Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31354914-20170221223919/@comment-5893992-20170221231107

Operative John Brown looked towards the conversing hats, before returning to his radio. "Director was right. Alien tech is concentrated in this area, and appear to be in the forms of hats and gloves. Permission to launch a Contact?"

Brown waited for the silence to break. "Operative, you have the go!"

Brown cocked his weapon, and moved to some cover closer to the technology. He began to look down the scope of his silence weapon. ".. Gotta take these down and take 'em back down to the Quartermaster .."

He took a shot, hitting one of the objects, writhing in pain. He followed up with another now dead. Upon aiming for a third shot, he noticed the Gloves in front of him, eerily eyeing him in rage. All of a sudden, he was threw away from the verge, and struggled to move his bruised corpse.

He waited for the inevitable finale to end him.