Shredding Through the Battlefield

Bao exhaled slowly, his heartbeat steady as he settled into position on the high ridge overlooking the compound. The railgun rested perfectly against his shoulder, its weight now familiar.

Below them, the platoon was moving in, pushing toward the fortified walls, using cover wherever they could. The enemy had regrouped and set up defensive positions—machine gun nests, barricades, and snipers positioned in elevated guard towers.

None of that mattered.

Not when Bao and Desmond had the most advanced weapons on the battlefield.

"Des, you ready?" Bao asked, sighting down the barrel, locking onto the thick steel barricade set up near the main entrance.

"I was born ready," Desmond replied, already charging his shot.

A low, deep hum filled the air as their railguns powered up. The electromagnetic coils glowed faintly, the ambient charge crackling in the air.

BOOM.

Desmond fired first.

The tungsten round tore through the metal barricade like it was made of paper, sending shards of molten steel flying in all directions. The explosion of force sent enemy soldiers reeling, some crushed under the collapsing debris.

A second later, Bao followed.

BOOM.

His shot struck a guard tower, where a sniper had been lining up a shot. The round didn't just hit, it obliterated. The upper section of the tower disintegrated, a massive chunk of concrete and metal sent flying dozens of meters away. The sniper? Gone.

"Command, you seeing this?" Graham's voice crackled through the comms as he led the platoon closer. "Their weapons are tearing through everything!"

Selene's voice came through, calm and analytical from the main base. "That's exactly why they're on this mission. Let them work."

Bao adjusted his aim, shifting his scope toward a sandbag bunker where a mounted machine gun was suppressing the advance.

He exhaled.

BOOM.

The railgun's shot turned the entire bunker into a crater. The sandbags didn't slow the round—it vaporized them, sending a shockwave of shredded debris and body parts into the surrounding area.

The enemy inside? Gone.

Desmond had already moved on to the next target—a light armored vehicle trying to reposition.

The fools.

BOOM.

The tungsten slug went through the engine block like a hot knife through butter, then continued through the entire vehicle, exiting out the other side. The whole machine erupted into flames, sending a column of smoke into the sky.

"Vehicle down," Desmond muttered, shifting to the next target without even a moment of hesitation.

The enemy had figured it out by now.

Walls didn't matter. Cover didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

The sheer kinetic force of the railgun rounds meant that anything solid, be it concrete, steel, or flesh, was getting torn apart on impact.

Bao's next shot went through the outer wall of the facility, straight into an ammunition cache inside.

BOOM.

The entire side of the compound exploded, a fireball shooting out as shrapnel and body parts were hurled into the sky.

The shockwave sent nearby enemies staggering, their defenses falling apart faster than they could react.

One of them tried to run.

Bao lined up his shot, locking onto the target's spine.

BOOM.

The railgun round punched through his torso, exiting through his chest cavity and continuing into the wall behind him, leaving a gaping hole in the wall and the target in pieces, sent flying through the air-pressure.

Desmond let out a low chuckle. "That was overkill."

Bao shrugged. "So?"

The remaining enemies were scrambling, desperate for cover that no longer existed.

Desmond spotted a reinforced bunker deeper in the facility, a last defensive position where several troops had fallen back to regroup.

He grinned.

BOOM.

The round ripped through the front wall, then the back wall, and kept going. The soldiers inside didn't even get a chance to react, the pressure wave alone was enough to liquefy their organs before the slug even touched them.

By the time the dust settled, the bunker was just a smoldering husk.

Graham's voice came through again. "Jesus Christ, we didn't even breach yet! They're clearing it from the outside!"

Selene's response was cold and professional. "That's exactly what they're supposed to do. Tell your men to move in before there's nothing left."

Bao and Desmond continued firing, picking off reinforcements, destroying vehicles, and shredding any enemy who dared peek out such as the ones who did not.

At some point, the shooting stopped.

There was no one left.

The entire outer defensive line was gone, and the compound looked like a war zone.

Even the platoon—hardened, experienced special forces, had stopped to stare at the devastation.

Bao lowered his railgun.

Desmond cracked his neck. "That was easy."

Bao smirked. "Too easy."

Their comms crackled to life, Selene's voice cutting through the silence.

"You two are done. Get ready for extraction."

Now the battlefield was eerily silent.

Where once there had been an enemy force entrenched behind walls, sandbags, and steel barricades, now there was nothing but smoking craters and debris. The entire outer perimeter of the facility had been reduced to ruins, all without Team 12 ever having to step foot inside.

"All hostiles neutralized," Graham's voice crackled through the comms. His tone carried disbelief. "No more resistance in the area. We're moving in to secure the site."

Bao lowered his railgun and looked at the carnage they had left behind. Even at a distance, the devastation was unbelievable.

The platoon had barely fired a shot.

Their entire job had just been walking into an enemy stronghold that had already been destroyed from the outside.

Selene's voice cut through the comms, her tone as steady as ever. "Team 12, did you hear me? Your job is done. Pull back to the LZ. Transport is inbound for extraction."

Desmond stretched his arms with a satisfied sigh. "Man, that was easy. I didn't even break a sweat."

Bao rolled his shoulders and picked up his gear, double-checking his railgun before stepping away from the high ground. "Don't get cocky. This was just a test run."

The two of them moved quickly, descending from their firing position and heading toward the designated Landing Zone (LZ) a few hundred meters away.

They walked past twisted metal, shredded concrete, and the remains of what used to be defensive positions. Their railgun rounds had torn through everything with terrifying efficiency.

They didn't stop to admire the destruction. They weren't here to be impressed.

They were here to do a job.

The extraction dropship was already visible in the sky, a sleek, black VTOL craft with no visible insignias—a reminder that this mission never officially happened.

By the time Bao and Desmond reached the landing zone, the platoon had already begun securing prisoners and data from inside the facility.

One of the special forces operatives looked at them as they passed by, then glanced at the ruined landscape.

He muttered under his breath. "What the hell did these guys even use?"

Bao didn't answer. He just kept walking.

The dropship touched down, kicking up a storm of dust and ash as the rear ramp lowered.

"Move it," the pilot's voice came through their comms. "We're on the clock."

Bao and Desmond stepped onto the ramp, strapping in as the dropship lifted off.

As they ascended, Desmond looked down at what they had left behind.

A facility reduced to rubble.

An enemy force wiped out before they could even put up a fight.

The railguns had worked perfectly.

Desmond smirked and leaned back in his seat. "Well, that was fun."

Bao didn't respond. He just watched the battlefield shrink beneath them as they disappeared into the clouds, ghosts in the wind, leaving no trace behind.

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