The assassins look upon the soul Marine as they get down from their hidding places revealing themselves to him as they encircle himthey get closer and closer as they know he doesn't stand a chance the time has come to decide. What shall you do?
With my back pressed against the wall, I held my chipped combat knife in a defensive stance, My gun was knocked out of my hand before this, not like it would have done any good since I was out of bullets...But the eerie feeling of knowing my squad mates are dead...And I'm completely defenseless...Sends a cold shiver down my spine...
The assassins make no move to attack as they continue their circling around the lone solider, watching his every reaction and movement with unsettling curiosity, trying to decide how best to take him down.
I'm breathing heavily, trying to anticipate their next move...I'm already in a losing position...But I'm not going down without a fight...
One of the assassins decides to make the first move, charging towards Fever with blinding speed, her arm extended aimed at the soul marine's neck!
I was caught off guard at her blinding speed, I side-stepped her grab, nearly tripping over my own foot from exhaustion
The assassin who missed her target growls in frustration and anger as she sees the soul marine barely avoiding her clutches, but it only makes her more determined to finish him off. Another assassin now charges towards Fever with equal speed from a different direction, aiming for his legs this time!
I wasn't paying attention to the rest...I was tackled to the floor, the flimsy, chipped combat knife flinging out of my hand as it slides away, I'm now pinned against the floor, with this female assassin holding me down as I have no strength left to fight back
The assassin who pinned down the soul marine smirks as she feels his last bits of strength leaving him, her grip tightening around his throat in a deathly hold. She leans in close to whisper into his ear, "It's over..."
"Ngh..." I could feel myself losing oxygen as my vision becomes blurry...Unable to break free from her tight grip I eventually pass out...
The assassin releases her grip on the soul marine's throat, satisfied that he is now unconscious. She gestures to her teammates, signaling for them to do the same with their targets. The other assassins reluctantly release their holds as well, stepping back and regarding the fallen soldiers with cold eyes.
"Let's get him secured," one of them mutters, motioning towards Fever.
While knocked out cold...I could hear distant gun shots as one of the female assassins, carried me away, as I laid limp on her shoulder...They executed the remaining of my squad members...Making it seem like an ambush that took us out...
The assassins expertly drag the Soul Marine through the corridors of Black Mesa, his unconscious body barely making a sound against the cold, metallic flooring. The tension between them remains high as they move; each step is calculated and precise, their senses on high alert for any sign of resistance or interference. As they continue to drag Fever through the facility, they find themselves growing more curious about him: his training, his background, and most importantly, what information he might hold that could threaten Black Mesa's secrecy.
They dragged me to seeming one of there hidden bases, they placed me in an all white room as they strapped me to a black metal chair, they tied my hands and feet to the chair as they waited for me to awaken
The assassins sit in silence around their captive, watching him carefully as he begins to stir. They know that once he regains consciousness, they will need to act fast; interrogate him and dispose of his body before anyone else has a chance to find out what they've done here. As Fever slowly opens his eyes, the leader of the group leans in close, her cold gaze boring into his soul.
"So, soldier," she says with a voice like steel, "you awake?"
I took me a moment to adjust to the blinding lights...But when I did I knew exactly what happened... "Hmm...."
The leader's gaze hardens at his nonchalant reply. "I suggest you start talking, soldier," she says coldly, leaning even closer to him. "We know why you were here, and we know what happened to your squad. Now it's time for you to tell us everything."
The other assassins in the room exchange glances but remain silent, their presence ominous and unyielding as they wait for Fever to comply.
I close my eyes for a second before opening them back up "Heh, sorry but I don't know shit." I said without a hint of worry or fear on my face
The leader frowns at his nonchalant reply. "I think you're lying," she says coldly. "Now, if you don't start talking..." She trails off, her gaze drifting meaningfully to the other assassins in the room. "They might get impatient."
The others nod slightly, their expressions unreadable as they watch Fever carefully for any sign of weakness.
"Then go ahead...Do whatever the fuck you want...I've already lost everything." I said as I looked away "Fucking hell...I didn't even WANT to be a fucking soul Marine"
The leader's eyes narrow at his defiant tone. "We'll see about that," she growls, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a syringe filled with an unidentified liquid. She jabs it roughly into Fever's arm, injecting the contents directly into his bloodstream as he winces in pain.
"That should help loosen your tongue," she says with a satisfied smile. "Now, let's try that question again."
I started feeling...Drowsy...Like I was about to fall unconscious again...Yet I couldn't... "My own...Home country...Murdered my own little sister....And forced me into this Soul Marine bullshit...I could give two FUCKS what happens to them..." I said between slurred words
The assassins share glances with each other as they listen to his confession. They had expected something much different, more related to their mission objective and the research at Black Mesa. They were not quite sure what to make of this revelation, but it did make Fever seem less valuable as a potential source of information.
"Hmm," one of the assassins finally says, "I suppose there's no use interrogating you further then." She turns to her leader with a shrug. "He doesn't have anything we need. But...With his physique and physical strength...We could turn him into a breeding stallion to further our Soldiers."
I hung my head defeatedly, Hell I could care less what happened to those corrupt leaders back in my home country...If being a breeding stallion is what it takes to get away from those fuckers I'd gladly take it. "Fine..."
The leader considers the assassin's words carefully before nodding in agreement. "Very well," she says finally, looking back at Fever. "It seems you will have a new purpose after all." She motions for one of her subordinates to approach and cut the restraints binding him to the chair.
As soon as he's freed, they lead Corporal Fever away from the interrogation room; no doubt his new life as a breeding stallion awaiting them in some far-flung corner of Black Mesa.
The door to my new living corner had a sign with the words breeding not in process, even with my cloudy mind I had a feeling that it would change when some female assassin would come in to be breed...Inside the room was similar to the previous room all white but this time with a decent looking bed, A bookshelf filled head to toe in different books...A desk with a chair, surprising enough a hung up television...And a door that most likely lead to a bathroom area
One of the assassins gestures for him to sit on the bed while they secure his new quarters. They double check the locks and make sure there are no escape routes before leaving him alone with a small plate of food, some water, and a set of clothes that fit better than what he had been wearing previously. The assassin who cut his restraints whispers something into one of her comrades' ears as they leave; the last words spoken by any of them to Fever for quite some time.
"..."
I look at the corner's off the room, seeing High-Tech security cameras in all four corners of the room, sigh as I began taking off the damage combat shirt I had one, A couple scars on my chiseled abs that someone make me even more attractive rather than repulsive, I then put on the lily blue tee shirt, which fit surprisingly well, I then did the same with my combat pants as I slipped into the long black pants, which was surprisingly comfy
"Hmm..."
The assassin who'd whispered into her comrade's ear looks over at the newly-clothed soul marine, a satisfied grin curling her lips. She nods in approval as he dresses more...appropriately for his new surroundings. It seems Fever won't be causing any trouble with his attire now.
As she watches him from the doorway, she idly flicks a switch on her communicator device, initiating a silent countdown inside the room.