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» Time Lapse

Author: Ash
Date Started: 2nd January 2002
Current Chapters: 1
Explanation: "Time Lapse" tells the tale of an Allied Soldier; Sargeant Harland Anderson - but this man is no ordinary soldier.

Chapter 1 - Shot in the Dark
2010 ZULU 17MAR1959
Allied Training Grounds Post 117; Corvallis, Oregon, USA

The cold air pounded against the young man's sweaty forehead as he ran like a frightened fawn through the trees of Dunn forest. He was chilled to the bone from his drenched BDU's and his legs were sore from the stress put upon them since the morning. Though his body ached, his mind was able to put past the pain and carry on to save not only him, but his mission as well. The extensive Allied GI training emphasizes on putting the mission ahead of personal safety. It is hard at first to accept, but the soldiers soon come around to become the warriors they were destined to be. Sargeant Harland Anderson was no exception. If anything, he was beyond the standard of the Allied Army. Since his early childhood, Anderson was told great tales of his father's heroics in the second world war, and he vowed to carry on the family tradition and follow in his father's footsteps. Following them quickly, running faster and faster to his destination; his team's base on the south side of the forest.

Anderson's father had been stationed on Post 117 when he was ten years old. In his spare time, his father would guide him through the woods of Dunn Forest, teaching him how to move in secret and attack in stealth. Roan Anderson had been a highly-decorated sniper during his time in WWII. The British had a special program in which they taught the standard American GI the latest in sniping tactics and how to shoot the most sophisticated, high-powered rifles in the world at the time. Roan scored a 40 out of 40 on the markmanship test and was honored by his peers. He passed all his knowledge onto his son. Anderson did not let his father down for he also scored a 40 on his test and graduated the new, modern, American sniper school at the top five percent of his class.

Anderson knew every inch of Dunn Forest and if he wanted to win this war game, he knew had to use all of them. Unfortunatly, he did not realize that he was so close to one of the enemy platoons when he was crawling along the ground toward the enemy base. Startled, and not sure what to do, he decided to get his first "kill" of the day. Silently he had taken aim at the sargeant and fired, causing the sargeant's TaC vest to emit a loud, high pitched beeping that annoyed all around the unlucky target, and could only be stopped by removing the key that activated the laser emitter on the rifle, and placing it into a slot on the vest. This simulated that you are dead for the emitter will not work unless you have the key in, thus you cannot kill anyone. The sargeant was now "dead," but his platoon wasn't and Anderson's shot did not go unnoticed. The next thing he knew, he was running from a hail of laser fire thrown into the bushes he was trying to hide in. Now he ran as fast as possible to his base in the south. His TaC vest made short beeps to signify bullets whizzing past his ears. His heart was pounding, but he loved every minuite of it.

Though he was on the run and out numbered, he was being chased by a whole platoon of green soldiers with no leader, and Anderson knew he could use this to his advantage. If he could make it to his team's base, he could lure the enemy into the waiting arms of the machine gunners placed along the outer walls made of logs and brush. He assumed that the young privates would hear the gun fire and, after wetting themselves, attempt an unorginized retreat in which Anderson and the machine gunners would make short work thinning out the ranks of the former platoon.

Anderson could see the base now about 200 yards away, but he was becoming fatigued. He had already ran 150 yards from his former position after crawling for another 100 before that. He glanced back and could see the platoon a stone's throw behind him, still firing but hitting nothing. The young group was caught by Anderson in the middle of a rest, and they had alot more energy than Anderson had. He grabbed his radio from his belt and still running, pressed the button to talk.
In between breaths, Anderson managed to say, "Eagle to base!"
[Base hear, go ahead,] the radio chattered, obscured by heavy static but still understandable.
"I'm... coming in from... the north with... a whole platoon... after me," Anderson said.
[We got visual, Eagle. We'll cover you. Base out.]
Anderson clipped his radio back on to his belt and continued running. He was very close to the north wall of his base now, and he knew all he had left to run was a few more feet. But the pain was becoming too strong to ignore and Anderson doubted his ability.

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