Feedblast Chapter #1 Digital Ebola Sturm kicked at the blastdoors. 1 minute and 45 seconds into the run, it had gone all wrong. Here he was locked in the vault, which was suppossively deactivated. "DAMMIT!", Sturm shouted at the blast doors. This was not good. "Spidey, what the hell is wrong with this vault, get me outta here", Sturm spoke into his comlink with a trained confidence. "I'm working on it Alpha1, they knew we were coming", crackled Spidey's voice, along with random bits of gunfire. Spidey was Sturm's controller and wareman. He was also one of the best hackers in the business. Frustrated, Sturm chose not to sit idle. "Alpha2, report.", Sturm barked. "Alpha2 here. We are pinned down just inside the entrance, taking fire from both sides. Hostiles coming on strong, robot remotes on the outside, and armed troops on the other side of the foyer.", Alpha2 reported back, with a trace of almost happiness in her voice. Alpha2 aka Britt was always pleased with the idea of "no survivability" odds. Sturm wondered if he should have sent her to the vault... "Copy that, Alpha2. Can you hit the robot remotes with LEMP?" Alpha2 crackled across the comlink. Again, almost with glee. "Sorry Alpha1, mommy didnt pack my LEMPs, I am working on the softbodies" Sturm kicked the blastdoors again. There was supposed to be hardly any resistence. This was, for all intents and purposes, a milk run. Someone or something had found out when they would be here. As for why, the why part of the equation was secured in his pack. Sturm would most likely die with it. "Spidey, wheres my exit?", Sturm was not going to die in a vault. "Alpha1, my access to their network has been terminated, I am having to break one of their weaker sites so I can breach the inner network via trusted tunnel...", Sturm could tell that his operator had his hands full. "Copy that, Control.. Just get me the hell out of here..." One of the best things about being locked in a vault with the worlds most feared piece of silicon, at least nobody was shooting at him, and he didn't have to listen to the gunfire. "Alpha1, have a little faith in your controller.. breaking into the most secure corperate empire is not like hotwiring a Viper...", Spideys voice trailed off, as Spidey tapped furiously on one of his many terminals. The blastdoors sang a access code acknowledgement. "Got it, you are clear, Alpha1, try to stay in one piece on the way out, looks like Britt has her hands full". "No kidding, Control. I have one dead and Beast is getting tired", sang Britt. "I'm almost out of grenades!", reported the 7 foot Beast, always out of grenades. Sturm reponded, "Fire team, I am coming to you, hold on." Sturm slung his MP5 over his shoulder and headed out the door.. back into the control room/guard desk... the guards were quite incapacitated from Sturm's well placed frag grenade. Looking at the monitors behind the desk, he could see the robot remotes on one side of his team outside the door, and a squad of about 20 human guards, heavily armed and armored. Sturm needed something more then a MP5. Looking down, there was a trapdoor, the door marked "Armory". "I'll be damned!", grinned Sturm as he lifted the trapdoor, crawled down the ladder, and googled. "Perfect!", Sturm muttered as his hefted a mini-gun. "Fire team, on the way, hold position" "We aint exactly goin anywhere, Alpha1", replied a stressed Beast. "Control, on my signal, I want you to execute a rapid extraction with the control tank.", breathed Sturm as he raced down the corridor towards the foyer doors. "Roger that, Alpha1, I have a small fire problem, will be ready on your command", Spidey said, as shellfire plinked off the armored control vehicle. "Fire team, I am breaching the foyer....", Sturm steeled himself and kicked the doubledoors with a thump. Through the smoke, Sturm could see his team, pinned in a corner behind a giant operator desk. On the outside of what is left of the glass doors, robot remotes spread their fire between fireteam and the already approaching control vehicle. BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! Sturm let loose with the minigun on the guards. They turned their fire on him, and he took cover behind a marble fountain. "Well, that worked just great!", muttered Sturm into his comlink. Britt and Beast were cooking clip after clip into the guards, trying to divert their attention so Sturm could level them with the minigun. "SPIDEY, EXTRACT NOW!", shouted Sturm into the comlink. Spidey didn't even bother with a response. He was just as fed up as the rest of the team. Gunning the armored RV, he drove towards the front windows. Gunfire and robot remotes bounced off the front of the truck. "Fire team, our rides here, try not to get any holes in you on the way in." "Copy that, Alpha1!" As the truck came crashing into the front windows, Sturm stepped out from behind the fountain and emptied the mini-gun into the remaining guards. The back ramp of the truck was already coming down and Britt and Beast was running to the truck. Beast tossed another frag grenade and Britt laid down cover fire as Sturm raced to the ramp. "REVERSE SPIDEY!", Sturm huffed as he climbed up the ramp. Spidey complied, grinded into reverse, and sped out the building the way he came in, crashing further robot remotes. "Wish I had some LEMP's, Spidey, those guys wouldnt have been a problem...", Britt chuckled as Spidey drove in reverse, running over everything and everyone in the way... "Yah yah, technicalities.. a LEMP might have damaged the prize...", Spidey remarked, for him, Localilized Electromagmectic Pulse grenades were a nightmare. "Just get us home, Spidey", Sturm was tired, looking over, he could see Beast was just as tired, as he had removed most of his armor, and was nursing a stray round that had made it to his upper arm. "Hazard pay, boss." Sturm thought, no kidding, as they had lost a hired gun out in that battle, bad, but he knew what he was getting into when he signed on...