Night Raid

Who am I, I thought to myself as I wondered about my existence. There are many different ways to alter someone's memories or erase them all together. But this seemed different, specific memories seemed to have been removed.

All the memories pertaining to my individuality were gone, why would someone do this. This seems too precise to be some kind of accident, maybe I was injured fighting for Prometheus but once again that doesn't explain the specific memory loss. And not only that but I couldn't have been an ally of Prometheus, because I was clearly sent to that facility to be disposed of.

Well one thing was for sure, racking my brain and making all these wild guesses wasn't really doing any good. If I want solid answers, I need to get back into that base but that would be foolish after all that effort to escape, just waltzing back into a potential enemy base.

"So, you won't tell me your name" pouted Lizzy as she stared into the eyes of the boy in front of her.

I had forgotten about her, I was completely lost in thought. How am I supposed to tell her I don't know my name. Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out an id card and handed it to her. This wasn't my name but this will have to do for now, with an inability to communicate verbally and no idea what else to do I figured lying couldn't hurt.

"Ohh, your name is Roman, that's nice. Like the ancient civilization. Interesting" she said as she returned my card to me. "Granny, cooked so come down stairs if you feel up to it" she smiled as she go up and exited the room leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sat up and hung my feet off the bed, what would be the next logical move I thought. Obviously escaping is priority but to where, I know about the geography of the land but what about other civilizations and then there was also the problems of breaches attacking me outside of these walls.

Honestly this wasn't the time to think about that, right now I need to survive and that means not starving so I should probably get some of that food, I thought as I put on a clean black shirt someone had left for me.

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[A man in surrounded by darkness, sitting in a dimly lit tent]

"We are atleast 6 hours away, and if you send a helicopter from base a few of us could be back in 3 hours. But this area is still crawling with breaches and pulling out now could result in much higher casualties that usual" replied the man over the phone.

This was Jason, he is the General of the Ares division. He and his group were responsible for the offense and defensive efforts of the this Prometheus branch. Right now the breaches were pushing closer to the Red River settlement, where the Prometheus branch is located. So he took his elite team as well as some ground troops to eradicate this threat.

He nodded his head as a voice spoke to him over the phone. "How dangerous is this escaped specimen of that damned doctor, if it is on the same level of his other failures then the guys left at base should be more than able to handle this" he spoke into the phone confidently.

It was definitely weird to hear the council get this riled up over anything, especially an expirament that crawled from Regor's lab he thought to himself. "You know what, I think I will let the Night Raid guys handle this. They are more than capable, send me the tracker location and I will pass on the mission to them. It won't take me much longer here, I should be back before nightfall" said the commander as he hung up.

He outed his cigar as a wicked smile spread across his scarred face. Regor had promised that if he perfected his latest experiment, then soldiers would be able to reach a whole new level of combat and Regor even had the balls to claim he could transcend mortality itself.

What a joke huh, these great warriors he wanted to create could not even last 5 minutes against anyone from his elite squad. But still if one of them were able to escape and take out the whole cleaner crew, he must be stronger atleast than all his brothers Jason reasoned to himself. I'll have to finish up here quickly if I want to go back and fight this new warrior, he thought with fierce determination. He got up and left the tent grabbing a gun that was leaning against the wall.

This was his pride and joy, the Tesla. It looked like a run off the mill hand held submachine gun, with two thick silver rods sticking out the front. Just like the name suggested, it able to generate large amounts of electricity, up to 50,000 Kilojoules, using millions of electron gradient generators. And all the charge is stored into 1 by 1 ft lithium ion battery. The rods in the front was made of silver to focus the energy, without it the electricity beam would not be focused and would go towards the nearest grounding agent, meaning anything metal. This beauty is thanks to the great work of the Vulcan division and the Athen division.

The vulcan division, handled the building and assembly of weapons for fighting breaches. They mostly manufacture guns but every once in a while they come out with something really powerful but expensive thanks to information from the Athens division. The Athens division on the other hand is responsible for research and information regarding, breaches, the rift and the world that may be on the other side.

After experimenting with many breaches, Athens discovered that Breaches were cellar based just like every other know organism. There were significant differences like cell wall composition, cellular proteins and enzymes but the most important take away is that they were susceptible on a cellular level to the same things we were, like extreme heat and cold. With this information Vulan went ahead and build the tesla, which revolutionized fighting breaches even though they were only able to produce one due to how expensive it is to make but with just this one weapon and some flamethrowers, the breaches were able to be pushed back time and time again.

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[General Jason has already passed on the mission to Night Raid. A black armored jeep leaves the Prometheus base and heads towards the town].

"It is quite strange for them to deploy us in the day isn't it, and just as we got back from the last mission too. What a drag" complained a voice from the back seat of the jeep.

"Be quite Gray, and stop complaining. This is a simple recovery mission, this won't take long and if we hurry back maybe he can get some food on the way back" smiled another man as he licked his lips.

"Guys, get serious. It may just be one of Dr. Regors expiraments but we can never be too careful" said the man in the driver seat annoyed by his teams lackadaisical attitude.

"Yes, sir" they shouted in unison mocking their leader, Gray nodded of and went to sleep and Red began daydreaming about lunch. Black sighed, when he noticed neither of the teammates were paying attention.

This was Night Raid, though they seemed disfunction and highly incompatible they were a solid team. Night Raid, can be more or less considered the delicate situation experts. This team handled information gathering, resonance, personell retrieval and assassination. They do not fight breach, the mostly deal with rival organizations and more or less specialized in human hunting.

Due to the teams covert roles, they are mostly deployed at nighttime for secrecy and efficiency. Being such a covert unit they didn't carry heavy artillery like the rest of Ares, instead they carried silenced pistols and an assortment of bladed weapons, they were also proficient in unarmed combat.

The team was a three personnel unit. There was Silver fang, who was as lazy as one could get. His hobbies are sleeping and trying to find good places to sleep, he is rarely ever motivated to do anything but always gets it done whether it is a drag or not, the rest of his teammates call him grey.

Then there was Crimson fang, this is the foodie of the group his every waking moment is consumed by the thought of food. He loves eating, no matter what it is but his favorite is ramen and his insane metabolism make him just a fit as the rest of the team, the others call him red.

And finally there was the leader of the group Midnight fang, who is just called black by his group. This is the ideal play by the book soldier, he believes absolutely in superiority by rank and lives his life planned out to the tea. Everything about his life is structured and he has super compulsive OCD, the world must be perfect for him.

"Squad, look alive the target is right up ahead, according to the weapon tracker he is in one of these buildings" said black very authoritatively as he looked ahead. Red and Grey faces changed and they got serious, they have never lost nor failed a mission. They were the most effective silent squad in the organization and it showed on their faces. They never underestimate the opponent and this was no exception, they were ready for anything.