[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - The Dark Gift Edition !

Keep in mind, this is part of a much bigger story. The idea is n't entirely fleshed out yet, but it's something I really want to write, so here's a part of it. 
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 **CRUNCH TIME** 
 
 `` No! No! No! No no no no no no!'' Jayke felt his heart drop as the map on the right hand side of his contact display filled with red dots. 
 
 `` Sir! They're everywhere! What's going on? We were told-'' 
 
 `` I know what you were told, captain, I was the one who told you,'' he snapped, quickly pulling up the map on his display. His contacts were freaking out with the amount of dots and movement they were displaying. 
 
 `` What do we do? We'll be dead in less than five minutes if you do n't do anything.'' 
 
 Jaykes was furiously swiping around and zooming in and out on the map, looking for any way into the fight without compromising himself. There were no vents, no back doors, nothing. He either had to go in guns blazing, showing everyone that he was there, or let them die. 
 
 Things just got worse when Ty's voice came over the coms. 
 
 `` Jayke! We've got a problem.'' 
 
 He groaned inwardly as he minimized the map for a second to focus on Ty. 
 
 `` What happened? What's going on?'' 
 
 `` They know we're here.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` They... We... Look, I do n't know how, but,'' Ty's voice faded slightly as he fought off a couple of enemies, `` they somehow found out that we're here. In some way they managed to figure out that we were going to be here. We walked into an ambush. They blew the entrance to the data center too. The only way we're getting in is through sector 3, and it's currently occupied.'' 
 
 Jayke swore and punched the wall next to him, his fist leaving an imprint on the dull and dark surface. His mind was racing, but he had no answers thus far. Suddenly, he looked up, his hand still on the wall. 
 
 `` Ty, do they know where I am?'' 
 
 He was silent for a few moments, but to Jayke, it felt like an eternity. 
 
 `` I do n't think so. They probably think you're around somewhere though. It's only logical, really.'' 
 
 `` How long will it take you guys?'' 
 
 `` Does n't matter. I saw the map. We have to act now, and we ca n't do that. We're pinned.'' 
 
 Jayke growled. He was frustrated. Everything was going wrong. He was expecting small delays or problems with the actual execution, but this was ridiculous. 
 
 He closed his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead. He began to methodically think his way through. 
 
 `` Sir! We need help now! We're getting massacred!'' 
 
 `` Shut up...'' Jayke muttered, his hands on his temples. 
 
 `` Jayke, we've got about 10 minutes before we clear this out. The squads on sector 3 are going to last around 2 minutes tops. You got ta move soon.'' 
 
 `` Just shut up! LET ME THINK!'' Jayke switched off the coms and squeezed his eyes shut even harder, focusing on the task at hand. 
 
 Jayke's hands were trembling slightly. There was a lot at stake here. If he chose wrong, this whole operation could be lost. He knew there had to be *some* way that they could save this, but the only options he had were off the table just because of how delicate the plan was. 
 
 *Well, first off, there's a leak. There's no way they could have known we were coming unless there was one. And second, the only way we're going to win this is if I come out of hiding and show myself at this point. * 
 
 He shook his head. He had very little time left. 
 
 *Fighting all those troops would be something doable, and I could probably stall until Ty and the others arrived to clean them up, but we'd lose a ton of time. We've got 15 minutes, and I wo n't be able to get to the data center in time if I do n't stay hidden. * 
 
 His contacts showed the flood of red dots still, and Ty had n't spoken since his last communication, which meant he was deep in combat. 
 
 Jayke gritted his teeth. This was so frustrating. Mentally, he kicked himself for not thinking about the enemy predicting their movements, or knowing about them. 
 
 There was no time left. He looked at the timer on his contacts again. The numbers were steadily counting down. It was down to 14:30 now. He had to move, or they'd lose the only opening they had into the data sector. 
 
 He had two options: try to just straight up sprint to the data center and hope he could finish planting the tracers in time, or fighting to stall and protect the one opening they had into the data center from the outside. Either way, he was going to be pressed for time. Either way, things were going to go wrong. If only he had more time. Just a little more time... 
 
 `` SCREW THIS!'' Jayke charged his hands with Lightning, and then smashed them into the wall with his imprint. The wall exploded, and Jayke leaped out of the hole into the room below. As he was falling, he fired a huge blast at the wall adjacent to him. The explosion rocked the room, and smoke and dust filled the air. The room behind the recently destroyed wall contained the flood of red dots. Everything stopped as Jayke landed. Everyone, friends and enemies alike, looked to the newly remodeled wall to see what had just caused such a spectacular scene. 
 
 Through the dust and smoke, a single figure stood, hands glowing a bright blue from the Lighting being channeled inside. The figure drew his sword, channeling Lightning into the blade, causing it to dully glow blue. No one knew if they should shoot or not, because they could n't tell if it was a friend or an enemy to themselves. 
 
 Normally, Jayke relished these moments. He was in control. He knew what was happening, and what was going to happen. He knew that everything depended on what he did. The entire mission hinged on this single moment. These moments were his rush. They were his high. He usually *thrived* in situations like this. 
 
 But he was n't happy about it this time. This time, he was being *forced* to show his hand. He liked having the advantage, not scrambling to catch one. 
 
 His eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth as he slowly walked to the edge of the smoke which cloaked him. He was n't even sure he could stall enough to protect the already badly damaged squad huddled behind random areas of cover. All he knew, is that this was the only option where he could think more than just two steps ahead. Regardless of whether or not he could stall and save them, he had to fight. They forced him to do it. And he hated them for it. 
 
 13:45. That was the time limit. That was all he had. 
 
 He was going to tear them apart. 
 
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 Thanks for reading! 

