Night of The Dead- Chapter 6: The Flying Deer

" There's much more to this operation than a mere SAR, guys." I paused, awaiting their response before I'd continue. Their eyes did not move from their current position, aiming at me.
The cafeteria was rather dark, with only half the amount of flourescents on. What was lit exposed the remains of a canteen layout after years being abandoned. Aluminum steel tables and benches stretched across the hall, scattered and unorganized. The shine of the aluminum was already gone, now coated with oxidized stains. The other end from where we sat, was the food counter, now dark and empty, save the pot of coffee made by the Admiral for us, and some stacked up yellow cups. Of course, currently Crucist was leaning against the counter table, sipping on his coffee, looking back at me.

" The Admiral told me something we were not supposed to know. It was about Boston, and why many co-op teams didn't make it back alive."
Eyes grew wider, anticipating more out of me.
" Unknown entities roam the city, feeding on flesh. This might be caused by the fallout's radiation or contamination."
" So this is the government's conspiracy that the world must not know about. I bet you they want us to go there to make sure the information don't leak out!" Night Cat let out an almost roar of distaste. He was already walking around the hall, as if to calm himself down.
" That's why they insisted I tag along," Kheez too, was getting a little agitated.
" It's not just wanting to keep the information silent. It's wanting us to retrieve it at all costs so that they can find a way to fix the problem," I explained the rest, hoping it would help make them feel a little better.
" It's not just that. These useless governments always get the world in trouble, and make us clean their shit up!" Night Cat was already slamming the cup on the table.
" We are soldiers. Leave the politics to them, and we do our part of the cleaning up business," Crucist spoke. This caused a silence to hang again within the four walls we're in.

The helicopter was already waiting for us at the helipad. Dust and sand began to fly around when the enormous blades started spinning again. The four of us boarded the chopper, already armed with our guns and ammunition.
" Take it up!" I yelled above the loud roaring of the helicopter, pointing my fore finger upwards in a circular motion. The pilot gave me a thumbs-up, and the lift-off commenced. From the window, we could see the Admiral standing at the door. After a while, she turned around, and disappeared into the darkness inside the facility.
" ETA at drop point is 95 minutes. We will inform you guys a little ahead." I nodded at the pilot, and returned to my seat.
" I hope Pyut's doing fine," Kheez said.
" He'll be okay. It'll take more than some weird-ass 'unknown entities' to take that man down," Night Cat assured us all. He served with Major Pyut for many years, and he knew that man more than anyone of us.

Night Cat enlisted with the Ghost Team in the Marksman Division a little over a year after I did. The Ghost Team had a massive number of snipers, used as back up for the reconnaissance in their silent missions. Night Cat was instantly put under the supervision of Pyut, Sergeant at that time. Apart from the skills of marksmanship, Night Cat learnt a whole lot of demolition skills from him. Pyut was now a stationary explosives expert, now that those specialties were back in the market.

" Why did they name this the Gazelle, anyway? Not like a deer's gonna get up and fly," Night Cat interrupted my train of thoughts, commenting at the name given for the helicopter we were on.
" Why did they call you a cat? You don't have fur, do you," Kheez had already begun the another battle of wits with him.
I cast a faded smile across my face, and saw Crucist shaking his head, with his eyes already closed.