The platoon’s met up the next day, and the members were in droves. The armored buses drove down the lines picking up dozens of people at a time, and the highest ranking sat on the weapons that were mounted on top of the vehicles. Miniguns, assault rifles, and even rocket launchers or another name for them, RPGs.
The men sat down in their specific spots on the buses with their armored windows on the side of the bus next to them, ready to function. The men lined the seats of the buses, one member for each seat, and they were ready for war. Some looked tired, mainly the ones from #BCXN’s platoon.
They had not slept the night before, and neither had #BCXN, but much different than them, he looked ready as ever for the mission. Maybe it was adrenaline, or something else in his body, but he was ready for the battle. He would be on the bus going in first, with the strongest men in all of the platoons on it.
The men ranged from captains to members who had just performed well, better than others. They all had better weapons, even the people in the bus at the windows. Upgraded assault rifles, or miniguns in their hands, and the top weapons had upgraded ammunition, allowing more death to occur from them.
They were going to win this fight, thought it would be cruel, deadly, and would most likely demolish their numbers once more. They did not care for this, as the threat of what could happen to the company, and labs overall would very much outweigh their deaths by tenfold.
The battle would start at noon, when they arrived there. They would start the battle immediately, and end it as fast as possible.
The location was their biggest problem. The headquarters of the company they were trying to take down was right next to a huge city just miles away. The gunshots and battle would definitely be heard, so once again they would have to hurry and complete the mission.
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The car tires screeched against the ground and the buses drove out of the base, heading towards the enemy's base that they would be attacking that same day. This was another hard mission for #BCXN and his remaining members of his platoon, and they all hoped that the platoon would not die that day, but inside, they knew it would have to, as there would be nothing left for the platoon to do after this.
The numbers would be too small, and they would not be able to complete any sort of task easily. This was the last day of the platoon's existence, so they would make it memorable at least, as they would have accomplished two of the most important missions, one by themselves, and another with two other platoons.
This was the platoon’s legend, its true purpose, but they did not care for that this very moment. They were thinking about the mission, and only about the mission. They wondered how many would live through the suicide mission, and if it would be successful.
The tires screeched against the dirt as the cars drove to the base, and the men were silent. The drivers would notify them whenever they would arrive. This was to save energy, and it would make more noise to attract others' attention. They had to stay silent and not move at all. The dirt road they were following was coming to an end, and the buses turned to drive down another path. This path led straight to the base, and they would soon get there.
The tires crushed leaves and branches on the ground, and they had finally arrived. The drivers notified the others of the arrival, and they sat straight up in their chairs, and looked at the huge headquarters. Unlike the other company, it was not a skyscraper, but it was more of a ground base, a large camp for their army was a large portion of it. This meant all of their soldiers must have been there, and their weapons. This was going to be a deadly and real war, and the end for the platoon, as it is and, as it was.
