Royale I never put, 'If you don't read it I won't update' no. I updated 7 times but no one was reading. I think you would get a lil fed up too
:roll: No. I write because I enjoy it. I don't even put all my writing on fan fiction. It pisses me off seeing people complain about stories not being read, especially when in most cases it is because of poor writing quality or poor story idea (Aka Boring to read).
Chapter 3: Moving up Beijing, China 0700 hours March 8, 2036 Team Gold POV "Alright team remember our mission? Find Castorvave, blow his mansion to smithereens, and get the hell out of there." Commander Ross said to his team strapping on his parachute. "Yes sir!" The four other men said and they jumped out of the plane and into the morning sky. They landed in an open field and crouched their way to the big city. But this city wasn't beautiful and full of life...it was burning and was a battleground. "This is Gold 1 do you read me Bronze leader? Over." Commander Ross said into his radio. "We read you sir! We lost Team Iron...or at least we think. We can't find them and we're getting hammered over here!" A soldier said over the com. "Don't worry we're on our way." Commander Ross said into the radio. "Alright team let's move!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edinburgh, Scotland 0900 Hours March 8, 2036 Team Saber POV I woke on my bed. Everything was silent. Although I was used to William Conner's snoring. I laid there thinking of the night before. How I save the team...and sent the coordinates to Team Silver Even though I gave the coordinates and saved Fred's ass I'm still gonna be a private. Four years of this and I'm still a private. It's probably because I'm young. "Private...can I get a word with you?" General Crncovich said standing at the doorway of my dorm. "Yes sir." I said getting out of bed pulling some sweats on. We walked through the Headquarters and all was silent. The place still amazed me after four years of living here. It was huge and full of exotic things. It had an amazingly big gym full of workout equipment that citizens have no access to and and overly large track that equals a mile in one lap. Four times the normal track. We walked until we reached his office. I sat in a chair in front of his desk. "Private Wallace..." General Crncovich said quietly while opening a manilla folder and slipping on his glasses. Me, of course, stayed quiet. "2200 hours last night you and your team were on a mission to drop four napalm strikes on Sydney, Australia with assistance from team Silver am I correct?" General Crncovich said looking at his folder. "Yes sir." I said tonelessly. "It seems you and your team only dropped three. Am I correct?" He said. "Yes sir but—" "And it seems that Corporal Bywater broke his leg while ambushed by a grenade on your third strike attempt." The general said cutting me off. "Sir Fred was the only—" "I do not care that Fred was the only soldier that could work the computer. What want to know is how the hell you sent the coordinates, called for evac, and got the hell out of there." The General said smiling. I just laughed. "And I read you saved Fred's ass? Nicely done. For that I'm moving you up to 2nd in command for Saber how does that sound John?" General Crncovich said holding out his hand. "Sounds great sir." I said shaking his hand and smiling wide. "Good. Now go get some rest. I have matters to attend to." I walked out of his office and back to my dorm where I plopped on my bed and fell right asleep. ----------------- Meh, it's a short one
Chapter 4: The Mystery Beijing, China 0700 hours March 8, 2036 Team Gold POV Team Gold made there way into the city staying low and quiet. They stayed close to the buildings, or what was left of them, and didn't say a word. Commander Ross had point and stopped at a corner and held up his fist. "We got three guards sleeping on duty...strange...they look like the Scottish secret service." Commander Ross said in wonder. "Sir allow me." Sgt. Anderson whispered and pulled out his knife. "Stand down. Why the hell is the Scottish secret service here?" Ross said. "Command we have three SSS here standing guard of a building. Mind telling us what they're doing here?" Lt. Youniserve said into his radio. Nothing but static. "Sir I'm not getting any response." Youniserve said. "Great...alright we still need to move." "Bronze this is team Gold where are you?" Lt. Reich said into his radio. Nothing but static. "What the? I'm getting no signal." Lt. Reich said darkly. "Gold team of NSS! This is the Scottish Secret Service. Stand down we have sniper visuals around your sector! Drop your weapons now!" A booming voice came from a loudspeaker. The team jumped in surprise, and dropped their weapons slowly. "Sir what's going on?" Sgt. Anderson said quietly. Suddenly footsteps came from the darkness. It was a man accompanied by another. One was Castorvave and the other was the leader of SSS...Raymond Sharp. Castorvave was the general for the Soviet Union. Team Gold has been hunting him ever since NSS was created. "Well well well...if it isn't team Gold." Raymond Sharp said straightening his suit. "Quiet let me speak. We have your team Bronze held hostage with us and you're next. Yes I know you're surprised. SSS working with the Soviet Union? You must be astounded." Costorvave said circling the team. "Yes and your special NSS will fall...and you will die." Sharp said coldly. "GUARDS!" Castorvave shouted. Suddenly ten guards came out of the building next to them and grabbed the team. The team tried to shake them off but failed. They were all now...POW... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beijing, China 0900 Hours March 8, 2036 Team Scepter POV "Joey we need—" "I know Kelly...I know." Team scepter was in hiding on top of a skyscraper. There was nothing left of their team but them. "Well then tell me how the hell we're supposed to get out!? Our country's own Secret Service is against us now!" Kelly shouted frustratedly. "Look Kelly we will get out of here we just—" but Joey was cut off. Suddenly the building began to shake and started tipping to the side. "Shit..." Joey mumbled. "So...this is where it ends." The building collapsed from the fires below and and how torn apart it was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short I know. I will update later today
.___. it bores me. It's too millitaryy. Js. Sgt Watsenhoward shot his barret 50 cal 500 meters west, hitting Ltn. Loopydoo's M7.