Segment 6

Dust hung in the air, the rotting church pews still sat in obedient rows, and the lectern lay on its side. The viewpoint suddenly dashes forward keeping low to the ground, it moves with lightning speed between the rows. The viewpoint shifts up and we see an old cobweb dusted chandelier, the candle wax frozen long past. The view darts to the left and right and then dashes forward again.

Stairs up, up into the hidden musty chambers, up into the rafters. Indecision, the view moves looking up and then down the stairs, the view darts downward into the catacombs.

There is a controlled light source suddenly visible; the forward movement of the action suddenly stops. It cants up, and a dark shape descends.

There is a muffled screech, some sparks and flames sputter lighting in relief the rams and junctures of an endoskeletal foot and leg. The flames die out, and the smell of burnt flesh carries on the air. The Units head turns to look down its red eyes casing the floor.

We see burnt an indistinguishable remains, of something. The Units head snaps upward and it looks up the stairs, it walks forward. Another passes, and yet another and still another; they keep on coming, marching to battle.

The two soldiers stood, one of them held up a device, the green glow washed her face. Her partner stood watch holding his weapon steady and chest high.

"Anything?"

"Yes."

"Anything human?"

"No."

"William thought the Resistance would send a team."

Another voice breaks through the silence, coming from below their position.

"They did."

Both the soldiers look down at grating beneath their feet.

"How did you get-"

"That doesn't matter, I need help getting this grating off, we're running out of time!"

Suddenly there is the chatter of weapons fire from below, the sound of pounding footsteps.

"Ramirez!"

The Southsiders jump back as two sets of fingers grasp the grating, a face looms up, it is Reese.

"Get this grate off NOW! I'll be right back!"

Reese drops into the darkness the sound of gunfire has dropped off, he slides the NVG monocle over his left eye. Raising his battle rifle he moves off into the tunnel.

"What do we do now?"

The female soldier dives down and starts to tug at the grate-

"Get this fucking thing off!"

Down in the catacombs Reese moves forward, the hiss of hydraulics can be heard.

"Ram can you hear me....do you copy?"

He suddenly hears the pounding of feet, and a burst of weapons fire, a sickening cracking of bone.

" RAM!!!"

He turns back down the tunnel," Get that damn grate off!"

Both of them are working on the grate now, prying their knives under the edges and jimmying it up a bit at a time.

Reese turns the corner and runs smack into the limping Ram, he drapes Rams arm over his shoulder, and they hobble back towards the grate.

A Unit turns the corner and sees the two hobbling backwards it brings up twin guns. Termovision as it opens fire far faster than any normal human; the one without the limp is hit countless times in the back. Target identified as Kyle Reese, subject wearing Kevlar derivative armor. Reload complete. Its vision begins to jerk, Unit under return fire. The Unit prepares to unload again.

Ram is hit, his body pulled and twisted every which way, like a tumbling puppet with cut strings.

"Ram, Goddamn it no!"

"Reese get out go!"

Reese can't believe it, not here not now.

"No- I'm not going to leave you here!"

He sees they are right beside a side tunnel and he rolls with Ram into it, Ram is pretty fucked up. Reese pulls out a dark black device tosses it down the hall, it affixes itself to the wall near the entrance.

Reese hefts Ram over his shoulders and moves as fast as he can down the hall, to his left he sees a spiral staircase going up, he takes it. Reese takes the steps two at a time, and comes out into the main floor of the Abbey. Looking to his right he can see the two soldiers working on the cover.

"Forget it get over here now!"

They gather their things and dash over to Reese; they see the other soldier draped over his shoulder.

"Jesus!" the female soldier mutters.

There is an explosive CRUMP from down below, and part of the floor caves in, you can hear metal being crushed.

There is a clang, the two soldiers turn to the grate, it is bulged outward in one spot, and then the whole thing shudders again.

"Cone with me," Reese says they dash covering his six into another set of rooms, and up another stairwell. They find a table in a room; Reese lowers Ram carefully onto its surface.

"Which of you is the medic?"

The female soldier gets going, and opens her pack," I am."

"Do what you can, keep him alive but quiet."

"Yes, Sir."

Reese motions to the other soldier, they both move into the halls, they talk as they move.

"I'm Reese, Special Operations."

"Dugan, Nightgroup."

"Have you ever faced overwhelming odds before?"

"Who hasn't-"

They stop, Reese glances around the corner, it's clear he motions Dugan on.
"How many were down there?"

"I counted at least seven, maybe as many as ten."

There is a clang below, the sound of the grating flying off, and then an orchestration of hydraulics.

Reese motions for them to stop, he unholsters his guns. He pops the clips and checks that they are prepared correctly even though he knows the answers. Taking the clips he shoves them back home.

Reese glances around the corner again, his weapon at the ready. There is a Unit approaching he fires a shot; no bang just an electric snap. A blue shape hurtles at the Units head and shatters. Smoke like from dry ice orbits the units' head, now incased in frozen nitrogen. Reese fires again, this time a bullet, the shattered Units' head tinkles to the floor.

"Holy shit!"

"Make that nine," Reese smiles.

Both their faces turn serious and Reese signals them to charge into the Maelstrom.