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old version that doesn't have the terrible ten-second screen job reflection for a scope.
Mar. 13, 2046.
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"Blue, in position."
"Copy, Blue. Stand by..."
"Solid copy."
The radio clicked off with a subtle and yet abrupt "bleep!" The four of us who made up Red ream walked, sights up, through the leaky and silent corridor. The stench of mildew filled our nostrils. The place hadn't been touched in months.
We finally reached our destination; the once gray way-point on our MWS displays flickered to a bright green before dissipating. Inside, footsteps were heard and the audio was enhanced. Visual indicators from acoustic rangefinders let us see the approximate locations of four, no, five hostiles. Red-two shuffled through his rucksack, pulling out a sticky bar with a trigger tied to it. He flicked on his remote and slapped the gooey stick on to the metallic door. He nodded at my direction and the four of us split up in to teams of two, taking up each side of the door.
"Red, in position."
"Copy."
There was a pause...
One, two... three seconds passed by. The radio clicked on again and my heart stopped, with my own trembling voice saying "Alpha."
The next set of motions were a blur.
"Go, go, go!" was shouted and projected through someone's voice projection unit attached to their helmet while Red-two smashed his trigger finger on the trigger, detonating the stick. A loud "plam!" erupted in to the hallway along with a brief puff of black smog. The door's handle was blown to smitheereens.
Another "plack!" was heard across the now available room, following once "kak kak kak!" but now an entire uproar of gunfire.
All of this happened during the second and a half it took for all four of us to enter the room, weapons raised and our own eyes and computer systems scanning for targets.
The floor we were on was secured. I looked up, and two unsuspecting guards were still in shock. They doubled around, doing a 180 degree turn and raised their own rifles. One millisecond... two milliseconds. Eye contact was made, but no eyes were seen through either of our visors. I couldn't see the shocked expressions on their faces, and to me, they looked like machines. Machines with no souls or hearts or compassion. Machines like me.
I squeezed the trigger.
Game on.

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