.”

7.3.          The Event Day - Micheal

Micheal managed to get one of the consoles to work, by working on power reserves in the UPS units. He was perusing the schematics when he felt the urge. It was his instinct which kept him alive. He rolled off his seat when the shot hit the console screen. He kept on rolling on the flooring when more shots came in on his positions. He stopped and sat against the metal table. He pulled out his revolvers and held it up. He was not sure where the shooter was. It was a large hall, with over twenty consoles lined up in two rows of ten each. Other than that there were the rows of the large servers and filing cabinets.

It was a maze of hidden corners.

“Where are you?” Micheal muttered to himself. He looked at the damaged console and reckoned the shot was from the front of him. He worked out the trajectory and figured the shot came from across. It was the building across, the one where the roof was located parallel to this floor. He crawled forward to the glass wall, which was shattered by the shot. He stopped a distance away and tried to make out the building across in the dim light of the sunset. It was a distance of two hundred feet and offered the shooter an ideal condition.

Micheal squint his eyes to get a clearer view of the rooftop and then the second shot came. It was not from the roof but across the hall. It barely missed him when his instinct helped him. He rolled onto his back and fired at the possible source. It was at the rows of filing cabinets and saw the shooter; the second shooter.

Micheal saw the second shooter ducked back but he was sure he shot the person. He tried to move, and it was then the first shooter shot again. The bullet missed him but he id the run half crouched to the filing cabinets. He stopped at the second shooter position and saw the blood.

So blood one was on.

Micheal followed the trail of blood while keeping his profile from the rooftop. Whoever he may have shot, was no Vampire. So whoever there are, they are blood and flesh.

They are mercenaries.

“Damn!’ Micheal cursed out. He got it figured; there was a duo assassin in the employment of the Elite Troops of the United Continents. They were named as the Dynamic Duo; a brother and sister team. It was their mode of attack; the brother likes to do his kill near. He had to get the brother first.

“Peter, it’s me. Micheal.” Micheal knew the duo when they were once practiced on the shooting range. “We need not fight. Let us talk. Tell that to your sister too.”

Micheal heard the call from the other’s comms. Then the second shooter stepped out while her left hand held her right forearm. She looked drained from the looks, but the rifle was slung on her left shoulder.

“I am surprised to find you here, Pauline.” Micheal had once developed an infection with her when they were in training. She was the long distance shooter, while Micheal was the maverick for close up.

“Micheal, we…I had to do it. Peter had been infected by the …demon.” Pauline spoke up. “The demon had made him a Vampire.”

Then was when she broke into tears. She collapsed on her knees to cry, but it was the sign for Peter to shoot her in the head. He was not the best shooter, which was why he went for the close up. The bullet grazed the side of her head.

Micheal rushed at Pauline and pulled her to another cover. He cradled her in his arms, but she was slipping into unconsciousness. She whispered to Micheal.

“The antenna by the right. Twenty paces further. Behind the air funnel.” Then Pauline slipped into the coma.

Micheal took off Pauline rifle. It was an antique; the Dragunov is a semi automatic gas operated rifle with a ten clip ammo. That rifle still held the quick detachable PSO-1 optical sight.  It was within the 2,000 ft range between the buildings. He took the rifle and checked the ammo clip.

There were eight shots left. Enough for him to take down the other sniper.

Micheal selected his firing position and noted the filing cabinet at four feet high. He rushed towards it and stood behind it. If he knew the procedure of the other shooter, Peter would stay not be there. He would move to the next position for the next shot.

If that was still Peter.

Micheal set up the rifle and leaned down to look into the sight. Peter was still there, or rather he could see the barrel protruding from the cover. He braced himself for the shot, but at the last second, he moved his rifle to the left towards the antenna. He fired on instinct and the bullet hit the Vampire in the face.

Peter had died when he became the Vampire. Then the Vampire died with Peter.

“Sleep, Pauline.” Micheal sighed while resting his head on the filing cabinet. He then grabbed the rifle and rushed out. He had what he needed from the Consoles.