A World in Need
For quite sometime, the situation in Egypt continued to worsen. Militant protesters had filled the streets and the Egyptian government was doing its best to keep them at bay. The Muslim Brotherhood fueled the fires as "warriors of the people." Gradually, they swept the populace in various stages. First, they stirred up the masses in general. Then, they began to issue out various types of weapons - arming the people with an assortment of blunt objects and homemade Molotov cocktails. As the revolts went on, they began to issue out firearms and even some forms of artillery (rocket-propelled grenades, small mortars, etc.).
Enough was enough, and eventually the United Nations sanctioned an intervention. William Greystoke, Hawk Anderson, and Ruby Glassman (also known as the Hunter, Hawk, and Risky) were brought onto the UN's payroll and enlisted into the military - each given their own command. Though one would wonder why those three showed interest is such an affair, their reasons were valid. If the protests continued to escalate, it would effect fuel costs and the economy. Furthermore, if the protests succeeded, the Muslim Brotherhood would be viewed as heroes - further helping to support worldwide terror. Plainly put, these protests were bad for business.
Cairo, Egypt - 11:30 P.M.
Bullets ripped through the air as the Hunter dove for cover. Crouched behind a low-rising wall, William ejected the magazine from his M4, reloaded another one in its place, then chambered the first round. He then rose up on one knee and returned fire before ducking down once again. Colonel Greystoke's detachment of men had engaged a group of hostiles on the roof tops. Earlier, they had begun to chase down a group of men armed with AK-47's. Finally, the chase had ended up on the rooftop of a large building - often a favored striking position of the terrorists. They often kept extra weapon stores in these locations.
Taking cover once more, Greystoke loaded his final two magazines - giving him only sixty shots left from the rifle. "Conserve your ammunition!" he ordered to his men. The hostiles' supplies seemed to not be dwindling at all as they broke open another container of 7.62mm ammunition. Switching the M4 to a single-shot cycle, the Hunter fired two shots into an assailant's chest before downing another with a head shot.
"Colonel, we've got movement from the west!" a soldier yelled out.
Spotting another group of hostiles on the adjacent rooftop, Greystoke roared out, "Contact LEFT!" His men were now held down under a hail of gunfire from two directions now. One of the hostiles on the adjacent rooftop suddenly picked up an RPG and aimed it at the group. "TAKE COVER!" the Hunter ordered. As the men dove for cover, William did his best to shoot the one wielding the RPG. A split second before he nailed the head shot, the projectile was launched. Aiming his M4 once again, the Hunter quickly tried to detonate the explosive mid-air.
A bullet suddenly tore into William's right shoulder. Roaring out in pain, Greystoke was forced to lower his rifle and watch helplessly as the explosive sped towards him. He then gathered his strength and leaped to the side just in time to see the explosive go past his head and make contact nearby. Before his body could even hit the ground, the Hunter was blasted across the rooftop like a rag doll from the mere shock of the explosion.
Several members of his company were dead and the rest were fighting for their lives. Struggling to get up on knee, the Hunter rose up out of the wreckage and quickly drew his .45 caliber 1911 with his left hand. In the blink of an eye, he shot a charging assailant dead. Gritting his teeth in pain, the Greystoke Legend wrenched his shoulder back into alignment, reached in with his bare hand, then ripped out the bullet before beginning to heal. Carefully rising up to his feet, he watched as the adjacent rooftop suddenly took on a massive explosion.
Friendly artillery had just arrived on the scene and were lending assistance. Holding onto his 1911, Greystoke went to work quickly dispatching what was left of the opposition on his rooftop. Reinforcements arrived onto the scene and began taking control of the situation. As he emerged from the chaos, William looked like Hell. Despite his healing ability, his eyes and countenance showed something else entirely. He was covered in blood and ash. However, the job was far from over.
"WILLIAM, WE NEED YOU!" he heard in his earpiece.
Reaching up, he activated it and replied, "What is it, Ruby?"
"It's the protesters!" she responded. "They've set fire to the museum and I don't know how much longer we can hold them back!"
Looking into the distance, a bright haze could be seen rising up into the sky. Without hesitation, the Hunter grabbed more ammunition and sped off towards the great blaze in the distance. He then replied, "I'm on my way....."
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