[ WP ] Hurricanes are acctually powerful wind elementals that the world governments exterminate in secret . Your team has been tasked with destroying the near landfall hurricane Mathew .

A radio stuttered to life, noise crackling as a heavy voice edged through. 
 
 `` Looking like a category two there Michael.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm seeing it, reading at 157 kilometers an hour. We green yet?'' 
 
 `` Jesus Michael, I'll tell you when we're green, I've always told you when we're green!'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah... I get it. Jeez...'' 
 
 The radios died for a moment, seconds ticking by in silence apart from the gusts of wind that past them by. Michael watched carefully from his wasp as the hurricane inched closer and closer. 
 
 It was just him and Frank out here today, command did n't think a category two was worth anymore than that nowadays. Bullshit if you asked him, category two could be dangerous as well if it hit land, just like any other elemental, but command had the say of things and they said it was n't worth a damn. So Michael waited patiently, fingers wrapped around his weapon. 
 
 The Wind Splitter they called it. Jesus, the name was so awkward Michael was certain that Erin, the biggest nerd in the R & D department, was the one who named it. He just could n't understand what the hell the point of even naming a weapon something special like that really was. Maybe a matter of pride? Michael had no clue but he was certain that Erin- 
 
 The crackling of his radio cut off his line of thought. 
 
 `` We're green Michael! Time to roll!'' 
 
 He smiled instantly at the words as he revved his boats engine to life. Now that he thought about it though... 
 
 `` Hey Frank!?'' He shouted into the small receiver, hoping his partner would catch his voice through the sound of rippling air. 
 
 `` What!?'' Apparently he had. 
 
 `` Why the hell do they call our boats Wasps? These fuckers do n't even fly!'' He screamed into the wind as he barreled through the waves towards the eye. Wind started to batter into the side of his vehicle now, threatening to topple it over and send him into the depths below. 
 
 `` Save your stupid ass questions for later!'' Frank roared back. 
 
 Michael laughed as he twisted his Wasp into an oncoming wave, battering through it, sending flecks of water past his vision, blurring it slightly. 
 
 One hand on the wheel, the other on the gun as he skidded across the surface of the water. The wind roared at him, pushing at hard as it could to send him astray, send him somewhere else, but he could n't be deterred from his path. 
 
 Above him, the groan of a God sounded as strong gust of wind slammed into the water before him, sending a shockwave of water flying into his face, knocking him to the back of his wasp. His hand flew out, seeking to grab something, anything to keep him on the boat and out the water. Frank sped past him, flipping him a rude gesture on the way. 
 
 Michael cursed as he reoriented himself on his oversized jetski. 
 
 `` Shit...'' He muttered to himself as he saw Frank disappear past a wave, heading closer to the eye. 
 
 Closer to the elemental. 
 
 He slammed the gas -technically it was nuclear powered but he pretended it was gas anyways- and sped off to catch up. 
 
 Eventually the winds and waves broke to calm as he rode into the eye of the storm. Frank was already there, and judging by the thundering cracks he was hearing, fighting the elemental. 
 
 Michael grinned as he raised his weapon, shouldering it as he took aim. A bit of a far shot for sure but he had made further in worse conditions. Through the scope, he could see Frank's Wasp weaving circles as wind slashed around him, each gust strong enough to tear a man in half. 
 
 As he aimed higher, his prize came into focus. 
 
 The wind elemental. 
 
 `` Pretty little thing are n't you...'' Michael whispered as his finger pushed the first trigger. His wind-splitter emitted a low hum as energy gathered along it's base, small lines, once devoid of any color, now glowing a dull red. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 He took a look at the elemental. Always feminine in figure for some reason, though the naming convention did n't really care about that. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 Her skin was pale blue with white lines zig-zagging across it like a checkerboard drawn by a three year old. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 Her hair flowed wildly around her, reaching her knees. It swayed with every wave of her slender arm. 
 
 `` Fully charged.'' Funny how they made the weapon speak, as though he were going to talk to it. 
 
 `` You might wan na move Frank.'' He whispered into the wind as his finger squeezed down on the second trigger. 
 
 The world grew silent for a moment, the wind stopped rippling and the waves stopped crashing. The wind elemental turned towards him slowly now as it felt the air shift, he could *feel* the anger on its face. It opened its mouth, maybe to roar at him as an attack or maybe to roar as it died, he did n't quite know. 
 
 Its hand raised up and Michael could see the air ripple around it like a twister, a vortex from hell missing the fire. Its hair seemed to flow around it now, twisting and turning like the hurricane it had formed. 
 
 Then the sound came back altogether. 
 
 The wind-splitter seemed to crash all of reality together in a horrid, wrenching noise, sending a shot of compact, super-cooled air towards the elemental. The waves split under it, halved by the sheer pressure and power it exerted on the world around it. 
 
 In an instant, the elemental disappeared. It's raging face and wild hair gone quite literally to the wind as the shot ripped apart its entire torso in one pass. It continued, undeterred, through the hurricane itself, paying homage to its name; Wind-Splitter. 
 
 Michael's breaths came out hacked and rough as he got back up, having been knocked back onto his ass from the shot. He could already see the hurricane disappearing, it's source of power gone from the world. A damn good job if he ever saw- 
 
 Once again, his thoughts were interrupted by the crackling of his radio. 
 
 `` Michael you bastard! You nearly killed me you fuck!'' Frank's toxic voice filled the air. Michael could feel his grin grow ear to ear. 
 
 `` Still alive? Damn, next time I'll angle the shot a bit lower so I clip you as well.'' 
 
 `` A bit lower? You cunt, the shot was low enough already, wrecked my wasp!'' Michael laughed at Frank's screaming as he turned his own wasp to his friends wreckage -still smoldering it seemed. `` Come pick my ass up you... you ass! You can bet your ass I'm writing this in our report by the way'' Frank finished lamely, still seething with rage as he continued to let a flow of curses leave his mouth. 
 
 Michael smiled into the blue sky. Pretty good day all-in-all he would say. 
 
 A job well fucking done. 
 
 Now... 
 
 Time to see what he could do to keep this out of Frank's report.
