0001 [accidental video post]
[Video feed kicks in, the camera pointing in a rather awkward angle nearly sideways that shows in different shades of green. There's the sudden burst of flashing light, too fast for the human eye to catch. The audio comes next, the flashing lights apparently making an explosive and repetitive sound.
Bullets...
There are yells, commands, from people that the camera catches sometimes before it moves quickly to the side behind a wall of concrete. A small 3D map comes on the top left corner of the image with red dots moving frantically about it, and the green dot, still as a rock, in the center of the map.]
You gotta be kidding me...
[That voice -a strong one that seemed like thunder wrapped in velvet- muttered. However, it was clearer than the sounds the bullets flashing close to the camera provoked; as clear as if the man was whispering in your ear. One swift turn of the camera and there's a pistol mounted with a suppressor taking aim. By the angle, it seems as if the camera was somehow mounted on the shooter's head. The green shading changes quickly into more thermal colors, spotting the heat that the figures of more than six distressed human beings docking behind cover. One gets up, only to go down as quickly as the pistol bolts back in a fluid motion...
There's more screams...
The colors shift back into the shades of green...
And there's that voice again...]
Grim... Are you there? Damn it, answer!
[Although distressed, he seems calmed enough, focused enough.
Suddenly, the feed goes dark before showing a figure of a man leaning on a wall in the darkness. The shades of green take over, and one can notice the face of a middle aged man fiddling with something that apparently is on his left wrist. Judging by the angle, the camera seems to be on his left wrist too. A darker line of green on the right side his face shows as what could be blood spilling from a cut that seems to come from his forehead. On his forehead he has some type of helmet, some type of goggles with three lenses.]
Alright... What the hell?
[He fiddles some more with the device apparently strapped on his left wrist.]
It changed the frequency... How the.. How in...?
[And his words get cut off with a bullet that nearly hits his ear before he sneaks back into cover.]
What frequency is this? What the hell is going on?!
Bullets...
There are yells, commands, from people that the camera catches sometimes before it moves quickly to the side behind a wall of concrete. A small 3D map comes on the top left corner of the image with red dots moving frantically about it, and the green dot, still as a rock, in the center of the map.]
You gotta be kidding me...
[That voice -a strong one that seemed like thunder wrapped in velvet- muttered. However, it was clearer than the sounds the bullets flashing close to the camera provoked; as clear as if the man was whispering in your ear. One swift turn of the camera and there's a pistol mounted with a suppressor taking aim. By the angle, it seems as if the camera was somehow mounted on the shooter's head. The green shading changes quickly into more thermal colors, spotting the heat that the figures of more than six distressed human beings docking behind cover. One gets up, only to go down as quickly as the pistol bolts back in a fluid motion...
There's more screams...
The colors shift back into the shades of green...
And there's that voice again...]
Grim... Are you there? Damn it, answer!
[Although distressed, he seems calmed enough, focused enough.
Suddenly, the feed goes dark before showing a figure of a man leaning on a wall in the darkness. The shades of green take over, and one can notice the face of a middle aged man fiddling with something that apparently is on his left wrist. Judging by the angle, the camera seems to be on his left wrist too. A darker line of green on the right side his face shows as what could be blood spilling from a cut that seems to come from his forehead. On his forehead he has some type of helmet, some type of goggles with three lenses.]
Alright... What the hell?
[He fiddles some more with the device apparently strapped on his left wrist.]
It changed the frequency... How the.. How in...?
[And his words get cut off with a bullet that nearly hits his ear before he sneaks back into cover.]
What frequency is this? What the hell is going on?!