Capítulo 7: Operation Edenwood (finale)
Captain Emily's eyes locked onto the encroaching figures, her mind racing with tactical assessments. Eight hostile soldiers, clad in advanced suits, emerged from the shadows of the alleyway. The same team that had ambushed her and her squad before.
With a swift motion, Emily dispatched a backup message to Damilare and the spacecraft pilots at Edenwood's borders. "We need backup, we need backup...we've been ambushed!"
Her team's predicament was dire. Their jet pack fuel depleted, their suits' batteries drained, and their energy shields offline.
"We're outnumbered and outgunned," Emily muttered through gritted teeth, her eyes scanning the hostile faces around them. Leia stood beside her, fists clenched and muscles tensed, ready for the impending clash. Matt adjusted his visor, analyzing their opponents' movements, while Baygon checked his weapon, his gaze flickering between the enemy and his teammates.
The attackers closed in, their suits a marvel of advanced technology. Enhanced strength, agility, and tactical visors made them formidable opponents.
Leia charged forward, her combat training on full display. Her strikes were precise and powerful, each blow calculated to incapacitate. Matt used his agility to evade attacks, using the alleyway's environment to his advantage - utilizing trash cans and debris to deflect blows.
Baygon provided cover, his teamwork instincts honed to perfection. He watched his comrades' backs, intercepting enemy strikes and creating openings for counterattacks.
Emily led the charge, her strategic mind orchestrating the team's defense. She expertly parried attacks, her suit's advanced sensors alerting her to potential threats.
Despite their valiant efforts, the team began to falter. The enemy's sheer numbers and technological superiority took its toll.
In the chaos, Emily found herself isolated. A soldier pinned her against the wall, his suit's enhanced strength crushing her. A needle-like protrusion extended from his wrist, containing the NEC-15 dose. With a quick jab, he pierced Emily's neck, injecting the potent dose into her bloodstream.
Panic surged through Emily as she felt the synthetic virus take hold, momentarily paralyzing her movements. The world around her slowed, her mind racing against the encroaching effects of the NEC-15.
Just as all seemed lost, Damilare and his team, Swift, Raid, and Jones, stormed into the alleyway with ferocity. Their suits glowed with energy as they engaged the remaining soldiers, turning the tide of battle in their favor. Damilare's voice boomed over the chaos, rallying his comrades to press forward. The alleyway became a battleground, filled with the clang of metal, bursts of energy weapons, and the determined shouts of combatants. Emily fought to regain control of her limbs, her willpower pushing back against the effects of the virus. With each passing moment, Damilare's team gained ground, forcing the enemies into retreat.
Emily's gaze drifted to her team, her thoughts fogging. "Swift...Ike...Dami...?"
She leaned against the wall, breath ragged, blood seeping from her lip. "Captain!" Damilare rushed to her side, extending a hand to help her up, but Emily waved him off, her eyes darting with concern. "Keep your distance, everyone! That's an order," she commanded firmly, clutching her bruised shoulder. "We don't know how the fuck this virus spreads. I won't risk infecting you."
Ignoring her orders, Damilare gently disassembled Emily's armored suit and hoisted her onto his shoulder. "I'm not leaving you," he declared, brushing aside any fear of contamination. The rest of the team watched in awe of his courage and selflessness, none more surprised than Leia, who couldn't help but note how tenderly Damilare carried Emily. He had never touched her in that way before, and a pang of jealousy stirred within.
As they awaited their spacecraft, Matt's keen eye caught a hollow sound emanating from a crack in the ground where the battle had raged. Swiftly, he fired precise laser shots, widening the crack to reveal an underground dungeon. The tracker had been accurate. With Emily and Damilare remaining on the surface, the rest of the team descended into the darkness. The air grew thick with the stench of death.
Beneath the city streets, they discovered a gruesome scene: countless lifeless bodies, likely the missing citizens of Edenwood, thrown aside as if discarded.
Matt's gaze fell upon Emily's lost squad, their suits still intact, but their bodies cold and still.
As they scattered to search for clues, Matt stumbled upon a partly destroyed suit, the emblem on it's chest matching their attackers'. The Singularity Alliance's insignia – an eagle with five golden stars decorated below it. He carefully retrieved the suit as evidence.
Meanwhile, Ike wandered through the sea of corpses, his footsteps echoing off the cold walls. Suddenly, he froze, his eyes locked onto a familiar face.
He gently turned the body over, and his world shattered. Ike's father, his features frozen in eternal silence.
As Ike stumbled backward, the shadows seemed to swallow him whole. His father's face haunted him, a ghostly reminder of the sinister forces at play.
The sound of footsteps echoed, his teammates approaching. But Ike's eyes remained fixed on his father's lifeless face. The Singularity Alliance's emblem seared itself into his mind, a symbol of the horrors to come.
Back on the surface, the spacecraft arrived, its ramp lowering to receive the team and their discoveries. Damilare carefully carried Emily aboard. Together, they departed from the haunting scene below, carrying with them the grim truths uncovered in the depths of Edenwood.
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