Turn 25 pt2.
Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:01 am
Earth
Cedar Groove, NY
Top floor, Cultist HQ
Mission timer: 00:13:15
Voices could be heard from the upper stairs. The Marines waited. It was eerily silent, except for the merely audible moaning from one of the wounded cultists. Suddenly some kind of command was given and the door was pulled open, four black objects came bouncing down the stairs and came to an halt all around the marines. Grenades.
Someone screamed "Grenades!" but it was unecessery everyone was already running down the stairs, running as fast as they could. One stair, two, three, four, five then came the explosion. The pressure wave was immense, the ear drums of the marines bulged and a stinging pain shot into their heads from the extreme noise. Shrapnel clattered on the walls around them, debris and body parts fell from above between the stairs.
Shots where fired above, most likely in blind to supress any survivors. There had been no doors on the way down. The Marines continued all the way down. A thick steel door marked the end of the staircase. It was dark down here, only the faint light from the stairwell trickled in and disclosed the outlines of the marines. Curses and orders were heard from above and the sound of rushing feet increased in volume.
Cedar Groove, NY
Top floor, Cultist HQ
Mission timer: 00:13:15
Voices could be heard from the upper stairs. The Marines waited. It was eerily silent, except for the merely audible moaning from one of the wounded cultists. Suddenly some kind of command was given and the door was pulled open, four black objects came bouncing down the stairs and came to an halt all around the marines. Grenades.
Someone screamed "Grenades!" but it was unecessery everyone was already running down the stairs, running as fast as they could. One stair, two, three, four, five then came the explosion. The pressure wave was immense, the ear drums of the marines bulged and a stinging pain shot into their heads from the extreme noise. Shrapnel clattered on the walls around them, debris and body parts fell from above between the stairs.
Shots where fired above, most likely in blind to supress any survivors. There had been no doors on the way down. The Marines continued all the way down. A thick steel door marked the end of the staircase. It was dark down here, only the faint light from the stairwell trickled in and disclosed the outlines of the marines. Curses and orders were heard from above and the sound of rushing feet increased in volume.