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Old 01-22-2006, 05:50 AM
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23.11.2167, Somewhere in southern Italy

Hunter was lying at the top of hill behind huge rock. His full attention was focused on camp next to the hill. The camp was built on ruins of small town, some buildings were repaired so that those could be used for living.
The camp was base of raiders, quite big group of people who has been causing chaos last 5 years in surrounding areas. But the raiders weren't the true reason why the Hunter was there.

Hunter's mind wandered again to his final conversation with his father. This was just one hour before his father was executed.
-"My son, I want to make final request before I'm gone"
-"What's it?"
-"When the time comes, you must leave this town and find the truth."
-"Why I can't stay here?"
-"It's not safe for you to stay here longer than necessary. They will finally do same to you what they are going to do to me"
-"But why would anyone want to kill me? And why do they want to execute you?"
-"It's because of the truth. They don't want that it comes to everybody's attention. I know only parts of it, and they think I'm a threat."
-"What's that kind of truth that it must be kept secret?"
-"I don't dare to tell it to you, since the knowledge of it before you are far away could risk your life. And that's something I don't want."
-"But could you even tell me a small hint what I should search?"
-"Okay, but remember to keep this secret. I say only four words: truth of what happened."
-"What do you mean by that?"
-"You will find it out when you are old enough. Just remember to find it, and reveal it to as many as possible. But do not speak of it before you have very good evidence, since no-one is going to believe you without it."
Just then, few guards came, and started to drag Hunter's father away. This was the last time he saw his father.

The Hunter had been 14 then. Now, 10 years later, he had finally understood what his father had meant. The truth of the war. The truth of what really happened. The truth who really was responsible of the great destruction. And Hunter believed that at least a bit of it lied in tunnels and military complex just under the camp which he was watching. Few months ago he had heard that there were some kind of army's headquarter somewhere under the ruins of that town. Headquarter, where some secrets were held.

Again his mind started to wander, this time to the events which lead his escaping from the town. It had been only two years after his father's execution. One evening ten armed guards had raided their house, arresting both him and his mother. It seemed like they believed that he or his mother knew something. His mother had been taken away, and the guards were going to take him also, when he had managed free himself and run to the dark. It had been last time he had seen his mother, and he had heard rumours that she had been executed like his father right the following day.

Three days Hunter had ran, without eating, without sleeping, only thinking to get as far away as possible. Finally, he had ended to small farm, and the owner had offered to give him shelter if Hunter helps him in work. Gladly Hunter had accepted this offer, and several months went. One day, the owner had sent him to hunt some wild animals for a food, and when he returned, the farm was burning, and the owner was crucified on the tree nearby. It was done by group of raiders. When standing and watching the corpse of man who had helped him, Hunter had decided that besides the quest his father had gave to him, he would dedicate his life to hunt down criminals, who didn't deserve anything else than death. At that moment he also took name Hunter, since he wanted to cut any bonds to his past, and especially to keep his true identity secret.

Finally, the Hunter forced his mind to the present, and to the camp. The camp was huge, surrounded by wall which was practically old buildings with the gaps filled. The camp was somewhat shapeless, the wall was running from building so that there were as few gaps to be filled as possible. The buildings were either partially rebuild or used as bases of towers, which likely served a purpose as guard towers. The wall wasn't high, only five or so meters, but Hunter wasn't able to see any place where he could just climb to get inside. So, the gate was the only option. The gate was actually a gap between two buildings, which was left unfilled. Probably there was something inside which could be used to block it, but at least it wasn't used right now.

The gate was guarded at least by three raiders, but there could be more in places where he wasn't able to see. The guards seemed quite sharp, as they all stood there, turning their heads to different directions, guns ready for shooting. With his binoculars Hunter was able to determine that each one of them was carrying hunting riffles.

Hunter checked his equipment. He was carrying his sniper riffle, four grenades, enough bullets to his riffle and his 9mm pistol and six clips to it, each one containing 25 bullets. He decided that that should be enough, since he could always use the weapons of raiders, if his owns weren't enough. He knew that he could find some automatic riffles inside, as more grenades. He had also heard that there was one raider who was using some kind of energy weapon, but Hunter didn't count on this rumour, since energy weapons were very rare and hard to use. The only possibility was that if someone inside that camp was able to use such weapon, that person surely was at least minor leader of the raiders.

Hunter decided to make straight attack towards the gate, using grenade to kill those three guards he was seeing and the switching to his pistol. After getting inside, he must find a cover as soon as possible, since the resistance was likely going to be heavy.

He started to crawl towards the gate, keeping the guards in his vision all the time. His advantage was small piece of ruins and his suit, which was made of unknown material to him but which colour matched very closely to colour of sand. Slowly he reached the guards, until he was about ten meters from them, hiding behind small section of old wall. Quickly Hunter threw one grenade, and after 2 and half seconds he heard promisefull sound of explosion and painful screaming. Quickly he rose to crouch, so that he was able to see behind his cover, pistol ready to fire anyone coming towards or any of the guards who may have survived from the explosion. To his satisfaction he saw that each one of the three guards were dead, hands or legs missing. Quickly he ran to the gate, hided to behind some old machine just inside the camp. He saw five raiders running towards the gate, and it seemed that none of them had noticed him yet. Right after the fifth one had got past Hunter's hiding place, he started to shoot them with his pistol. Within a seconds each one was dead, as he had took them by surprise. Seems like no-one had excepted that he was already inside.
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