TC Fiction [Insurgence] Part 3

Day 1,303, 18:24 • Published in USA USA • by Zachary Parsons



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Time: 01:00
Date: 6/18/2013
13 hours before the bombs
OSS Operation
Juan
Q-Tip

Q-Tip and I were tailing a Spanish Governor deep inside the intricate alley ways in Mexico City; something was very sour with these Diplomats. Our orders; follow and silently protect the Spanish Governor, gather Intel on any sort of attack on American soil, and the Spanish Army. Finally, if Intel arises, apprehend the Spanish Governor and General. We kept low key, hiding and locating possible tactical and evac locations. The more we followed, the seedier the slums got, and the more dangerous the people became. Gunshots and Mexican gangsters filled the streets, I made sure that my ammo and weapons were still close when the Governor went into a bar and sat near the Spanish General “hmmm…Q-Tip, take upstairs and I will sit at the bar, gather intell…follow the plan” I whispered to Q-Tip as we split up. I clicked a button on my glasses and observed my surroundings…everyone was carrying weapons, I looked to Q-Tip and he nodded in confirmation and planted the spike as he engaged in conversation with a very good looking young Latin woman. I took a seat at the bar and ordered myself a drink and casually talked with the bartender.
Meanwhile

Time: 01:00
Date: 6/18/2013
13 Hours before the bombs/Over Mexico City

Ninja
Andy

Andy and I were monotiring the situation inside Mexico City, when transmission went dark with two of our contacts inside of the government, “Andy we drop in in 5…be ready.” I said as I pulled on my mask and loaded up our weapons, the reason we now have to drop into the damn building is this; Inside there are two documents that hold information on a new program they intend to sell to Spain, supposedly the info is on some new type of drug that can make any living person into a killing machine…long story short we need this info, we sent in four agents, 2 local, 2 from our own country…we lost contact with the locals about ten minutes ago so now it is our turn. “Ninja we have visual on drop zone time to go.” Said our pilot over the loudspeaker, I grabbed my pack as Andy stood up and nodded to me as he shut his laptop. We headed to the back as the door began to open, we waited as the speaker came out again “go ahead, make the drop.” So me and Andy casually jumped out of the plane like it was another day at the office…little did we know that soon…this would be a nightmare…
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Back down in the bar

Q-Tip nodded to me as he picked up the spike, the men at the table got up and shook hands and they each walked away without a word. There was something on the table that caught out attention though, I got up and headed to the table and examined the object. I looked around as the crowd inside the bar, 15 men to be exact began to draw their weapons. I saw a note under the object that read “good job American dog…you are now…mincemeat.” I threw it down as I looked up to see Q-Tip draw his signature dual Colt .45 revolvers as I drew out my Extended magazine Desert Eagle and began the shootout. Q-Tip dived off the balcony and I heard him unload 12 rounds, each hitting their targets dead between the eyes, I saw him hit the ground as I stood up and took down the remaining 3 targets with ease. “Well now Q…I was beginning to think that this was going to be boring.” All of a sudden the bartender got back up and blasted a round into Q-Tips chest, I whipped around and snapped a final round into the bartenders head and he simply exploded. I rushed over to Q-Tips side as he spat blood…”Tip you gonna be ok bro” I said as he simply laughed and opened his jacket to reveal that he had only been clipped, “ah you know me, lucky SOB.” He said as I helped him up as we went to retrieve the object we heard a click and gas started to fill the room, we ran out putting our masks on as we did when we heard a low grumble and moan seep through the door of the bar, I looked back to see one of the people I shot stumble out of the bar “Q-Tip…we have a problem…” I said as we both stopped in our tracks to turn around…what we saw was the most horrifying thing in the entire universe…the people we just shot dead are all walking again… and they looked hungry…

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