User:Nextoy/Slider/2

Marco and Slider were back at the first room, each sitting on opposite ends of the desk. Pictures were laid out along the desk, each having different shots of the mercenary raid. Among them was also a few pictures of a militaresque base out in the middle of a grassland, including a few pictures of the inside. The station guards were very alert in each picture, looking out in all directions. Even the ones in the stadium seemed to have their attention spread out in as many places as they could.

“This is the group you’ll be going up against. Their senses have been modified beyond what the average person can detect, so you’ll have to be very careful from here on out.” Marco explained as he pointed at several different pictures. “However those boots put you at an advantage. They’re silent in their base form, and they can get you up into places where they might not think to look, so you chose to go there.”

“Who are these people?” Slider asked in a wispy, bewildered voice.

“Kaleidoscope. They are the eyes and ears for a man who wishes to become God. We’ve learned a lot about them, but too much to cover in one sitting. I’ll explain everything you need to know when you need to know it. However what’s most important is that they’re leader, Omniscious, can somehow see everything that happens in his base. We don’t know how he does this, but once he spots you all of the guards will know that you’re there in an instant.” Marco answered, his expression as grim as his words.

“Yeah, well I’ll just have to be in a place they’re not!” Slider pointed out as he smirked, his hand balled up in a fist as he did a victorious arm pump.

“Remember, they’re everywhere. If you get caught you must make sure to lose his line of sight, even if it means taking out the guards. This will be far from easy, but I think you have a chance. Those boots will let you slide and climb around on areas you normally couldn’t, so you must use this to your advantage.” Marco explained further as he showed off a few different pictures.

Slider looked over everything for a moment before he turned to Marco. “How will I know where to go? Or what to do?” He asked, a confused and worried expression on his face.

“I will keep in touch with you like I did in your training. I can see things others can’t, and might have a way of helping you get into things that you normally couldn’t.” Marco answered as he placed a hand on Slider’s shoulder to try and assure him. Slider nodded, his face growing more serious. “Now we must depart swiftly. The sooner we get to the base the sooner we can save those in need of saving.” Marco pointed out as he got up and created a second doorway of ice on the other side of the room, facing the one leading out to the courtyard.

As the two of them walked into a new room they were greeted with a militaresque spy plane, with the back hatch open. “This is how we’re getting in there, but you’ll have to be careful when you jump out. A halo jump isn’t that easy, but it’ll get you as close as we need you to go without making much noise.” Marco explained, with Slider rubbing his nose with his finger.

“I think I’ve got a better idea, actually.” Slider announced, a mischievous smirk forming along his lips.

“Why did I let him talk me into this?” Marco asked himself quietly, his hand stuck on his forehead and rubbed around on it. Both of them stood at the top of a giant ice hill, with a path straight down the side of it and ended in a large ramp. “Just try to be-” Marco started, though Slider flew past him and down the slope before Marco could finish. “...careful.”

“YEAH BABY!” Slider screamed as he launched himself off the giant ramp while he performed various tricks, flips, and spins through the air. “Try seeing this one coming!” He shouted again, the ice on his boots fusing together into a makeshift snowboard for him to do even more advance trick on. nose grabs, stale fish, Lando-Roll, triple cork, and eventually fused the ice to do a drill spin down onto his landing site, kicking up snow from his boots and spinning around into a stealth roll behind a piece of cover in the very entrance of the base.

“What was that?” The guards asked, a few rushing over to take a closer look. They found nothing but some melted snow, and overlooked it. Slider breathed heavily, his mind and heart still racing from the jump. “Wait a minute…” When one of the guards looked back over he saw the melted snow again and grabbed onto his radio. “Possible intruder in the base. Be on alert at all times.” He called in, with a quick affirmation coming out of the radio before it shut off.

“Great… that’ll make things MUCH easier.” Slider snarked in his head as he looked up from his cover. “Welp, gotta stay frosty.” The guard started to walk towards him, though Slider rolled over to another piece of cover. He looked around at the area a bit since the guard hadn’t noticed him yet.

Despite how grassy it was just past the barbed wire fence, the base itself was grey from end-to-end with concrete. Cameras, guards, and walls were about all he could see from his current spot. Things would be difficult, but the security was a bit more lax than he’d expected. Slider grinned and looked back again, the other guard haven turned around, before he got up and slid on by. As he slid around the base, checking everything out, Slider realized that he didn’t know where he was going.

“Good, you’ve landed on the west wing of the base.” Marco’s voice echoed in Slider’s head. “First you’ll need to find the armory. It’s unmarked, but there will be two men standing guard at the door. Your best approach is to attack then from above.”

“How is it that we’re talking like this?” Slider thought curiously, looking up and scratching his nose.

“Nevermind that, I’ll explain when you get back.” Marco answered. Slider shrugged, continuing to slide around the base; but their conversation had distracted him from the guards in the base.

“INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT!” The sirens blared, with several guards pouring into the area at an alarming rate. Slider couldn’t do much but just look around for a moment, a smirk carved on his face. Entering his racing stance, Slider motioned a “come at me” to one of the guards with his fingers.

The moment the guards swung at him with their batons Slider began to slip between them and knocked a few down by balling up his hands and striking them in between the shoulder blades.and others with simple kicks to the back of the knee or the ankle. However it was only a matter of minutes before he started getting bashed about by them, slipping and sliding between them before getting knocked on his back’ the ice on his boots almost fully melted.

“Now what to do with you?” One of the guards asked, picking up the barely-conscious intruder. The sounds of energy waves and cries of pain from soldiers was the last thing that Slider heard before he dropped out of consciousness.

After the guards had been taken care of a robed man dropped onto ground off the nearest building. “What am I to do with you?” He asked himself as he picked up Slider’s unconscious body and carried him over to an unguarded part of the base. Sometime later the infiltrator awoke.

“Wh...where am I? And where’d the donuts go?” Slider asked as he got up and brought a hand up to his head. He looked around at the cabin-like room from the bunk bed he laid on as he tried to piece together what happened.

“You’re in over your head, greenhorn.” A robed man answered as he cleaned what looked like a rounded, triggerless pistol made of cedar wood with a cotton handkerchief. He pointed the gun towards the roof, looking at the runic inscriptions along the barrel. “Its best you keep your head down and let me deal with the guards before you slip into more trouble.”

“H-Hey!” Slider, despite being dizzy still, was angered by the statement. “This is my mission! I was the one sent by the Order of Good Samaritans! Who do you think you are?”

“Order of what?” The robed man looked over, glaring at Slider. “Do you think this is some kind of game? Go home kid, before you get yourself hurt.” He suggested as he aimed the gun at a wall. When he did it started to glow light blue at the tip, though the aura was seethrough for a moment before it faded away.

“Am I high?” Slider thought to himself as he stared at the aura that formed at the tip of the wooden gun.

“No, that’s one of our men. Be patient with him, and I’ll update him on the situation.” Marco explained from inside Slider’s head.

“I’ll never get used to this…” The robed man looked down for a moment. His lips moved silently for a moment before he nodded, looking back up to Slider and weakened his glaring expression. “So you’re literally a greenhorn, then. My name’s Vizer; expert rank ice mage and hitman for our Order’s dirtier missions.” He introduced, though his friendliness stopped at the loosened expression.

“They call me The Stylish-”

“Slider, I know. We don’t got time for a speech.” Vizer interrupted as his glare had gone back to it’s initial expression. Slider looked off to the side in response, unsure of what to say. “Hmph, typical. All bark and no bite. Listen kid, there’s a difference between confidence and egotism. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

“So what ARE you doing here, anyways?” Slider asked, his gaze having returned to Vizer.

“Recon, currently. Soon I’ll be taking a more offensive front.” Vizer answered, his hand glowing and hovering over the wooden gun.

“Well than I’m just your guy!” Slider replied, flicking his thumb across his nose.

“After some training, maybe.” Vizer corrected, not looking away from his pistol.

“I already went through training! I even beat Marco’s ice whatever it was!” Slider pointed out, his expression a mix of confusion, surprise, and annoyance.

“The golem? Bah, the bigger they are the harder they fall. You need to be trained on how to go up against someone your own size, and I’m not trusting you with a caster.” Vizer explained. He placed both hands back onto the pistol’s handle, looking down the sights as the light-blue glow appeared again. This time it was more solidified and made a slight whirring sound before it died down again.

“Alright then Mr. Smartstuff, how about you show me than?” Slider asked, glaring at the robed man who kept insulting him.

Vizer looked over to him with an unamused expression. “Me? Unless-” He started, looking back to the side. He nodded a couple times before a sigh of annoyance was released. “Fine. Follow me.” The two of them left the bunker and stood at the entrance of it.

“What're you doing?” Slider asked with a curious expression. After he had silently scanned the area Vizer turned back towards Slider, his fingers curled and uncurled towards him in a beckoning fashion. Slider nodded and grinned, going down into his runner's stance. He darted towards the robed man, sliding off to the side of him before catching Vizer's foot slammed across his ankle. As Slider slammed onto the ground Vizer pointed his pistol at him.

“You're reckless.” He pointed out, spinning the gun back into it's holster.

“Yeah, well, give me another try! Let’s see what happens then!” Slider demanded as he stood back up. Vizer only nodded, going back into his battle stance. Slider rushed straight at him this time; but as he turned for a shoulder slam Viser stepped to the side as drew his gun and bashed the bottom of the handle into Slider’s back.

“You’re the one they picked for this mission?” Vizer asked, his gun pointed at the downed Slider once more. With a sound of displeasement he holstered the gun once more.

“Oh yeah, smart ass? I can play that game.” Slider thought, externally grunting in both pain and anger. He slid off towards the wall of the bunker, spikes summoned, and ran up it a ways before kicking off.

“How’s a taste of this!” He shouted as his leg reeled back. Vizer spun around and brought up his arm to block the flying kick, pulled Slider down by his leg, and fed the assailant his knee before he let go and watched his opponent fall onto the ground.

“You’re too loud, though you had the right idea.” Vizer explained, with Slider’s boots having melted a bit. “This isn’t the race track kid, learn to be quiet and you’ll be on your first step to being worth a damn.”

Slider groaned, getting up enough to look at his mentor. “I’ll be sure to remember that when I’m herald as a hero and you're stuck in the bleachers.” He replied, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Vizer replied, pulling Slider onto his feet. “Either way you can rest here for now, I gotta get back to work. Remember: keep quiet and use those boots to your advantage.” Vizer explained as he carefully tossed his trainee onto the bunk. Slider rested his head down for what felt like just a moment, but slipped out of consciousness once his eyes closed.

By the time he awoke the sun had already set. It wasn’t long before Slider climbed out of the bunk, rubbed his nose with his finger and stretched out. “Talk about a weird day.” He thought to himself, walking out of the bunker. “Now what was I supposed to be looking for..?” He asked aloud, his eyes closed and a menu of sorts in his mind’s eye. He thoughtlessly rummaged through it before finding his objective.

Guards still roamed around the base, now on alert because of the recent attack. Slider recognized that this would make things tricky, but he also knew that it would make finding the armory easier. “It’d be the most heavily guarded place, right?” He thought, sliding around the base. “Like.. that, maybe?”

A good ways in front of him stood a large man guarding one of the smaller buildings. He towered over the other guards, with holsters and sheaths for weapons strapped to every part of his body. Pistols on his side, submachine guns on his belt, knives lining his thighs, plus a full-sized sword and an assault rifle on his back. Additionally he had mags for his guns scattered along his body. This, as even Slider could easily recognize, was not a man to be trifled with.

“This foe is best dealt with from above.” A voice rang in his head. It wasn’t Marco’s, but it didn’t sound like Vizer either. However Slider had this odd feeling that the voice was on his side. He looked around a bit before climbing up one of the walls with the spike boots, jumped from it onto the armory roof, and then down onto the guard. As the spikes dug into the guard’s back he grabbed slider and threw him onto the ground.

“And who might you be?” The man asked in a thick Russian accent as he pulled one of his pistols out of the holster and pointed it at Slider, with his trigger finger kept along the barrel. Slider rolled over and looked up at the gun for a moment before he quickly rolled off to the side and onto his feet, the guard firing a shot just after Slider started moving.

“You cannot run, coward.” The large Russian assured, standing up to his full height as he holstered the pistol and pulled out an SMG. As Slider darted along the area, barely dodging the spray of bullets headed right to him, he slid behind one of the buildings. The spikes ejected out from the ice of his boots as he climbed the building wall, holding onto the ledge of the roof and waiting for the monstrous guard to walk over.

“Hiding will do you no good.” The Russian pointed out as he turned the corner.

“Then I won't!” Slider yelled as he jumped off. As he falled, bringing his fists together in an axe handle, the Russian backfisted him into the wall. After a swift punch to the infiltrator’s jaw everything went black