Chapter 1

Town of Loon, Maghanay Province,

Rotonda Island, Cornalian Region

04/04/2095 C.T.

0400 Hours

Andre Wilson, a marksman of sergeant rank, couldn't sleep. He had an average build and height of five feet and nine inches. Unable to shave his face and cut his hair, it added to his discomfort. The stench of his uniform did not help either.

Andre was part of a mercenary company, Valhalla limited. He was included in a platoon sent to deescalate a feud between two local militias. Aside from the primary mission, they were also to protect their client's interest in the area.

Forcefully closing his eyes, his head only ached. It was as if his body wanted to stay awake. Thinking that it may be the concoction of drinks he may have brewed that caused it. Rose up and decided to clear the caffeine from his system.

"I shouldn't have drank that…" Andre said, looking for a glass of milk on his rations.

He grumbled upon not seeing any. His brown eyes with his dilated pupils adjusted to the minimal light in the jungle. Dawn is almost near, looking at his watch.

"Two hours away, eh?" Andre sighed.

While staring blankly at the bonfire, several meters away from him. An explosion suddenly rocked the left flank of their camp. Radio chatter crackled as the Lieutenant barked orders, coordinating his platoon's defenses.

The river provided strategic cover for the platoon. It protected the eastern flank from attacks. The southern and the northern flanks were protected by the dense foliage of the jungle.

"At this time, really!?" Andre exclaimed.

"Now is not the time, Andre!" A fellow sergeant grabbed Andre by the collar and continued, "The lieutenant wants a marksman to protect the southern flank. You go there!"

"I didn't hear that order!" Andre protested, but fell on deaf ears.

"I am a rank above you! Go deal with them or we will all die here!" The sergeant dragged Andre.

"Fine… fine, I'll do it!" Andre gave in and grabbed his PAVAR 8 mm Designated Marksman Rifle and headed to the southern flank.

The chilly night breeze met his face as he rushed towards his objective. Andre's comrades were pinned. They took cover from endless machine gun fire.

"Get to cover!" One of Andre's comrades said, grabbing him down to the foxhole.

The loud gunfire almost deafened Andre, covering his ears with his both of his hands. His comrade, a rank of a private, returned fire with disciplined bursts. Attracting the machine gun fire towards them.

Seeing how dire the situation was, Andre decided to leap out from the foxhole and find a vantage point. Seeing this, the other mercenaries hidden in their foxholes provided cover fire for Andre.

"Covering fire!" The mercenaries yelled in unison.

Andre was able to run unscathed, venturing to a huge tree. Seeing it as a vantage point, he climbed the tree, slinging his rifle at his back. Two other mercenaries that followed him secured the base of the tree.

Another mercenary followed and became his spotter. As they reached the sturdiest and the largest branch on the tree. Andre trained his sights to seek for his opponents.

The spotter told Andre where the enemy was, raining fire on their comrades who were still dug in their foxholes. Training down his sights, Andre calculated the distance and the elements that would give him an accurate shot.

As the spotter declared that he's clear to fire. Andre squeezed the trigger calmly. The bullet from his rifle precisely hit the enemy, manning the machine gun between his eyes. Knocking him down to the ground.

After taking down the enemy, the loud sonic boom from the rifle's muzzle sounded like thunder. Andre once again trained his sight to another enemy that was beside the dead machine gunner. Eliminating him and the others one by one in an orderly manner.

The enemy, seeing their comrades, shot one by one from an unknown enemy, decided to take cover from the rocks and boulders. As they tried to slip their heads to peek, Andre easily hit them with his precision.

As the spotter saw that most of the enemies were taken care of. He became complacent and took the binoculars off. He suddenly heard of a zipping sound passing by him.

"Andre, I am spotted!" The mercenary said.

"I'll take care of it!" Andre replied, spotted the enemy sniper at three hundred meters away.

As Andre again squeezed the trigger, the sound of the shot resonated in the area. The enemy sniper was hit on his head and immediately fell to the ground. The rest of the enemy militia ran away after the scene.

Seeing the enemy flee, Andre removed the sights of his rifle from his eye. Resting his body from a crouched position and relaxed. He slung his rifle at his back and glanced at his spotter to thank him.

However, the headless body of his spotter surprised him. The body then fell to the ground and Andre's comrades below screamed on the radio.

"Enemy Bio-Weapons! Terror class!" A corporal shouted, raining fire on the huge humanoid bio weapon.

The bio-weapon effortlessly shrugged the mercenaries' weapons and advanced. One of them, locating Andre from the tree, grabbed a boulder from the ground and hurled it towards him. The boulder landed on the tree that caused it to shake.

Andre was losing balance as the three rocking its branches. The bio weapon continuedly hurled rocks towards Andre's position until a rock hit the branch where Andre was positioned. The huge branch broke and Andre luckily survived the fall.

"What gives? This is not what we're paid for! Run for your lives!" A mercenary ran, only to get himself hit by a boulder from his back, crushing his body.

Andre, recovering from his fall, stood up. He hid behind the boulder next to the tree. From the numbers of the Bio Weapons unleased, he estimated them to be at least five.

Charging head on is out of the question. Andre thought and looked around for any chances he could fight back. While some of his comrades fought back in desperation, Andre could only witness them getting killed one by one.

Fighting his way out is the only way Andre knew to get out of the situation. However, his weapons were not enough to deal with the towering Bio Weapons in front of him. The situation was desperate, and he knew that if he were to die there; he had to fight to the last inch and to every ability.