*BANG*

*shik…chik...chik…click*

*BANG*

*shik…chik...chik…click*

*BANG*

*shik…chik...chik…click*

Just like a cycle I fire my rifle at the enemy and hit him in the head.

This action causes his brain matter to splatter on his comrades and cause confusion in the small squad of three.

I pull the bolt back and eject the shell.

As the cycle continues I push the bolt forward into the barrel in order to paint the canvas that is the enemy with death.

As the second shot hits the target it goes through his head and into the shoulder of the enemy, thus knocking him down and stunning him in sorrow, pain and the gray-matter from his allies head.

After that the third round from my rifle enters the enemy soldiers head and ends the torture I put him through in the last nine seconds.

For him it must have been a long eternity of him seeing his brothers shot, obliterated, and sprayed all over him, just for the same fate to happen to him.

Without a doubt a very cruel torture to those men but at least it brought me something.

A huge grin appears on my face as I add another kill to my books.

“Damn man, that grin you get after killing could scare the devil Rex.”-???

“What can I say… war is a great thing and it lets me enjoy my favorite past-time while I even get paid for it!”-Rex (Me)

“Seriously man you’re a psycho. Though I say that I do count myself lucky you’re on our side.”-???

“Meh. Just keep paying me and I’ll keep doing what I do. By the way Mark, how many was that so far today?”-Me

“So far today you have 100 infantry, 12 rocket-men, 10 snipers, and six suicide bombers. Though the suicide bombers did end up killing twenty people each, I don’t count that.”-Mark

“Horseshit. I shot the detonators to blow it up, and it did! It should count!” I reply with anger. If those don’t count that means that today is least amount of kills I’ve gotten in all of the two years I’ve been fighting.

I’m sure there’s a vein popping on my forehead, and why wouldn’t there be one?

Not only is he denying my work by more than half he’s turning my pay into a third of what it should be!

“Come on! The boss is gonna kill me if I come back saying you got 242 kills! That’s almost a quarter mil’! Every day you go out to kill you do shit like this! Blade Water would have gone bankrupt because of you if it hadn’t had been that you make a shit ton of money for the company!”-Mark

“I don’t care, it either counts or I’ll pick up the M6 and go down and kill enough to double the amount! Or better yet, I think I’ll do just that.” If he won’t give me what I deserve, then I’ll just earn it again. And again and again.

“Fine, it counts now let’s go to report back.”-Mark

“Kay’, just let me go get their weapons and ammo. Taking the shit always helps and I like adding to my collection too.”-Me

“Fuck man, you’re like a serial killer collecting trophies.”-Mark

“Who’s collecting trophies?! I collect the firearms, blades and ammo in order to stock up on my armory. I don’t even keep the guns you know? I take them apart and normally out of five guns I get enough parts that make up only one decent gun.”

“These fucking freaks don’t even treat their tools of trade correctly!”-Me

What I say is true.

I only do it to combine the guns into one and have one that is properly maintained instead of five poor quality rifles.

“Whatever. I’m hungry so hurry it up. Tonight’s steak, pork, and pasta. No way in fuck am I missing that.”-Mark

Mark is drooling over the thought of food.

Though I can’t blame him at the thought of steak and pork.

We haven’t had any since before we came to this shithole and we’ve only been eating MRE’s and any game or wildlife we find.

Mark Dawson is the guy I joined Blade Water with after I resigned from the navy.

He’s a short guy just under six feet, but can eat more than he should. He’s got black hair in a buzz cut and a square face with black eyes. He’s thirty-two and well-built. Of course we’re mercenaries so being well-built is part of what come’s with it.

“Alright I got the supplies I’m coming over so get the jeep ready.” I answer him as I finish taking the spoils of war from my fallen enemies.

“It’s 2032 and these people are still using AK-47’s. Now I know that these rifles are durable but they’re way outdated. Though still a classic I guess?”-Mark

The date today is March 22, 2032.

Humanity has progressed incredibly far since the earlier years.

Thanks to advances in science and medical fields, doctors came to the conclusion that people will be able live longer than two-hundred years.

The earlier generations only got a fraction of this benefit while those born into this generation or were below their forties were able to reap the benefits quite well.

As if hand in hand, weaponry has advanced as well.

Though mankind still relies on gas-operated firearms that use gunpowder, it’s really to save money.

Whenever a country decides to gets serious though they pull out the big guns like railguns, plasma cannons, and matter bombs.

These advances are a goldmine for people like me who make their living off of weapons, technology and death.

My collection I was referring to earlier is a giant underground warehouse I made a couple years ago.

Its several miles long and is filled with anything you can think of: from weapons to furniture and food.

It’s really my house, but I like to think my real home is on the battlefield.

Quite philosophical if I do say so myself.

My name is Rex Mali.

Age: 27.

Profession: Top Mercenary in Blade Water War Corps.

Old Professions: Waiter. Bouncer. Hunter. Navy Seal. Volunteer Experimenty.

Hair: Black and cut short for military standards.

Eyes: Gold

Height: 6’2

Build: Like a Spartan. (AN: Halo Reference guys.)

Family: Dead/Deceased

Kids: Unknown

Current state: Hungry

My life up until I joined the navy could be described as boring.

I was born in a normal family and raised that way.

That’s what they intended but they instead created a War-Junkie and Death Addict.

Well that’s what the people from my company say.

I was smart in childhood though, as I never killed.

The only time I killed was when I was hunting.

I got so good at it I took it as a job for a bit.

I had others in high school like being a waiter, or odd jobs like lawn-work and fixing cars and weapons.

After high school I joined the navy to become a combat engineer specialist at 18.

I spent five years in the Seals and decided to stop as war wasn’t going on at the time and it was too boring.

I spent a year investing the money I earned and buying property to make my underground warehouse.

After that I spent another year as a subject to experimentation on the terms I could leave whenever I want.

It volunteered for it so they gave the okay, though they probably thought I would die halfway through.

Their goal was to create a super-soldier.

The idea was inspired by games, movies, books and the like.

There were rumors that they were trying to make a light-saber but I still have never seen one.

I somehow survived to their surprise but I didn’t change much.

My muscles got denser and I got a longer lifespan.

That was the extent so their results were disappointing as they couldn’t make a super soldier.

Only a few had the same results as me but not as strong though.

Mark was one of them and that’s where I met him.

After the year of experimenting he invited me to join his mercenary company: Blade Water.

I spent a year going on random suppression missions and then WW3 struck and I was stuck here.

I personally like it, though I just wish there were more things to look at as desert, desert, and more desert is boring after the first week.

The third world war started because several terrorist groups banded together ans took over several countries.

Only America and France fought at first, but it was soon discovered that the terrorist group dubbed the ‘Rebel Army’ by some, started kidnapping kids from everywhere around the world and brainwashing them.

The kidnapped kids either turned into suicide bombers, prostitutes, experimental subjects, or all three.

Now this. This pissed off the whole world. Literally.

I was disgusted when I first heard this as I only like to kill not any of that other shit.

However, when WW3 was announced I was soon rewarded with the best job so far.

Our group was stationed in the most active zone of transport and the hottest combat zone in the whole world.

I soon made a name for myself with this and people referred to me as the ‘Psycho Soldier’ or ‘Psycho Sniper’.

And yes I’m proud of the nicknames. I think they suit me well.

I fully acknowledge that something is wrong with me but I don’t want to fix it.

It brings me one of the few emotions I can feel. Fun.

If you think killing isn’t fun then fuck off and go to visit a serial killer in prison and they’ll say otherwise.

Plus I get paid for this shit. It’s a damn good life and I’m gonna be doing it for a while.

And so now we’re up to this point, with me putting the scavenged weapons in the back of the vehicle and getting in.

“Now that you mention it I’m starved too. Too bad I couldn’t have a snack for those fireworks earlier.”-Me

“By fireworks you mean those guys with C4 strapped to their chests?”-Mark

“Yeah. The boom was great. Made me laugh like no tomorrow. So how many did you get?”-Me

“God you’re a freak. That makes you hungry? And I got 36. Two snipers, a scout and the rest were infantry.”-Mark

“Not bad. Why do you think they’re still using these outdated weapons? I like them personally but they don’t even do maintenance on them. They’re like a shitty street gang with lots of numbers.”-Me

“Hell if I know. I’m pretty sure they’re just sending fodder our way though, instead of their ‘good’ troops but they all seem like idiots to be honest.”-Mark

Really.

All they send is brain-washed suicide bombers or retards who can’t hit anything from ten meters away.

It’s like an insult to me, though not on purpose I guess.

Still!

A little more fun never hurts.

I haven’t even been able to use any knives or blades recently.

I even had two custom machetes made for cutting through Kevlar and flesh.

“Speaking of outdated shit, they still use Kevlar right? Regensuits don’t cost that much do they? It’s only ten grand, right?”-Mark

Fuck are you reading my mind?

“Yeah they are. And I guess they only have a few Regensuits seeing as how companies stopped selling to them after the whole kidnapping thing got uncovered.”-Me

The Regensuits are a suit made from some super strong mix of metal, silk, and plastic that stretches like crazy and regenerates itself.

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It can stop many bullets but the impact can still be felt if it’s one of the lighter versions.

FYI I’m wearing a medium suit. It blocks up to 7.62s and only leaves a bruise but is more expensive and more protective.

It was even more expensive because I wanted it custom made.

“Really now. I wonder if they know the border between stupid and crazy. Cuz they definitely walked into the stupid a while ago.”-Mark

“Yeah. Hey! We’re almost at camp. Get your ID Card ready.”-Me

“Oh yeah. Thanks.”-Mark

The guy is practically a super soldier yet has memory issues.

Why was mine so different? If anything I got more use over my brain along with the extra strength.

We finally arrive and Mark parks the Jeep with the rest.

I start going toward my tent and Mark goes the opposite way.

“Finally! Peace man I’m gonna get something to eat!”-Mark

“See ya. Go report to Captain Raelan after you eat. I’m gotta disassemble these and I’ll join you.”-Me

After I disassemble the rifles I sort the good parts out from the bad.

There are nine AK’s, three hang grenades, three RPKs, two M16A5s, an M4MK2.0, and several RPG’s.

A decent haul out of that number of enemies.

What I have normally equipped is my Custom M6 Carbine.

The M4 is the ancestor of the M6, though the performance is better for the M6, the M4 was still good and some still even use it to this day.

I use a suppressor, angled fore grip, Red dot scope, laser sight, and an adjustable stock.

I carry my two custom machetes on my back like swords and I have over 8 other different knives on me.

The bolt action is use is called the MX Mk 1 Anti-Personnel Sniper Rifle.

I have a bipod, custom stock and several other attachments for it that I haven’t used recently.

I carry two pistols on me also: two M9’s with several attachments for the occasion.

They’re classics like the AK and I like them as they’re quite reliable.

Over the years I’ve picked up some plasma weapons too but I don’t have any on me accept a couple grenades.

Technology is a marvel and a curse.

It brings prosperity but…it always brings something else had in hand.

Catastrophe.

Humans will eventually bite off more they can chew but until then I’ll keep having my fun.

It’s time for some steak.

I haven’t had any in years and I’m going to eat my fill.

As I arrive at the lunch area of the camp I spot Mark with some others from the same squad.

“Hey Rex over here!”-???

“Let me get some food first.”-Me

After I get four giant steaks I head over to the table.

“Sup guys. How’s the food?”-Me

““Best thing I’ve eaten in years.””-???

At the table there are two others beside Mark and me.

The first one is a giant among men standing at seven feet tall.

His name’s Andre Braak.

He’s black, has black eyes, and a scar going over his face on his cheek from shrapnel, he has dreads and is a pretty cool guy as long as you don’t piss him off.

He’s part of the Vanguard in formation and wears the heavy armor version of the Regensuits.

The heavy armor is much more powerful than the others.

It takes enormous strength to be able to use it on a human and not a cyborg or android but it can stop 40 mm canon shells.

It’s a near indestructible suit unless you know where the weak points are.

He’s part of our squad, and his partner in the squad is the guy next to him: Karack Lee.

Karack is the same height as me just more slim and skinny.

He uses light are armor and focuses more on scouting and reconnaissance and he’s a sneaky little shit.

Fast as hell too.

His normal speed without assistance is great but when he uses mechanical leg brace enhancers to help with his speed, he can fly for a short time.

He has brown hair and brown eyes and is Korean and American.

These guys including me make up our four man squad.

We’re all people who volunteered for physical enhancement experimentation to create super soldiers.

We all got something different out of it.

Besides increased strength that surpasses what humans can do I got increased mental capacity and rein over my brain.

I basically got really smart.

Mark gained slightly more strength but his muscles condensed and became almost impenetrable by smaller caliber rounds.

He also got increased hand-eye coordination just not as good as mine.

He does forget stuff sometimes though, so I guess it’s a tradeoff for being a jack of all trades.

Andre got mass muscle condensing, bone strengthening, and pretty much everything else that strengthens a body, including more stamina but he isn’t very fast as he is mainly a big lump of muscle.

Karack got enhanced speed, hand-eye coordination, and increased kinetic vision.

The increased vision allows him to keep up with his insane speed.

While I was explaining this to no one in particular we all finished eating.

I sent my weapons out before I ate so we were going to report to Captain Raelan.

After we were done reporting we got some surprising news.

“Alright, good job today but I have some new orders.” Captain Raelan

“Huh? I thought we were done for today?”-Mark

“Shut up Mark. You guys are going to secure a position as an advance scout so we can set up a base of operations in the hot zone.”- Raelan

“Woo Hoo! Today was pretty boring anyways. When do we leave?”-Me

This is gonna be fun.

“Wait! We finally got permission to advance and get out of this dust bowl? Can’t we do it after we get some rest; we’re pretty tired from today’s missions.”-Mark

Fuck you and don’t keep me from my fun!

“Yes we got permission and no you will be moving out three hours after you’re all set and equipped. You’re going to be securing a Base of operations so take one of the AADVs and load it up with supplies and ammo. You’re gonna need it.”-Raelan

“Yes, sir.”-Me

So gonna be fun.

Plus we’re the advance scout!

We get all the fun to ourselves at first!

Oh by the way, Karack and Andre had the same mission we had just in a different area.

“Well let’s get ready. Load up on some rations, defensive equipment, weapons, ammo, explosives, and communication equipment.”-Me

“”“Roger.”””-My squad

The AADV stands for Armored Assault and Defense Vehicle.

It’s like a bigger version of an LAV (Light Armored Vehicle) just more like a mobile command center rather than a tank.

It has insane armor and is almost indestructible.

The weapons mounted on the AADV are several remote operated 7.62 miniguns, two 20 mm rocket pods, and a Railgun for taking out heavily armored vehicles, force fields, or buildings.

Its max speed is 45 mph, which may not seem like a lot bot it’s the size of a house.

(AN: Okay the best way to picture this would be the mammoth from halo 4, just not so much useless shit in there cluttering stuff up.Really like a rolling armored apartment.)

The AADV has facilities for housing in case of…well if shit hits the fan or some other reason.

It also has an AI that helps with maintaining the thing and other AI stuff.

The vehicle has several Super panels for solar energy that are stored away until it needs to charge, which is once a week.

Everything is loaded up and a few more extras than needed, but it’s always best for those unexpected moments.

“Good to go?”-Me

“Yeah, everything all set up and good. I even snuck some steaks and pork in the fridge.”-Mark

“Good job! Since we’re all set let’s head out and get ready to have some fun!”-Me

The drive there is gonna take a while.

It’s at least thirty miles away with rough terrain and we’re in an armored apartment complex.

*Sigh…*

“Oh well. I guess it’s the calm before the storm right guys?”-Me

“You know it. This is gonna knock shit way into the sky and it’s gonna be fun as fuck.”-Andre

Mark and Karack don’t dislike conflict.

In fact they like it, they just don’t like it as much as me and Andre.

I like killing and he likes smashing shit up and breaking everything from the enemy to their vehicles and nearby buildings.

The term ‘Hulk Smash’ fits quite well.

***Three hours later***

“Finally!”-Me

It’s been soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo boring.

I feel I could have run there faster and I know Karack could have.

The hot zone’s in sight and so are the three missiles in the sky…huh?

“Hey what the fuck are those?!”-Me

That grabbed everyone’s attention and they see the missiles… and are going pale.

“Praesidium! Hey Prae! What are those?!”-Mark

Praesidium is the AI in the AADV.

“From the sensors one of the missiles is a Nuclear War Head, probably launched by the ‘Rebels’. Another one is a Mass Plasma Missile. The last is… I don’t know. It seems to be a new weapon developed by the U.S. It holds ridiculous energy readings though. I suggest turning around and retreating. This are will be a crater soon. Actually I advise setting up defense her for now, and activating the force shield at maximum output in an attempt to maybe block out the blast. Even if we ran we would be in it still and defenseless. At least this way we have defenses and we’ll still be on the outskirts of the blast.”-Prae

Fuck. We’re so fucked. Fuck!

“Alright we’ll go with option two. We won’t get very far in this thing anyway. Prepare and activate the shields.”-Me

“Understood sir.”-Prae

With the shields set up the armor system goes into full defense mode.

As the blast shutters shut I see the missiles impact in mid-air and the blast coming towards us quickly.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

With all we can do we sit there waiting for the results.

Me thinking about what could happen and how to survive this if at all possible.

Karack is doing maintenance on his Booster braces while looking nervous and fidgety.

Andre is sitting in a chair waiting with sweat on his head.

Mark… Mark is chowing down on cold steak and pork.

“Fatass… even now.”-Me

“Mhhm hmm um hm!”-Mark

*WOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHH*

Well let’s see if we die or not.

I'm not stopping or abandoning my other fanfic.

Some shit came up in RL and i've been too busy to finish it.

This one was closer to being finished and so is another story I thought up so i'll post it in that order...probably.

I swear i'll update more for my other story and this one if people like this one when i'm done with my Research Paper for Humanities.

Also if anyone could tell me how to make tables that would be awesome.

It'd be useful to learn for everything i write.