Orbital by bill zhao copyright 2017 Bill Zhao Table of Contents act one (earth)

7:14 AM
Orbi-Sec Remnants, Under Celestin Park
Once again, a dark corridor, an endless maze of Orbi-Sec employees
trying to survive. A light shone brightly up ahead. Derek was able to
make out some weapons in the background. Guns… ANS Pulse Rifles,
KH4 Particle Projectors, CaL-N Automatic handguns, Vorshek Beam
Accelerators and a T-80 Gauss Sabot Projectile Rifle. Derek played a
lot of video games. There was no antique rifle here, but why would
there be. It’s a PMC not a museum. A rough, muscular man stepped
out from behind a barred counter. He had an uncared for beard, a
ballistic vest on as well as an Orbi-Sec PMC cap. Amanda said “That
would be Marcus” and left. Marcus leaned forward, intimidatingly.
“So, you’re the VIP we’ve been waiting through hell for. Well there is
no way in hell… I’m gonna let you die so let’s get you ready for battle!
Have you had any prior firearm experience?”

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“
Well, I play a lot of Clip-Raid so-”
“
Well your dinky li le first person VR shooters ain’t gonna do you shit here
so you be er suit up and start learning how to really shoot… like a man.”
Marcus sunk back into the darkness of the armoury depths. Almost
instantaneously, he returned with what appeared to be an early 21
st
century handgun. “Now this… this is a Falk 23. Semi-automa c. Basic.
Unlike the automa c FMJ pulse shit we got all over the place. This way you
won’t hurt anybody.” Marcus slid a small vent open just under the bars and
pushed the handgun towards Derek. “Take it, and walk to the range.” Derek
took the handgun. It looked old. Dull grey now when it probably used to be
a deep black. “Dude, stop staring at the damn thing and get to the range –
we got lives to save and you’re not helping” “So far” Derek thought to
himself to make him feel be er about himself. Derek walked to the right
which lead to a corridor with a basic shoo ng range at the facing the side.
“Alright now, I’m gonna put up a target for you”