The Veil (2)

Blackshot stood from a genuflecting position. His gigantic frame looming from a distance. It was night and the Base of Operation of SpecOps's Paranormal Division was somewhere near. He reverted his form back to normal and searched for his angelic companion that have crash landed somewhere south.

"This is Zuhariel of the Fifth Company, Protektovare, do you copy?" His voice was filled with exhaustion. Blackshot pressed the button of his earpiece and replied.

"Yes, Sergeant. Please, we are not at battle. You may drop the formalities and also come to my position immediately." Blackshot replied as he drew his Blast Rifle and swept the area with a wide arc. His Identifier Device attached on his left shoulder lit green, indicating no enemies in his vicinity.

When the tall Angel appeared behind him, he nodded his greetings and asked him to follow him. Together, they navigated through a maze of trees and avoiding fallen logs and puddles of swamp. Blackshot stopped and set his Blast Rifle to "Stun" as he detected a couple of soldiers in black battle dresses, patrolling nearby.

"Set your Blast Rifle to 'Stun', the base was near." Blackshot hefted his rifle and moved out of cover to meet the two.

"Hey! You shouldn't be here!" One of them yelled as they recognized the fearsome battle armor of a Protectorate. They must have encountered one in their lives.

Blackshot opened fire on the nearest one then dropped the second one with two shots in the chest and once in the head within a split second. He moved across the road, followed by Zuhariel. The Angel heard one of the men's radio crackling.

"Jenkins, what's the status?" Followed by a static. "Jenkins, report!"

"We're screwed." Blackshot muttered as they made a turn to the left where they saw another couple of soldiers walking.

He opened fire on the first one. The second one retaliated back and missed the Protectorate but his bullet scratched the armor of the winged Angel beside him. Zuhariel fired at him with an accurate shot to the forehead. They moved quickly, dropping enemy patrols along the way. Each shot landed on their intended targets without missing until they reached their destination.

A fenced compound that consists of a garage, communications center and a rectangular structure that extends far below underground greeted the eyes of the celestial warriors. The base was the turning point of Earth's global civil war, or was it? The PALADINs could be Earth's answer to end the global communism that is the Black Poison Insurgents but could they defeat Hell's Forces should Demons after Demons invaded it?

The gate fence parted, as if inviting the two guests. Blackshot knew it was a trap and so did Zuhariel but nonetheless, they walked inside. Soon, they found themselves surrounded by battalions of SpecOps soldiers armed with varieties of weaponry, both mundane and extranormal alike. Bright watch lights flooded their surrounding but the irises of Heaven's warriors shifted to allow them vision.

"Surrender now, assholes!" One of them said.

"The bastards," Blackshot muttered. "They had us surrounded. Poor Humans."

"You're really cocky in the face of a weak enemy, huh?" Zuhariel asked.

"Yes. But they were no enemy of ours. Let me negotiate." Blackshot said as he slightly lowered his weapon but kept it ready. "Listen up, I need to speak to Colonel Ackerson. We do not want to destroy this base of yours but we will do it should the need arises."

"Why do we want to do that?" The same voice asked.

"We were your allies, do you not realize that?

"But you just wiped out our Patrol Company when you should have just told one of them!"

"Just give us Ackerson, dammit!" Blackshot yelled in annoyance.

Soon, the watch lights powered down and the men lowered their weapons as a burly man appeared into view, flanked by PALADIN soldiers in equipped with futuristic armors and weaponry.

"How can we be of assistance to our 'guests'?"