Lately ive been seeing a lot of ‘stories’ i guess, fan fics. But mostly about maplestory. Well, here is something a little different. Though the game is set as SOCOM, it’s set in CS style.

the Honorific

My name is Farthel. Im part of an elite counter-terrorism unit. We are sent in to deal with the usual– bomb threats and drastic hostage ‘negotiation’. I lead a team of four, five including me. My team is Beta Team, just one of a large group of counter terrorist teams sent in to deal with threats. We are known as CTAR, or Counter Terrorism Assault and Rescue. The danger my team and I face on the job is very real. We are armed with real weapons, and the enemy will always be returning the favor.

I pressed in against the small space against the wall. I sensed someone nearby. Barely discernable footsteps. Heavy breathing. A shadow on the ground. I readied my H&K MP5 submachine gun. I sucked in my breath as the figure passed by my hiding spot. As soon as the figure passed me, I sprung out and beat him over the head with the stock of my SMG. I would gladly have shot him; one less terrorist meant less danger. But my team had been sent in without any intel. I needed to find out about this operation we had been told about. I dragged the terrorist’s limp body into a storage booth. I was willing to wait as long as I had to for this guy to wake up. The information he gave me could be useful. I grabbed his rifle. It was the first good look at what kind of weapons my team could expect fire from. It was an odd looking automatic rifle, but I recognized it as a Steyr. I was nervous for a moment. It meant we could expect fire from a high caliber rifle. I quickly shook it off. I removed the clip in the rifle and stuffed it into my ammo pocket. Then, I flicked the safety on and stuffed the Steyr into a cupboard and locked it. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked down.

“Who are you?” the terrorist asked.

“Well, I could be a friends or a terrible enemy, depending,” I replied, pointing my SMG at him. “What is this talk of a bombing operation?”

“I ain’t telling you squat.”

I removed my helmet. The man looked visibly terrified at the sight of a long jagged scar across my face, beginning on my left cheek that went up over the bridge of my nose and ended at my right temple. It was a souvenir I got from an encounter with a crazed convict wielding a knife.

“Do I like like someone you want to mess with?” I asked in a dangerous voice. I switched the safety switch on my SMG to ‘off’, but he wouldn’t know that.

“Don’t shoot! All I know is that they’re planning to put a bomb in this building, somewhere in the basement levels. I have no idea where! I don’t even know what this building is.”

My heart froze. They knew about the storage of a viral infectant in this building. A bomb could effectively turn this entire building into a bio weapon.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yes! I swear!”

Somehow, I didn’t believe him. But he had said enough. I hit him on the head again, and then injected him with enough tranquilizer to keep him down for a long time. A quick search revealed two more clips of ammunition for the Steyr. I pocketed those. then I walked out of the closet and locked it from the outside. I hit the ‘send’ switch on my radio, and changed the setting to broadcast to all nearby radios.

“All teams be advised: There has been a confirmed bomb threat. Possible bombsites include the basement levels. I repeat, there has been a confirmed bomb threat; possibilities of bomb placement include basement levels.”

I flicked the safety on the MP5 to ON. Suddenly, I spun around. I heard voices. Rough voices, speaking too low for me to hear clearly, coming up the steps. I was on the third floor, the nearest friendly was on the floor below me.