Into the Abyss

[TheOrangeButterfly]

Johannes was thrown out of the Storm with force. He plunged down the side of the watchtower, managing to land on one of the gutters of the building. He swooped down into the watchtower, a building that felt highly unstable. His heart was pounding, adrenaline going a mile a minute. He looked out from the higher-ground he had landed on. He checked his gear. One of his side-arms snapped off when he hit the top of the roof, meaning it was somewhere on the ground below him.

This was worrying, but nothing that he couldn't handle. He still had all the guns he required to hopefully take on everything that he was about to come up against. He began viewing the surrounding terrain, trying to make marks of what was where. He saw the objective complex, not exactly a close site. It would be tricky making it past some of the defenses of whatever he was up against. Johannes was kneeling now, checking his rifle one last time before he walked down the stairs of the watchtower. He looked outside the door, alert. He didn't want anything getting the jump on him. The ground looked solid, damp. Perhaps slightly muddy. Nothing his combat boots couldn't handle.

Having observed the cover from the tower, he started trying to plot a course where he wasn't exposed in the open as much as possible. Every second he was exposed was another second the enemy had to train onto his position. Every second he gave away his position was one more second he could get shot. He had to keep moving, keep in cover, and only shoot when needed. One shot gave them a direction, two shots gave them a position. His Hessian training was kicking in. Having gone through officer training, each pilot knew the basics of ground warfare in case they were ever called up to raid a station.

Simplicity. Think simple. Don't get killed. Move. Stay alert. Never get complacent. You will see your family again. These thoughts were what Claus was experiencing.

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