The Shadow of Sirius

[Crysis]

The pair sat for a quick few bites of the loaf before taking some water into their bio suit hydro-vascular system which allowed them to hydrate without having to drink over a longer period of time through a more efficient fluid release system. They left as quickly as they entered leaving the door tightly sealed behind them.

A day had gone by, trekking through the forests of nothingness, white… everywhere white… trees, more trees… It’s all the same, but the two know their way, it almost feels ingrained in their minds and bodies, one with the surroundings. They spotted an enclave with a number of guards in the morning, but they couldn’t approach just yet, it was too bright, they returned in the dark of the night. They were about to begin the events of the night before spotting a shadow lurking on the opposite side of the camp. The camp was built of three smaller huts with a fire outside in the snow accompanied by a parked SUV, seven men guarded the outpost. The shadows on the other side must have been the one of the others, they both climbed a tree and remained perched, watching. The next few seconds were like a third person view of what they had learnt being put to action and coming to a cold end moments after. The shadow crept behind the vehicle, with a whistle it had the attention of the men, the manner it moved, it was a girl, sleek and catlike as she rolled up the back of the SUV onto its top where she lay motionless and slid round the front now behind two of the men. In an instant she had sliced ones throat from behind her hand covering his mouth as she lay him down quietly, in a leap she was on the back of the man before her, laying into him with her blade into the back of his neck, his corpse lay still, bleeding out a dark red pool melting the pure white snow around him. She rolled under the truck and watched a third man approach, as he stood by the first man, he fell solid onto his knees she had sliced his Achilles tendon, his weight bringing him onto his back where he was swiftly finished with a stab in the throat. She made her way to the first hut, banging was heard, and gunfire, the two watched their hands dug into the branch beneath them, anxious. A fourth man pushed the door open enough for them to look in, he kicked out the corpse of a young woman, a number of holes placed in her head, he then dragged out a bleeding guard, a gushing wound in his ribs, he twitched violently before laying at rest. The snow was a bloodied mess. He called out as the other three approached their hands to their heads before quickly drawing their weapons looking out into the forest. Reiner and Erich dropped down, sinking into the snow softly, they parted ways. Erich signalled with a flash of his red light from his helmet from across the camp, the men turned in his direction immediately opening fire, before they knew it Reiner came silently from behind sprinting as fast as he could lowering himself to a slide on his left knee his right left stretched out in a skid as he sliced the first man at the back of the leg driving him to the ground, he then spun in a one-eighty as he swiped the second off to the ground with his arm striking the heel and driving an overheard strike to the chest, blade in hand finishing him before quickly making haste of the writhing, moaning guard at his side with a precise cut at the jugular bleeding him out in seconds. At the same time Reiner had gone forward and all three men had turned Erich too had sprung catching the last remaining man mid-turn to face Reiner being caught from behind. The massacre at the camp had them adrenaline filled. Reiner felt a warm rush within him soon turn cold as remorse left him entirely. They took the SUV and made up the road where they found a hangar and a freight train. Erich pointed at the craft as he looked at Reiner with a smile.

“Now or never mate, now or never…” Erich laughed as they approached it.

The two entered the craft, Erich took over the engineering and mapping, Reiner sat at the control seat. Ascending far too quickly, the pair launched the ship into an upward strafe smashing the roof of the hangar and allowing the mess of scrap metal out. They rose above the vast forest and found themselves hovering above the tree tops in the dark of night without a single signal light on risking a crash or worse death. Erich navigated them to the nearest refuel point where the two found a smuggler repairing a damaged thruster. It’s fair to say it was a clear method out of this place, and it was pretty undetectable, the pair had a lovely conversation with the owner and made an arrangement over the very dodgy civilian train as they made their way on their own for the stars.