The Hunt(Pilot)

Fire and smoke. People lay. Their bodies not moving anywhere from where they lay. Blood occupied their surrounding space. The sirens which had blared mere moments were now silent.
Metal clanking could be heard through the rubble. He sees a figure appear. It was completely covered in black clothing. The clanking stops. Several other men gather around. In the middle a scientist could be seen laying. Blood was all over him. His clothes ragged. A metal pole went through his liver. He looked up slowly. Gasping and trying to control his breath.
“F- Fuck you. T-The Foundation wo-”
He was cut off as the hooded man placed his leg on the scientists throat. The scientist felt cold metal. But that was before the pain had started. His eyes bulged. Blood poured out. His legs and arms thrashed. Before letting out a breath of air. His throat was released. He was dead.
The group of men loaded back up into their vehicles and left the facility burning. Not a single soul roamed. It was now owned by the dead.
…
The doors opened as a prosthetic leg appeared in view. A man in a colorful coat comes in. 05-13 facing away from him. He overlooked past the glass as a massive machine was being constructed. 
“So. Dr. Maximous. I’ve heard of the events that took place recently.”
Maximous agreed before sighting a plate of cookies on his desk and grabbing one while 05-13 proceeded to talk facing away from him. He stuffed it, before wiping his hands against his coat. Sadly, 05-13 knew what the docs actions were going to be.
“Did you take a cookie?”
“Mmm?”
05-13 slammed his fist on his desk rocking the materials located on it. “This is a serious matter Doctor. It’s no time to be gobbling down cookies!”
Maximous smiled, raising his thumbs. 05-13 groaned, before silently whispering to himself.
“Ugh, why do I have to deal with idiots?”
Maximous heard 05-13’s comment on his behavior. But took no note of it. “Mmm, delicious cookie. Mind if I have another one?”
05-13 let out a groan, rubbing his forehead.
"Do you know why we're here Dr. Maximous?"
 "To research?"
"No. We're here to keep the world safe. And your actions and failure isn't what we're supposed to be doing." 
Maximous went silent. “So, you’re demoting me?”
“If this goes wrong, yes. I will have a talk with the council. If not. You’re in luck-,” A grin appeared on his face before continuing. “-Retard. Now follow me, I have something to show you.”
They proceeded to head through the white hallways of the Facility, reaching the morgue. 05-13 proceeded to light a cigarette before taking a seat. 
“This scientist was discovered several hours ago in the attack.” He raised the colors showing a man. His expression was terrified. His eyes bulged, and blood all over his top half. “We studied as to what the cause of death might be. We assumed it was a bullet, since the group that attacked probably came with ranged weapons.”
“Do you know which group?”
“No, we presume DOMTOR. But it doesn’t make sense. Back to the body,” He took a great inhale of the smoke and continued. “We found a trace of impalement in the liver and the Renal system. But that wasn’t the cause of death. He would’ve survived a bit longer.”
Maximous took slow steps towards the body examining it, before pointing to the neck. “The neck. It shows tissue damage. As if someone was crushing it.”
“That’s right. We did a full x-ray and found that the esophagus was completely crushed.”
“So, he died from someone choking him?”
“In a particular way. After closer examination we found flakes of Wrought Iron on the tissue. So whoever or whatever had choked him used metal.”
“Like metal grips?” Dr. Maximous raised his hands representing metal grips.
“We don’t know Doctor. We’re certain it was something we don’t want to deal with.”
Doctor Maximous took a seat. “What do we do now?”
“We’ve been tracking their progress,” 05-13 pulled up his computer showing the possible locations. “They aren’t far, and they won’t get far.”
He started to smile, followed by another grin.
…
Hash Pierce, a young obese man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and thin shorts. He sat near his cousin Sara Pierce. She quietly ate as the salsa music blared. While Hash proceeded to stuff his face full of whipping cream and pie. Before raising his hand and shouting.
“Over here! Rodriguez! Here!”
He laughed joyfully while wiping his dirty sweaty hands against his shirt. Rodriguez slowly took a seat as the salsa music faded. Rodriguez was an average height man. He had broad shoulders, and glasses covering his eyes from the blazing sun. His hair was slick and shone off the sun’s reflection. He let out a smile as he placed a suitcase on the table causing two very different reactions. Heavy joy and extreme disappointment. He opened it revealing green emeralds. Thousands of them. Hash’s eyes widened. 
Rodriguez took a look at the two of them. “I need something for this.” A grin followed the line of words.
“What would we have to bring to receive this reward?” Said Hash trying to sound very fluent to make an expression on his future boss.
“You both are in the MEF group from MSCP Foundation. Right?”
Two replies followed. “Very well. Now, Hash. You take interest in coding right?”
“Yeah, I’ve been doing it for a long time now…”
“Great. And Sara, I know you take interest in biological work. I’ve read your books,” He smiled. “What you two need to do, is to retrieve your officer’s MEF notebook. With all the datas and events. I assume you know what it is?”
“Yep!”
“Well that’s all you need to do. Sign here. Get the journal and come to the Mouiringin River Tuesday night. If your route doesn’t take you that way… well you have a hacker here.” He chuckled before pulling up a book and quill.
Hash grabs the quill. His hands are all clammy and sweaty. But Sara excuses them both from the table.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”
“Listen, cousiness. With that money… With it… You can buy you and your boyfriend a mansion and live the life!”
She stared blankly at him, slightly annoyed, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He laughed nervously, knowing that if she messes up his plans he will not only get kicked from his job but also from the Foundation. “Just let me do it, okay. It’s a large sum of money so close that I cannot let go from my grip.”
They returned back to the table and the smiling contractor. Before Hash sat down, signed the page, and Rodriguez left. It was then that the two were notified to come to the MEF group meeting. Apparently the MEF(Mobile Elite Force) was to hunt down a group of terrorists that had recently attacked a Storage Site.
The drive to the airport took 4 hours. It then took another 2 hours to Elytra fly, to get from Miami, Florida to [CLASSIFIED]. When they arrived, night was already upon them.
…
There were seventeen people gathered, excluding the MSCP Mobile Forces director 05-6. He stood on the podium, his face covered with a helmet. He wore a dark suit. Next to him stood the MEF general Charles Swayne. Known for his reputation as being the best of the best. And has led the MEF group to over 12 succeeding missions. He was also known for being a very old foundation member. Over 50 years old. With thin grey hair and a slight beard on his face. His eyes usually never sparked and were always dimmed. He had seen too many moons and the light of day. But that didn’t stop him from doing what he was intended to do.
05-6 looked towards the now silenced crowd. “You know why we’re gathered here today. Over around 10 hours ago, The Foundation had sent you all a message. Notifying the current matter. Facility 43C; experienced an attack from an unknown group.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Everyone, dead. The facility is destroyed. Yet this one didn’t host MSCP’s or any special files., it was a storage facility. For ammo, weapons, and other supplies. They took nothing except a few of the weapons, common ones. Your mission is to track down this group and end them.”
He stepped off, and Charles stepped up. “Before we start I want to make sure everyone is here.” He began calling out names.
“Crawley Hart? The weapon specialist?”
Several noises of applause occurred as a man, middle-aged, stood up. He had no hair, and his eyes were dark and forbidding. He wore a dark green shirt and baggy pants. Crawley twirled a toothpick located between his teeth around as people cheered ‘Crawl!’. It got to the point where Charles shouted profanity to shut them up. Crawl sat down as if nothing had ever happened. Still being as silent as a moth.
Charles proceeded, “Mark Biendenberg, and Maria Aspanga? Both specialize in scouting.”
Mark and Maria stood up. Mark looked like an ordinary man, while Maria was born in Spain and had thick brown hair. Both wore similar clothes to Crawl except instead of green it was blue. The two then proceeded to sit back down almost in an instant.
“Hash and Sara Pierce? Our newest addition, and the first coder in the MEF?”
Hash stood up, followed by Sara. Hash had a boyish face and wore fine glasses. His hair was brown and curly. Sara had similar features except her face was more bony and she didn’t weigh 289 pounds. They then sat down, and she proceeded studying the issue at hand.
“Denis Trod, AKA ‘Toad’. Is he here? Our heavy?” Charles proceeded to shout looking around.
“Ah yes. Gottim.” He looked back down on the list of names as he crossed the name off. “Fals Cherev the engineer?”
Fals stood up, being a bald middle aged man, with very indistinctive features. He expected no one to take notice of him, it was fine he was already used to the way people treated him. He sat back down, as the general continued. The general proceeded to call several others such as Jui Sham, the MEF’s cook and camp organizer. And Glynn Farell, the hunter. He ended off by calling 6 more unnamed MEF Soldiers, and with that they were ready.
…
“Excuse me!” Sara ran up to the now waiting and impatient Charles. 
“Yes?”
She held up a clipboard, “It says in the report that someone was choked.”
He sighed, rubbing his temples and shutting his eyes, before starting to walk away, “Yes, that’s right.”
She continued following him though.  “It says that he was choked by some sort of metal?”
“Mhm.”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re no help at all.” Before proceeding to get ready for the journey that lies ahead of them.
…
“Your mission is simple soldiers!” Charles was tired of all this shouting, but what could he do. He was the general after all, it’s what generals do. Right? “We hunt them down on foot since they will possibly locate our vehicles. And we end them. They are slow, about two days ahead of us.”
Every single MEF Soldier went down to the underground garage’s of Area-8. It’s where they will leave, with no vehicles. You could be wondering why, and the reason is because the vehicles could be spotted several kilometers away. Several members could be seen hunched as 05-6 overlooked them. He turned back to the blank-faced general.
“This mission is vital. MTF and MEF’s responsibilities are taking care of the Foundation. Whether it be MSCP’s or taking control of hostile groups like this.”
“Yes. That is quite our duty,” Charles stroke his beard overlooking his troops getting ready to hunt.
“Well, go on. And succeed. We don’t want another DOMTOR experience.”
Charles nodded before proceeding to leave 05-6 all alone and joining his troops at the front lines.
…
Several hours had passed since they had left Area-8. The air was humid and the sun shone down on them. Several of them didn’t mind this such as Crawl since they’ve been part of the army and the Foundation for decades and have already experienced situations like this. While others, such as Hash, who was not only tired from walking since it is tougher for him because of his obesity. And just overall everyone else who hasn’t had much experience with heat. But something else was noted. Something that wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t your regular smoke. It smelled of burned tires and fuel. 
Toad(Denis) coughed harshly and gasped for breath before proceeding to ask, “Where’s it coming from?”
“Th- There,” Mark wheezed pointing at a wall of smoke reaching, trying to grasp the world around it and escape the rubble that was once the MSCP Foundations Artifacts and Unhoused MSCP’s Facility Also known as Facility AUM. It was in ruins, completely desolated and demolished.
Everyone gaped at the sight. What was once the legendary Facility now consisted of nothing but destruction, death, and blood. Sparks rose from the several broken pipes and men lay everywhere. Doctors, researchers, MTF Units. It seemed as if every soul was slain. Every soul but one. It started off as a wheeze, then a groan. And finally a word.
“H- Here. Help me.”
It was a middle-aged man, with black hair and greyish-blue eyes. “It’s smartass!” Charles shouted before having two of his men proceed to pick up Dr. Mikey and find shelter for him.
…
They took shelter in a nearby hut that wasn’t demolished by the unknown attackers. But wasn’t in great shape either. They had begun questioning Dr. Mikey, but not trying to cause stress as several ribs and his left leg was broken.
“What happened Mike?” Charles paced around the room staring grimly at the floor waiting for his questions to be answered.
“It started with an unknown van driving towards us. They seemed friendly. I sent a couple of my men to see what they needed. The van was inspected. Nothing was found; I notified them to get back and tell the van driver to head back, and that’s when it happened. A barrage of fire flew, killing almost everyone instantly. Then came the cannons, the tnt. I felt the ground underneath me give way. Everything went dark. I woke up, bloody, barely being able to breathe,” His paced slowed as he continued, and he started gazing while sipping coffee. “I saw a scientist being choked to death. Everything was rubble. Then they left. It ended as quickly as it had started.”
Swayne sat down sighing, taking a moment of thought. “You said a scientist was choked to death, by who?”
“Well. I couldn’t tell, he was in black robes. But, his hand was metal.” He looked at the general and smiled. Not a regular smile, but the smile that showed that something wasn’t proper, it wasn’t right. 
…
“I want a full count of all the bodies here and get the scientist, and see if he has the same mix as the scientist 05-13’s troops found at the other Facility.”
He retreated back to the cabin to continue ‘interrogating’ Dr. Mikey.
“So, could you tell us anything else? Did they take any bodies? Any MSCP’s that they specifically targeted and killed, or took for that matter?” Swayne raised an eyebrow.
Dr. Mikey leaned back in his chair, “not that I could tell. I mean, some MSCP’s were probably killed; yes. In the crossfire. From the people, I- I’m not sure. They took, a bag of pebbles…”
Swayne stopped pacing and turned to face Dr. Mikey, “Pebbles?”
“Yeah, your ordinary pebbles. I don’t know why.”
…
Swayne skimmed through the reports from his men that were given to him about an hour ago. From what he could tell, out of fifty-eight men including the doctor. Two were missing. Most of the bodies were crushed, burned, or had large bullet holes in them. The scientist did have the same metal on his neck, and his esophagus was crushed as well… Most MSCP’s held here ‘till they received proper containment had escaped. Out of twelve, nine were missing. One was found dead, and the other two were items, not living beings/creatures. 
This was all news, but no answers were confirmed. More arose. Who is doing this? How big of an operation are they? A lot of the men were worrying if the group became like DOMTOR. But he noticed. They didn’t see the fact that they were different. Sure they still caused chaos, but they didn’t care about the MSCP’s or the personnel. They… just wanted to blow things up.
But they couldn’t stay here too long. Dr. Mikey had already been taken back to Area-8, and they had to move on. They didn’t have time. In fact time, was the #1 issue here.
…
It was past midnight, and a heavy tropical storm had started. Everyone was asleep. Except one soul. Hash. This was it. This was the night. They were around three days into their trip, and their lead and current path led them right past the river. He had obtained the journal, and grabbed a gun with him as well as a flashlight. It was dark, the only light source he had was the lightning. To his disappointment, the flashlight had no batteries. 
He proceeded to head to the lake where he hoped Rodriguez would meet him there. It was a 10 minute walk, there and back and he hoped no one would notice him being gone. They slept inside, and even though their tents were ruined, they remained dry overall. But the outside… oh god, the outside. It was full of drenching rain, thunder, and lightning.
He had obtained the journal by sneaking into their general’s tent and taking it. It was in his backpack, and luckily for him, it wasn’t very well protected. He knew this would endanger the foundation greatly, but he would resign right after he would receive the money after this mission.
He proceeded to head down, trying to not lose his footing. He was an overweight man and didn’t enjoy outdoor activities. He didn’t know they would have to be on foot trying to catch these ‘terrorists’, but this… oh this… it was even tougher. He could barely see, his hair ruffled and part covering his eyes. His glasses foggy, then the weight of the gun and the journal also added into that difficult factor.
Then, he heard a click and the bushes rustling. He let out a whimper, but only met with an over-sized lizard. He let out a sigh of relief, before shooing it and continuing to head to the lake. But alas, it followed him, and he felt terrified. He didn’t know what to think of it. Was it an MSCP? Possibly not. He decided to ignore it, oh what a mistake.
As he continued walking, he felt a great burning pain. It happened instantly. He dropped the gun from shock, and bent to touch his calf. It was ripped open. His leg was ripped open, the lizard had done it. He screamed, trying to run while pain rummaged through his large body. His sight became blurred. He slipped, and then started falling and rolling. It was a hill, all muddy. And the darkness and rain made it worse. The journal unclipped and was covered and torn. 
He landed on his stomach, and wheezed. A screech followed his wheeze, up the hill. It was nearing closer; waiting for the poison to settle in; waiting for him to drain his energy. But it hasn't happened yet. He began whimpering and crawling, wishing it wouldn’t notice him. His leg was getting worse by the moment, and the rain didn’t help. He then proceeded to feel drowsy, as if he had been awake for days, but his fear hadn’t fully drained. Protecting him from the poison. He tried getting up, with a loud groan, and he succeeded. Accomplishing something, he looked around, then it started. The poison had begun working, he felt his body cramp up, he stumbled and fell over a log, screaming. The lizard jumped over it for it’s feast. 
But only a low-growl was heard. The lizard was thrown back out; it’s head missing. Hash whimpered, as under the log, you could see him lying. And two long and slim hands stretched out prickling his chest. He began screaming, but it ended swiftly, as his head was consumed inside a large mouth.
…
“Where the fuck is that over-sized bastard!?” General Swayne got out of his tent, his face red, and only expressed hate. “Someone wake Sara up, and bring her here.”
The two unnamed MEF’s proceeded to wake her up and bring her over to the general. She seemed confused, but you could tell she was hiding something.
“Your cousin, Hash Peirce has been missing all night. Our group isn’t gonna look for him, as we move out in ten.” He checks his watch, “Now you could possibly tell us what he was doing,” he raises his voice. “As my journal is missing! Answer and I could possibly sent you, unnamed MEF #4, and Glynn.” He motions to the two to be ready by the time they were finished with Sara. “Now, talk.”
Sara let out a deep sigh, hoping that her cousin was okay. She bit her lip, anxious and then began. “Hash met up with a guy back at Miami, Rodriguez Darif,” she could see Jui writing it all down, and with hesitation proceeded. “He offered a contract to Hash, to sign. Your notebook had to be delivered to Dead Creek Lake, today night. It’s a five minute walk there and back, and well… the prize was thousands of emeralds.”
“And… do you have a part in this?” General Swayne stroked his beard, waiting. Waiting to pull the trigger.
Sara gulped, “I- I knew about it, but I took no part in it.”
Swayne let go of his gun, before pulling up his finger to Sara’s face pointing it at her. “This is called treason,” he spat. “If you do not find my journal within the next few hours, you will be sentenced as a D-Class. Now off you go.” He proceeded to point to the direction of the lake. “After you’re done with the examination, proceed to head to River Semoes, get there within the two nights.” And he watched, as Sara, Glynn, and unnamed MEF #4 left behind the lush green bushes and plants. And soon, they were out of sight. 
…
The trees were close together. Almost creating an environment that one did not want to be in. The air was extremely tight, and the humidity was high from all the rain that night. It was hard to breathe. They continued on down towards the direction of the rain, examining every single spot and leaf they could find. Then, Unnamed MEF #4 found something. And signaling to the others without a word stood up, for them to examine.
It was Hash’s crossbow. Half of it was hidden deep in the mud. What Sara couldn’t figure out was, why was it here? There seemed to be no signs of a struggle or fight. Yet it was covered, almost as if… he left it there? It didn’t make sense.
“Well, there seems to be no sign of a struggle,” Glynn pulled the crossbow out of the mud examining it. “Though the arrow was fired out of… strange.”
He stood up, and all of a sudden his hunting and tracking skills came into motion. He saw the thuds of Hash, and a path created by him rolling down the hill. He tapped Sara by the shoulder, and they continued, along with the unnamed MEF #4. And as they went downhill, none of them noticed the journal. The tip exposed, covered in mud. Blending in. And the journal will never get recovered again.
They came to the bottom, only to discover a horrific sight. It was a corpse of a lizard. It’s head missing, almost like it’s been torn off. It seemed as if it was a Komodo Dragon, but the yellow lines on its back took it far from that definition. Glynn picked it up, examining it, smelling it, and at one point, licking it.
“What is it?”
Glynn let out a disgusted groan, standing back up from his crouching position and dropping the headless lizard onto the floor.
“That, my dear friend, is a Test MSCP.”
“A what?”
“A Test MSCP, the Foundation wanted to mix a snake with a Komodo Dragon, went unsuccessfully as you can see. It has been put up for a containment chamber but never received one. Seems as someone or something ripped it’s head off.”
“The hell?”
Glynn sighed and chuckled, “Those are my thoughts.”
But the group was interrupted by a low growl. Almost as otherworldly. The unnamed MEF #4 let out a scream, as long slender hands extended from the trees above them. The long slender claws impaled the trooper. He let out a shriek, as blood spurted. He went limp as he was taken into the trees. You could hear the sound of bones being crushed, and blood flew down. 
“What, the fuck, was that?”
“An MSCP, run!” Glynn began to run, followed by Sara.
You could hear screeches, as the dead trooper's body landed on the floor, before the MSCP continued it’s feast. They proceeded to run, desperate to escape whatever this thing was, but instead they ran into something much worse. Hash’s dead body. A group of vultures had been eating it, and one was biting his nose. He lay on his back, his expression terrified. The chubbish-boy face was now bloated red, and one eye was missing, along with his tongue. His stomach was ripped open, and a trail of intestines which some of the vultures had been chewing on, laid. His right leg was missing, and a bloody stump was all that was left of it. His fingers seemed to have been eaten or chopped off. Sara froze, Glynn kept running. Luckily she came back to her senses and ran. She had never run faster in her life. 
Little did they know that another black figure with a large white eye was watching them, from behind the trees.
…
Several days had passed, they had met up in the outpost near River Semoes. They saw an MSCP, a keter class. Unidentified, since so little evidence was given. The journal was forever lost, and Hash was the first to die. They continued following the messy path of the unknown terrorist group. The men in MEF had begun to call this group, ‘Tornado’. What was so strange wasn’t the fact that they were literally killing and destroying for sport, but why they had made such a messy trail. You could see it clearly. Trees fallen over, animals dead(at least those that went in front of the supposed vehicles. 
The loss of Hash didn’t affect a lot of men, in fact his cousin Sara didn’t grief over it. It felt like a burden was lifted. Though everything was still ahead. And everyone knew that. But they were getting close. Everyone could feel it, plus the tracker showed that they weren’t too far off…
…
Mark, Maria, and unnamed MEF troop #3, with their scouting and stealth abilities, they advanced forward past the MEF group. The tracker had stopped around a kilometer in front of them, and they were not going to miss this chance to capture and destroy the group. Though Mark was speculative, he knew something was gonna go wrong. He knew that ‘Tornado’ already found the tracker. But then comes the question, ‘Why didn’t they disable it?’.
Then they saw it. It was the ‘Tornado’s’ vehicle alright. Exactly the way Dr. Mikey had described it. They approached it with caution, Maria and unnamed MEF troop #3, took caution getting to know their surroundings. Mark approached it with caution, oh it was abandoned alright. There were no footprints around the vehicle, strange. Then, a shot was fired. The unnamed MEF troop #3 let out a scream as he fell to the floor, dead. An arrow in his back. 
Maria and Mark tensed and gave out a few shots to the trees. A holler came out from the trees, as a barrage of arrows shot from the leaves. 
Mark was shot to the leg, and let out a groan, before screaming, “Run!” And toppling to the floor; dead. 
Maria ran, arrows shot past her. Whizzing and buzzing, her ears rang. Shouting could be heard from in front of her. 
“Come on! They’re coming!”
She jumped in a ditch, and just barely managed to dodge the next barrage of arrows. Shots were fired back, she grasped her bow in her hands, and let out an arrow. She could hear a scream. But it wasn’t one of the terrorists. It was one of them. 
She could hear more thuds from in front of her, as Crawl sniped. ‘Tornado’ was taking heavy hits, but they didn’t back off. They just kept coming closer and closer, until a steel clank began. They scampered deeper into the trees, waiting… looking down.  
The MEF raised their weapons, tensed. A black-clothed and eerie figure comes from the shadows of the trees. No one could make out who he was. Everything was covered in black-clothing. Yet, a metallic thud could be heard every time he took a step forward. He raised a skeletal and almost robotic finger, it was pointing at Swayne. 
“I-,” He let out a wheeze before continuing. “Don’t mess with us- or you will die… Just like the others.”
With those words, Swayne fell to the floor unconscious, and the figure retreated along with ‘Tornado’. 
...
Swayne let out a gasp… a day had passed since he went unconscious. He didn’t know what happened, even though that was the biggest question going around the survivors. He looked at what ‘Tornado’ had caused, some of his men were injured, but none killed so far. At least those that haven’t died yet. This ambush had delayed them for around a day. But they didn’t panic yet. Sure, they had lost their tracker, but they had a clear direction of where they were heading. Swayne and Crawl, along with the rest of the group were planning to retaliate. 
‘Tornado’ had struck, it was time for MEF’s to move.
EPISODE 2 RELEASING JULY 4th, 2020
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