Chapter
2 – Cut and Dry
My home sits in the middle of
America. Here is where most go to escape Old America and set up their own countries
and ideas of what America should be. It’s essentially the wild west again since
everyone does what is right in their own eyes with no government oversight
besides whatever God allows to happen and those He employs to see justice
through. Currently, I’m scouting out a town where the worst of the worst from Old
America and the new wild west are set up to fulfill their evil desires. From the trade of drugs,
guns, and other illegal goods, dealings with other countries, human trafficking,
and prostitution. Here, people are so shameless that some have their preferred
kind of sick sex in public while not caring about those who see it since this
is supposed to be a ‘judgment’ free zone where powerful people can do what they
want. I’m here to show them that they can’t.
In fact, I’m done scouting and
going there to clean the earth of this scum now. What’s the point of it when I’m
just going in like I usually do and taking no prisoner? Most of these towns
have the same layouts and there’s no building bigger than two stories in it. The
only difference is that there are more guards than usual. Speaking of which, I
take care of the guards on the towers and sniper spots with my rifle silenced before
using a hook and rope to climb over the steel walls. Going over to the building
with a radio tower on it, I take care of everyone in it with the knife attached
to my rifle before transmitting this particular radio signal and more listed
black network signals back home with my transmission device. Most black network
signals are memorized by those who use them, but they will write some of them
down. These signals also change every now and then though it’s still good to
know the existing ones now so we have a chance to find all the sources of the
signals and additional ones.
Going outside, I see that the
guards are on alert. The strange thing is that some of the people here are still
going about their business as if nothing is happening. The guards are coming
this way, so there’s no reason to keep up this halfhearted attempt at stealth.
I come out shooting starting with the couple having sex with beasts in public
before leaping to cover and shooting everyone else. Leaning up against the wall
of a building, I consider my plan until I realize that I’m walking in front of
a blackened window. Instantly, I drop to the ground before a shot hits me and
return fire before busting in through the window and shooting everyone else in there.
I almost forgot that the blackened windows in towns like these don't allow you to look in, but the people inside can see out of them.
My strategy is to go in and out of
the buildings to clear them out, however, the guards are one step ahead of me
and shoot at me from all of the surrounding buildings while the others advance
into mine. It doesn’t help that the scummy citizens, slaves, and visitors of this
town have all taken up arms against me so I essentially have everyone against
me. Now things are getting hairy. After shooting those entering the building I’m
in, I quickly check it for hidden exits in the floor, and surely, I find one.
The intel I collected informed me of the secret exits that all these buildings have that lead to tunnels that go all throughout the
town and offer an alternate exit to the town. In the tunnel, I find more people,
however, they don’t notice me, so I’m able to get the jump on them and since I’m
in a tight space, I switch to my revolvers loaded with shotgun shells and clear
a path forward.
Because there’s no cover in these
tunnels, I have to use the bodies around me as a substitute. Advancing forward,
I find that the tunnels aren’t marked. This forces me to guess where to go.
Right now, I need to get behind the crowd and deeper into the town where I’ll
find more of my targets. Thankfully, I get to a building that’s a fair distance
away from where I was with no one inside it. It’s also not too far from the surveillance
station, which is another bonus. Gong to it, I find it heavily guarded with men
in suits of armor in it. Sheets of metal come out from the ground that are as
hard as the metal the building’s walls are made of to give them cover and make
things more difficult…for them.
Switching over to my armor piercing
rounds and charging up my rifle, I’m able to shoot through the sheets of metal
and into my enemies. They begin to scatter because of this allowing me to conserve
some of the fuses that I use to charge my rifle and just shoot some of them
with my regular armor piercing rounds. After the shootout, I quickly check how
many more fuses I have, which is only a few. If I run out, I could use fuses
from fuse boxes or the fancy electric cars outsides, however, those don’t give
as good a charge for my rifle. Doesn’t seem like I’ll need it though as there doesn’t
seem to be anyone left-woah! A bullet just passed through my cloak. It’s a good
thing I wasn’t hit.
Taking cover, I try to see the
shooter in the surveillance room I’m currently in. The monitors and tables in
this surprisingly expansive and dark room have been made into makeshift cover. I
can’t help but look up at the monitors to see that they had cameras in every
building and tunnel in this town as well as the outside walls and where the tunnels
lead outside of the town. From the monitors I see, everyone who is after me
is headed towards this building and it doesn’t look like I can use the tunnels
to escape this time.
“I’d knew you come, Colton,” I hear
a woman’s voice say.
“Does that mean you’re going to
come out to let me shoot you then?” I ask not really knowing what to say.
“Aren’t you going to ask how I know
your name or who I am?”
“No, not really because you aren’t
leaving this town alive.”
“We’ll see about that. I already
know your tactics after our first encounter. The only thing I was surprised by is
your rifle’s charge function.” Okay, we’re just wasting time. I take a chance
and go out of cover to try to find this woman. “We don’t have to fight, Colton.
If you chose to work for me, then I’ll get you more help for your little town
and state.”
There’s no point talking to her. I
hear movement in the dark and shoot in that direction and vaguely see the woman
that is revealed by the light of the monitors and gunfire. Unfortunately, I only
managed to clip. She shot back at me, but she missed me as well.
“Why pick a fight with people like
us?” she asks.
Because you’re scum. Simple as
that.
“From what I’ve read and heard from
my contacts, you’re a self-righteous man who kills whoever you judge as being
evil. What separates you from us who do what we consider right?”
I don’t define good and evil based
on my own feelings. I actually do what is right. While she continues to rant
on, I sneak around the room until finally find her and put a bullet in her head
to make her stop talking. That’s it for this building so I leave the room and
find more people waiting for me coming into the entrance. One of these people
seems to be a rich man because of his fancy clothes and what looks to be a diamond
plated pistol. He brings in people in chains some of which appear to be in
their teens and younger.
“I know how much you like defending
the innocent, Colton,” the man says. “How about you leave and you’ll be free to
take a truck full of the innocent back to your home with you-”
After waiting for the man to align
his head with another’s, I take my shot killing three in a row. I’m not going
to fall for his trap since I know these slaves are a mixture of willing slaves,
people pretending to be slaves, and other people who have lost their minds due
to the torture or drugs their tortures put them through. Not only have I learned
this trick of theirs through the black network, but there are also many stories
of slaves being freed and brought back to towns only for the towns to be taken
over and their inhabitants killed or enslaved. Using the advantages I have, I
take cover behind the metal sheets that are still up as well as my position on
the top floor, and take out everyone who comes in. Eventually, they stop coming
and I assume that I’ve killed everyone in this town save for those who managed
to escape through the tunnels.
When I go outside, I find the truck
of so-called slaves. Taking a grenade from one of the dead guards, I throw it
under the truck and blow them up. My job here seems to be done. I’m about to
find some gas to burn this place to the ground until a man decked out in
cybernetic implants and armor jumps down in front of me from the second story
of one of the buildings.
“Sorry I took so long to get my
suit on. Now we can fight-” the man says before I blow off part of his head
with my rifle. Seeing that he doesn’t fall down startles me a bit especially
when he tilts his head. “Surprised? The best cybernetic implants allow me to
become a human tank.”
Loading my armor piercing rounds, I
shoot the robotic man over and over again as he tries to shoot and crush me
with his arms and legs that can break off parts of the buildings and cars
around us. It’s a back and forth battle of dodging and countering his attacks
until I’m able to get at a certain angle where I’m able to shoot both of his
legs with a charged shot to bring him down and despite all the damage I’ve done
to him, he still lives, so I keep shooting him. He screams out in pain with
every shot and part of his body that I blow away.
“I thought you were a merciful kind
of guy?! Where’s your mercy now?!” the man says in a distorted mechanical
voice.
“This is mercy. Now, do us both a
favor and die,” I say.
It takes almost every bullet I have
to kill this man. By the end of it, he’s in scattered pieces. If you looked at
him, you wouldn’t think he was human and just a bunch of computer parts with bits
of flesh and blood, which I guess is fitting. Whelp. Looks like it’s time to
finish up here. I find some gas cans pour them all over town, set fire to it,
and watch it all burn from a distance. Even though there was ammo, weapons, money,
and more in the town I could’ve taken, it’s all ill-gotten, so as far as I know,
it would’ve cursed me and my own if I took it. It’s reward enough for me that I’ve
brought justice here and burned it all down. With that done, I go back home and
get yelled at by Liah since I have minor scratches and bullet holes in my cloak.
I’m fine with it knowing that she, everyone here, and everyone who would’ve
been affected by the scum in that town is now safe.
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