<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/28753/2861188-crysis_3_nanosuit.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Major Laurence Barnes<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Prophet<br/><strong>Game:</strong>Crysis Series<br/><strong>Time:</strong>01-18-0900<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redacted > Kill Zone<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>Mentioned:</strong><hr/><br/>"Prophet, prepared to drop." A voice crackled to life over his comms in response. "Copy that, Prophet. We are over the insertion point in t-niner eight, seven, six, five, four, three...go go go!" Opening his eyes, he took a few steps forward and fell toward open ocean. The fall lasted nearly 20 full seconds before he finally crashed into the water. Thanks to the suit, he didn't even feel the impact and was immediately swimming up to the surface. Night ops like this were the best. A quick infiltration. Do the mission. Get out before anyone knows you were even there. Once he was out of the water, he snuck through the docks and toward the center of the city.<br/><br/>He encountered heavy security along the way, but he knew how to avoid them, and he dispatched who he couldn't sneak past. After about a half hour, he arrived at El Presidente's penthouse palace. Now he just had to get inside. Prophet's breath came in long, slow increments. Even without his stealth mode engaged, he was a highly trained soldier and survivalist. He knew how to sneak around. And that's exactly what he was doing at the moment. Crouched low, he reached onto his back and pulled the bow just slightly. It was just enough force to break the magnetic lock that kept it in place, and as he swung it around in front of him the bow unfolded and was ready for use.<br/><br/>He nocked and arrow then and aimed, his breath becoming even calmer as he pulled, pulled, pulled. When the target stopped moving, he let go. The arrow launched like a silent cannon shot, and when it hit the patrolling guard in the head, well....his funeral wouldn't be open casket. Standing up, he jogged over, yanking the arrow out of the wall it had embedded in and continuing on his way. Prophet slowed from his jog to a walk, and then a crouch when he came upon a wall. Kneeling at the corner, he expanded his senses and heard the dull thud of footsteps approaching. There was a guy right around the corner. As soon as he got close enough he could -.<br/><br/>Prophet lunged forward, his hand wrapping around the guard's neck in an iron grip. Pivoting, he swung around so he was out of sight, and held him off the ground with the one hand. Before the man could begin to struggle for his life, a muffled crunch sounded beneath Prophet's glove and the guard's head violently snapped backwards. He set him down against the wall, then peeked around the corner. No one there. Good. He was almost at the objective now. The man whose face had been in the dossier he'd been given was named Ricardo Ruiz. A despot over a small town who'd struck platinum and used the money to fund a small militia armed with illegal tech and Ceph weaponry.<br/><br/>As a result, in just a few months he'd claimed the small country of Elsa Cruz as his own and installed himself as a dictator. But in a few short minutes, he'd be dead. And with his death, came freedom for all of Elsa Cruz. Oh, and of course Uncle Sam would take a nice fat chunk of those platinum mines for saving their ass. That was one of his less favorable parts of war, but it was what it was. Sneaking around to the cargo entrance, he hacked the door and made his way inside. From there it took longer than he liked, but he made it to the penthouse with no problems...just a small trail of bodies.<br/><br/>Once he was outside El Presidente's door, he engaged his stealth mode and snuck into the residence. Despite his power, Ruiz was still just a sad little man. And that sad little man was playing video games in his living room as Prophet crept up behind him. He unholstered his pistol, flipped the safety, and pointed it at the back of Ruiz' head. He pushed just a bit, and the suppressor attached to the barrel bumped the back of his head, causing him to freeze. "The fuck? The fuck is this!?" Prophet just pushed harder, then he walked around, sliding the gun across the despot's skull until he was in front of him and the gun was pointed right at his forehead. "I'm gonna need you to keep your voice down. I don't wanna have to kill<em>everyone</em>I come across today."<br/><br/>Ruiz paled almost immediately, and Prophet could see he was already starting to sweat. "Uh uh, okay. Okay amigo. Whatever you want, I can get it for you. Money, cars, women. Men?" Prophet shook his head no to all of that. "No dice, Presidente. Now, you could step down from office and dismantle this oppressive regime you've created. You could give these people their lives back. Let them live in freedom and happiness. You say yes to that, I guarantee you make it out of this alive." Raul might have been a pathetic man, but he had the same symptoms as most mad men and dictators. Once they had power, they never wanted to give it up. They'd rather risk death than losing power.<br/><br/>"You must be crazy, cabron. You think I'm gonna give all this up? Everything I built?! Fuck that! You can kill me right now- He pulled the trigger, there was a muffled Pfft! And then... and then he woke up. Laurence snapped up, breathing hard, sweating bullets, screaming and brandishing the pistol he never slept without. He waved it around a few times, then as he realized where he was, and that he was pointing the business end of his gun at the cute little turtle sitting on a cloud, he took a deep breath and flipped the safety. "Sorry," was all he could get out at first.<br/><br/>Then he took the letter. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but he'd already opened the letter so the little guy just flew off a lot faster than a cloud should have been able to move. "Shit, they just need to find a cure for PTSD already so the damn nightmares'll stop at least." Shaking his head, he reached over and picked up the half empty water bottle he'd been nursing before his nap. He drained it while his eyes quickly scanned over the letter, and he already knew what had to be done. The Mugen Virus had to be stopped from spreading, and if they thought enough of him to ask his help, no way he'd turn them down.<br/><br/>He didn't even hesitate when he tapped yes, nor did he take a second thought before hopping into the whirling portal of energy it opened up. Next thing he knew, he was with a few other people he assumed were heroes, and they were all standing in an absolutely huge foyer. It was like something out of a castle or something like that. He snapped his head toward the sound and as he looked at the cheese puff with eyes, legs, and a snout, he scoffed. "Q-Bert?" The little guy was pretty cute, and even though he couldn't understand him, he made it clear he wanted them to follow. After they made it to the elevator and Q-Bert warped out and the lady with the long hair took the job of pressing the button for all of them. In an instant they were all somewhere else, somewhere bright and sunny and hot and sandy...fuck.<br/><br/>He looked down and nearly groaned when he saw he his tank top and board shorts had been replaced with BDU's again for the first time in multiple decades. Then it turned into a chuckle at the nostalgia of it. "Well damn; haven't worn these since the Gulf War." It even looked a bit like Iraq with the sand everywhere. His eyes focused on the "Cole Train" as he stepped up and whooped loudly. Laurence wanted to shout right back, but if he was going into basic again, he knew that'd just spell trouble. So he swallowed his pride, stiffened his posture with his hands clasped behind his back, and waited for Guile to speak.<br/><br/>As he introduced the Instructor, he looked at each one and memorized face and name if he didn't know them or know of them already. So many distinguished military personnel. Laurence wished he was here as an equal and not a rank recruit, but this was for the good of all the worlds. He'd take going back to square one to save all existence. And then it was time for their introduction. Just like with the KI's, if he didn't know who you were already, he memorized your name for later.<em>Jack Carver, Shanoa, Pvt. Prinny, Dante, Rose, and even the Itallion Stallion Mario</em>. A nice line-up so far, even after Mario's freak out at the realization his mustache had been shaved without him knowing or something.<br/><br/>He lightly tapped his arm and shrugged. "It's okay...it'll grow back." Well, it was his turn to step up and make himself known. Stepping forward, he snapped his feet together, then threw his hand up to his head in a practiced, crisp army salute. "Sirs! My name is Major Laurence Barnes! US Army! Delta Ops! Code-Name Prophet! I'm from EA, and I'm here because I'm a good soldier. Every time my world needed saving, I stepped up no matter the cost. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do the same for something so much bigger. I'll go wherever you say I'm needed, sirs! And I look forward to kicking ass with you in the future, SIRS!" Dropping his hand, he stepped back into the lineup with the others.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><em>1636 words: 5 XP<br/><strong>[||||||||||]</strong> 5/10</em>