BOOM!
A thunderous explosion rocked the basement level B1.
Huddled at the stairwell, Rory and David watched in stunned silence as a body was sent flying down the steps and slammed into the B2 wall, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.
It was Frank.
Yep, the same Frank who'd just charged upstairs with an automatic rifle like Rambo.
"F**K you! Did they seriously just fire an RPG in a residential area?!"
Frank stood up, brushed himself off, and was about to charge back upstairs when a few round metal objects rolled down the stairs.
Clink… Clink… Clink…
"Wait, what the, ?"
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!!!
A wave of shock and fire ripped through the air. Rory threw himself over David, diving to the side. His reaction time was top-tier, still, a few shrapnel fragments grazed him.
David, miraculously, was completely unharmed.
"Bloody hell, Frank! Are you sure these guys are from Homeland Security?!"
Frank cursed back,
"How the hell should I know?!"
He reached into his belt, pulled out two smoke grenades, and lobbed them upstairs.
They'd just moved into this place, and the front door was already blown off its hinges. RPGs, grenades... this wasn't an eviction, this was a siege. Rory grabbed two pistols and charged into the smoke behind Frank.
Problem:
He'd never used a gun before.
So now, while fighting for his life, he was fumbling to chamber rounds and disengage safeties.
Bang!
Not that it mattered. Rory's physique absorbed the recoil like it was nothing.
The attackers wore goggles and gas masks, not exactly DHS standard issue. But Rory didn't have time to play detective.
He jammed the barrel into someone's face.
Bang. Bang.
Red laser sights scanned the smoke for Rory.
But instead of dodging, he charged toward the laser's source, slammed his shoulder into the guy, and tackled him to the floor.
Bang!
Close-range headshot. Messy.
"Rot in hell!"
Click-click, empty magazine.
Rory hurled the empty pistol.
Thunk!
Right in another attacker's forehead. Guy went down like a sack of bricks.
Meanwhile, Frank was lighting it up like Call of Duty, bullets never stopping.
As the smoke cleared, only Rory and Frank were still standing.
Frank gave Rory a thumbs up, then crept toward the exit to peek outside.
Crack!
A bullet sparked off the metal frame inches from his head.
"Sniper! There's more outside!"
Frank flattened himself against the wall. Rory picked up a couple of enemy rifles, quickly figured out how they worked.
"No back exit in this place. Typical basement death trap."
Frank checked the body of one of the attackers.
"Not DHS. Looks like… a private contractor team."
"They subcontract hits now?!"
"Technically they do security and overseas work. Rarely domestic. Guess we're the exception."
Rory rolled his eyes.
"So we are the mission. Great. Got any bright ideas?"
They might be enhanced, but they weren't bulletproof.
Frank's eyes landed on the blasted iron door lying on the floor.
"Grab a vest. We're using the door as a shield. Stay low, hug the wall, follow my lead."
Smart. Escape the basement first, then find a spot to counterattack.
Rory nodded.
"No wonder Cap carries that stupid shield everywhere. It is handy."
Clang. Clang. Clang.
They hoisted the heavy steel door, immediately drawing enemy fire. The bullets pinged harmlessly off the thick slab.
"To the corner! Move!"
Frank led the way, Rory following close behind, firing random shots for cover.
Frank's aim was decent.
Rory's? Pure RNG.
Ping! Ping! Ping!
Sparks flew, but the metal held.
Reaching the intersection, they dropped the door.
Frank pointed to a rooftop.
"I'll handle the sniper. Stay here. Don't screw it up."
Before Rory could even respond, Frank vanished.
He weaved between parked cars, took out two more enemies, and vanished into the building.
Rory, meanwhile, started spraying down targets with pure belief.
Frank reached the rooftop in no time.
One-on-one, the sniper didn't stand a chance.
He took the rifle, settled into position, and started cleaning up.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
One bullet, one kill.
The remaining mercs scrambled for cover, right into Rory's line of sight.
CRASH!
Rory burst through a second-floor window, leapt to the street, and landed axe in hand.
A fire axe.
He came down hard.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Locking eyes on the next target, Rory charged.
Sure, a fire axe might not have the firepower of an automatic, but the fear factor?
Priceless.
"RAAAAH!"
He leapt over a car and cleaved the guy behind it. The man screamed and went flying.
Frank, now with perfect vantage, resumed picking off the rest.
In less than a minute, the street was littered with corpses.
Rory's rage simmered.
All his samples, his research, it could've been lost. If he hadn't backed them up…
"Bastards. No respect for other people's hard work."
The gunfire ceased.
David peeked out from the basement, clutching Rory's case like his life depended on it.
OG Author's Notes:
Quick clarification on time travel rules in this story:
To time travel, three components are required:
1. Quantum Realm Time Travel Machine
2. Pym Particles
3. Time Travel Wristband
Rory's previous jumps followed all three rules. However, Pym Particles are limited, so he can't time jump whenever he wants.
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