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[the crunch of boots in unison came round the corner, these freaks and their machines dont know what him them. at the top of my lungs i exclaim]

"FOR KING AND COUNTRY!"

[take aback slightly,i breathe deep and hurl the body at them, sending the the 1st row careering into the 2nd, and then i press the detonator]

[the ground shakes as explosion rips apart the body they are clustered on and the surrounding androids, 4 left not phased by the ground shake samson picks up the rifle and proceeds to hit home with every bullet, a grizzled veteran of rifle combat]

"they aint so tough"

[propping his rifle up against the boxes, he reaches down for another cigarette, and then a deaffening thud of moving metal knocks him back, and then a crash into the building behind leaves him covered in debris.]

[through the burning hole in the wall i hear gunshots and falling bodies, that blindsights a goodshot]

[leaning hard against a group of boxes i survey the destruction, i hear the distortion of a radio near one of the fallen bodies i pick it up and hear]

"northern cell, western cell has been demorilized make your entrance."

"eastern cell, head to the western hole and renforce keep the mechs at distance"

[on that i hear sound of crunching boots in unison the eastern cell was coming nearing me. i pick up one of their rifles,seems pretty standard stuff,cocking it and leaning against the crates waiting]

[at that moment i spot some projectiles on the belt of a fallen andriod, they look like grenades,silver ovals and seem to stick to surfaces and a detonator show that eastern cell what real soldiers are like]

[sticking the grenades under the androids clothing,clutching him in one hand rifle in the other, i am ready]

[dodging a falling rafter,samson bends down a lights a new cigarette off the plank]

[flexing his hands he charges the unit that is coming through the hole in the wall. he grabs two at full force and smashes their skulls into wall.tossing them aside like ragdolls]

"looks like their are some new nazi's to fight"

[he flays his arms either side of him knocking down several men and the ducks through the hole to the outside]

[sensing the tension in the othermen he turns back around]

[crushing the cigarette under his boot]

"3054 you say? that is quite a leap in time, did we crush the jerries then? i can only assume we have and their is a new menace"

[flexing his hands he paces up and down the room, remembering his eye he inquires]

"do you have any badages or something the blood is starting to annoy me."

[muttering under his breath he looks down a flexes his gauntlets he looks back up at the man in black and says]

"not nearly enough of the bastards that did this to me,but at least i can take some satisfaction in knowing they are long dead. i am quite perceptive stranger i do not know how far but i know i am in the future"

[walking towards the window he looks out]

"are you going to tell me who you are and what the hell is going on?"

*he knocks the ash off the end of his cigarette onto the floor*

"and where can i get a new beret, i feel incomplete oh and i may need some medical attention for my eye"

"my eye?"

(i reach up towards my right eye and see's the crimson blood on my steel gautlets)

"crap i knew it would happen eventually"

(drawing a cigarette from the packet in his trouser pocket lights up and draws on it slowly releasing in through his nostrils)

"so you got my beret or what?"

(eyes open replaying what happend through my head over and over, i should be dead but i was saved)

(my head feels lighter than it should be, i run my fingers through my hair.)

(sitting up straight looking at the conversing strangers and in a low growl.)

*my beret?*

(ill be playing Samson Aka Clive Thompson)

[A young man is chained around the neck, wrists and ankles and positioned against a brick wall strangely positioned in the middle of the forest. Six gunmen draw their rifles, and took aim at the defenceless man.]

“Good to see you Jack. Still fighting the good fight?” asked a man with grey moustache.

“You bet” Jack replied, pulling out a folder from under an arm.

“So who’s this one?”

“Jonathan, this man is Clive Thompson, lieutenant at the Green Beret camp” said

“I’ve heard of him” replied Jonathan. Glancing at the iron gauntlets that were Clive’s hands. “Lets have a look at that folder”

[He flips open the folder and skims through several files]

::Report July 14th 1946::

Name: Clive Thompson
Age: 24
Rank: Green Beret Lieutenant
Involved Operations:
Jungle Venom (Burma Offensive)
Night Owl (PoW Liberation In Northern France)
Easy Listening (Espionage For Waffen SS Movements)
Prometheus (Unfinished MIA)

“Missing in action from the Prometheus Raid huh?”

“So it seems Captain”

Note: Information Recovered At End Of World War II

Taken captive by the 4th panzer brigade, Thompson was sent to a German POW camp of undisclosed location. After serving two years of brutal labour, he was finally sentenced to the gas chambers.

Inside the chamber, he survived by using another man’s lungs as a rudimentary ventilator. Later, when soldiers came to clear the bodies, Thompson was found, alive. Evidence show that he snapped the soldiers’ necks and attempted an escape. Of course, he failed.

Two high-ranking German scientist where intrigued by his survival instincts and saw him as the perfect subject for laboratory experiments. At a German chemical factory, known for its research in the use of mutated gas, Thompson’s hands where decapitated and replaced with force-multiplying steel gauntlets.

It is believed that while imprisoned, Thompson trained himself for five years, secretly learning combat techniques and adapting to the iron weight of the gauntlets.

On December 5th, Thompson killed every scientist in research facility and would have escaped in time, had he not backtracked in search of his beret.

“He’s a threat, and a liability Captain Jonathan. Sentenced the death penalty for his crimes”

“Jack, my old friend… orders are orders”

[The Captain marched through the wall of gunmen and approached Thompson]

“That’s a nice hat you got there”

[He paused, waiting for some reaction. Nothing]

“What’s the matter Clive, cat got your tongue?”

[Nothing]

“I’ll just borrow your hat, it’d look great on my son”

[The Captain pulled off his beret and marched away]

“Any last words Mr. Clive?”

[The captain expected no reaction and was taken by surprise by Thompson’s last two words]

“My beret”

“I’ll hold on to it Lieutenant, we don’t want your blood on it now do we? Ready… aim…”

[Suddenly, a small pocket of black cloud appeared from thin air and surrounded Clive.]

“Fire!”

[The forest rippled with gunshots, the metal chains rattled on impact with a hundred bullets, and the brick wall spat debris in all directions, yet there was no blood, Clive Thompson had vanished.]