บท 27: Chapter 27: The Descent into the Hive
"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."
The team stood on the threshold, the wide, black maw of the Hive before them like the gaping jaws of some hungry beast. Alice blinked into the darkness, willing her eyes to adjust faster. The air was thick, heavy with the tang of metal and something else—something acrid, like burnt ozone mixed with decay. Her fingers brushed the cool grip of her Beretta, her mind thrumming with fragmented images. Echoes of screams, flashes of white corridors slick with blood, and the stench of chemicals assaulted her senses, but she shoved them away, locking them in a box deep within her mind.
She glanced at Ethan beside her, his face an unreadable mask. For a moment, their eyes met—hers, a stormy blue, his, dark as midnight. There was a flicker of something between them, a fleeting connection. His nod was almost imperceptible, but she felt it like a jolt of electricity. Whatever was down there, they would face it together. No turning back now.
Ethan's voice, cool and measured, cut through the silence. "Stay sharp. We move in pairs. No one strays, no heroics." He shifted his grip on his HK416, the weapon sleek and lethal in his hands. His mind ran over the tactical layout like a drill sergeant's whip, snapping out potential entry points, fallback routes, and zones of fire. The cold, analytical part of his brain was in control—every noise, every shadow was a piece in a deadly puzzle he was determined to solve.
Shade was the first to move. The veteran commander's steps were silent, his MP5A3 held close to his body, ready to swing into action at a moment's notice. He scanned the entrance with narrowed eyes, every muscle in his body taut with readiness. His jaw clenched, and he could feel the weight of ghosts on his shoulders—men and women he'd led into places like this who never made it out. "Stick to the plan," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His grip tightened around his weapon. "We move fast, and we move smart."
Rain brought up the rear, her H&K MP7 cradled against her chest, her eyes flicking between her teammates. The faintest rustle of cloth, the creak of boots on metal—each sound was a potential threat. She could feel the tension rippling through the group, and her instincts screamed at her that this wasn't right, that they were walking straight into something they couldn't see. "Keep it tight," she hissed. "Eyes open, and don't get too comfortable."
Kaplan's heart hammered in his chest. His hands were slick with sweat, his M4A1 heavy and alien in his grip. He could barely keep his breathing steady, his mind racing with half-remembered protocols and frantic mantras. He caught Rain's glance, and her nod gave him a sliver of reassurance, but it was thin and fragile. He took a deep breath, forcing the air into his lungs. His finger brushed the trigger guard, and he swallowed hard. Just another mission. Just another mission.
Behind them, the massive steel doors began to slide shut with a groan that echoed through the hollow chamber. The sound was final, like a judge's gavel slamming down. They were sealed in.
Ethan's voice cut through the darkness again. "Lights."
Night vision goggles snapped into place, painting the world in ghostly shades of green. The team moved forward, weapons raised, eyes scanning every inch of the blackened corridor. The air grew colder as they descended, the sterile scent of the Hive replaced by something far more sinister—rot, and the unmistakable stench of death.
Alice's breath caught as a vivid memory slammed into her like a freight train: dark figures moving through the corridors, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light. She blinked hard, shaking her head to clear it. Whatever was down there, whatever lurked in the shadows, she would face it head-on. She felt the comforting weight of her Beretta, the metal cool against her palm. Her thumb flicked the safety off.
The descent felt endless, the darkness pressing in from all sides. Ethan took point, his movements precise and controlled, his every sense attuned to the environment around him. His past training echoed in his mind—remember the pain, remember the lessons. He suppressed the memory of a dimly lit room, the smell of his own blood, the relentless drills. Focus on the mission. Keep the team alive.
Shade moved beside him, his breath steady and even, eyes darting from shadow to shadow. He could feel the old aches in his bones, the scars pulling tight. This place was a tomb, and they were the intruders. His instincts screamed at him to turn back, but he pushed them down, hard. "Eyes front," he growled, his voice like gravel grinding underfoot.
Rain's fingers tightened around her weapon as she scanned the walls, half-expecting something to lunge out from the darkness. Her breath fogged in the cold air. She glanced back at Kaplan, who was struggling to keep his breathing steady. "Kaplan, stay with me," she whispered, her tone firm but not unkind. "We get through this, you hear?"
Kaplan nodded, his mouth dry, his knuckles white around his rifle's grip. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you," he muttered, his voice barely more than a breath. He forced himself to take another deep breath, to steady the trembling in his hands. He couldn't screw this up. Not here, not now.
Miller moved beside Davis, his steps quick and sure, eyes darting from side to side. The tension was a living thing in the air, thick and suffocating. "I don't like this," he whispered. "Feels like we're being watched."
Davis grunted, his voice low. "We probably are. Keep your eyes open. No mistakes."
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the walls pressing in, the silence heavy and oppressive. Then, from somewhere deep within the Hive, a sound—a metallic scrape, distant and faint, but unmistakable. The team froze, every muscle tense, weapons raised, ears straining.
"Did you hear that?" Kaplan whispered, his voice trembling.
A collective nod. They had all heard it. The sound of something moving in the dark, something that did not belong. Shade's eyes narrowed. "Stay close," he muttered. "We're not alone."
They waited, breaths held, hearts pounding, as the sound faded into the silence once more. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their own breathing, the faint hum of their gear. Then, without warning, a low, guttural growl echoed through the corridor.
The team exchanged glances, their expressions grim and determined. Whatever was down there, whatever was lurking in the shadows, they were ready to face it. Together.
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