• The Secret Service agents in the hallway were lined up on either side of the hall using overturned desks as improvised cover were wearing heavy Kevlar vests and helmets. Yet they still weren’t ready for what was on the other side of the door. The door disappeared in a cloud of smoke and dust and what followed was hell.

    The Service men were stunned as the door charge went off; the ones nearest to the door never saw the creature in power armor that killed them. The ones midway down the hall recovered from the shock in time only to be awed. They stared at the hulking figures, with red glowing visors, racing out of the doorway with such ruthless efficiency and accuracy that not a round missed its mark and the first few rows of men never even had the hope of a chance.

    The men midway down the hall were ripped out of their awe as the first of them died. Rounds chipped into the desks they were using as cover as the figures rushed through the smoke firing, re-aiming, and then firing again each shot a kill shot.




    The lack of fear he felt wasn’t confidence in his equipment, it wasn’t confidence in his men, or for that matter himself, but sheer lack of fear in his being. The counter in his HUD reached zero and he ducked behind one of the overturned desks and dropped the magazine pulling a fresh one, and slamming it home.

    “Thomas. Burn them all.” He said over the squad circuit

    Thomas burst through the door, the rest of the squad following in his wake. He carried a large, snub-nosed, flamer whose tank was configured behind the pistol grip in a bullpup formation. He pulled the trigger and an inferno of hell was unleashed. He swept the cone back and forth, engulfing everyone in the hall, including his commander.

    He smelt the holocaust even through the filters in his helmet and smiled wolfishly. He walked forwards burning everything in his path, the screams filling the hallway, the stench of burnt meat permeating the hallway. Finally the flamer sputtered and stopped projecting its hell.

    The lieutenant stood smoke billowing in small wisps off his armor and grinned. Secondary fires were burning all over the hallway and every agent that stood against them was laying in a pile of their own ashes and burnt flesh. He stepped forward past the corpses towards the end of the hallway and their goal.

    He stopped at the doorway and pulled his helmet off his head and hooked it onto his belt at the small of his back, he tossed the rifle to his left hand and pulled out his sword. In the past few years, since the advent of mono blades, that is weapons which edge is one molecule thick, swords and short swords had returned to the field of battle and were used extensively. His was not a mono blade, but a chainsword, a wicked thing that operated just like a chainsaw except with a guard on the back to protect the wielder. The tips were angled down slightly to increase trauma done to flesh, although his were different in that they weren’t tipped with steel, but diamond.

    His squad formed up behind him, and he stepped forward and planted his foot in the center of the door forcing it wide open and half ripping it off its hinges. He followed the kick through and swung the whirring chainsword slashing the first agent’s stomach wide open his intestines spilling. The vampire spun as he followed through with the slash and leveled his rifle and pulled the trigger holing another agent’s skull. He ducked down spinning again removing another’s legs as rounds whirred over his head.

    He moved forward spinning and firing following up every killing stroke with yet another or a lethally aimed rifle shot. As he spun around he saw his target with two agent’s in front of him. Time was in slow motion as the first round whizzed by his ear. He snarled and sprinted forward, and leapt up on the desk the three men were behind.

    He leapt off it snarling in anger the two agents under him pushing their charge back right before he landed on one. The vampire landed hard crumpling the man under him the put his rifle to the man’s head and pulled the trigger, as he spun around a sharp pain creased his cheek.

    The round barely skimmed his cheek, an inch off from killing him. He snarled and in one quick movement decapitated the offending party. He snarled and flipped off the chainsword and holstered it, and harnessed his rifle and pulled his pistol moving towards the target.

    He jerked forward as the bullets impacted him from behind and he spun pistol already firing, joining his whole team’s rifle fire. There were a few agents who decided to hide and ambush the team, bad move. In a matter of seconds they were all dead, all five of them slaughtered and riddled with more holes than ever should be placed in a living thing.

    “Check the room, do not, I repeat do not kill any civilians.” He snarled at his team, and they silently went to work.

    “Mr. President, where were we?” he sneered at the man on his knees in front of him.

    “Right, Mathew, get a feed going for these cameras, hack the broadcast system and get ready to project live.”

    “Roger that sir”

    “I believe you were about to tell your nation how you were going to lead them through this war successfully correct?” His words were still a sneer
    “Even if you kill me we will win.” The human slowly stood feeling his heart about to explode from his chest as he looked up at the man who was well over a head taller than him.

    “Ah, well you can tell your people that still, how you will lead them, I’m sure it will be comforting news.”



    “Get it started, start the cameras let the public here their president’s message” He snarled and stepped back holstering his pistol as he did.

    The president looked at him and stuttered unsure what to do, when the creature beside him surely still in the camera’s view path snarled he opened his mouth, “Fellow American’s I know this war has led to many hardships, but be reassured and glad to hear when I tell you that our major offensive is going well. We have already pushed the offenders out of California and continue to have them on their heels. I can personally guarantee with the leadership of my cabinet and myself that Amer-“

    The gunshot rang out; the vampire had pulled the pistol and put it to the man’s temple so fast it wasn’t even visible. The human’s head jerked as a cloud of gore flew out of the opposite side of his head. Blood, skull fragments, skin, brain matter, and a new hole appeared in the far wall as his corpse fell. The pistols action stayed back as smoke billowed out of its barrel and the open action as the vampire held it in place for a moment.

    He reloaded the pistol and turned towards the camera a deep snarl in his throat as he spoke his fangs flashing, “People of America. Your president lays dead, his words were lies. Our new offensive began last night and we will conquer you. Give yourself up peaceably and no harm will come to you, fight, and you will be exterminated. Your choice.”

    He pointed his pistol at the camera after racking the slide and shot it.