"If you want peace, prepare for war."
Place: Terry Avenue North & Valley Street, Seattle, Washington, United States of America, Earth, Universe 3
Time: 1:33 Local Time, December 26th, 2023
The sound of boots scraping against wet concrete and asphalt filled the air, alongside the sounds of heavy rain, distant wails of emergency response vehicles, random bursts of gunfire, and faint screams. While jets screeched overhead as they zipped about through Seattle's airspace, the platoon composed of members of the 1st Special Forces Group hurriedly made their way from the southeastern side of the intersection, and to the southern parking lot of the Museum of History and Industry. As the soldiers approached the museum, a set of small, airborne drones flew overhead, whirring as they soaked up visual information about the impending battlefield.
The men and women of the platoon steeled themselves as they crossed the road, deftly moving between the abandoned vehicles as they checked their sectors, their sight augmented by near infrared vision. On the other side of the road that they crossed stood the museum, which was being heavily guarded by a flock of fiends situated on damaged vehicles, as well as the roofs of the museum and much smaller Center For Wooden Boats.
Being cleared to engage, the more forward members of the platoon let loose numerous rounds of supersonic metal at the demons situated on the Center For Wooden Boats, which felled the entities and caused them to slide off its sloped roof and onto the hard pavement. This lead to the more distant fiends roaring in an aggressive manner, so as to notify their peers of hostile forces, as well as to intimidate their foes. Having been briefed about their vulnerability to high powered firearms, the soldiers resisted the urge to flee, and simply spread out as they advanced towards the museum. In the distance, near the entrance of the museum itself, a spherical distortion of space and time hovered slightly above the ground, its radius no greater than the average human's height.
"Move up!" The platoon leader commanded their subordinates, who promptly aimed their rifles into their respective sectors as they walked in the direction of the wormhole. Nearby demons leaped off of the museum and ruined vehicles, then charged and dived towards the soldiers while shrieking ferociously. However, they were swiftly dealt with by way of concentrated fire, and their heavy bodies dropped like flies as each was exposed to a barrage of heated, metal rounds. During the assault, various soldiers shouted that they were reloading, and their nearby comrades timed their bursts to prevent any one segment of the platoon from becoming exposed.
"Get some, motherfucker!" One of the female soldiers let out as she riddled an approaching demon's chest with bullet wounds, her bravado on full display as her superior firepower made quick work of her opponent.
Lake Union Park soon became filled with numerous bullet casings, corpses of foolhardy fiends, and the acrid smell of expended smokeless powder. Bullets and infrared laser beams crisscrossed in the air as the platoon gradually made its way towards the spatiotemporal distortion, and its ranks remained as firm as the fortified resolve of its members. It didn't take long for the slew of fiends to be exterminated by the well equipped members of the US Army, which cleared the northern parking lot and separated into two groups. One half of the platoon made their way into the museum, while the other half remained outside to establish a perimeter.
The platoon leader stepped towards the wormhole, and gazed into its reddish, sandy interior as he spoke to his superior officers through his radio, "Echo Romeo Actual, this is Red Platoon Actual. We've secured the target. Over."
"Roger that, Red Platoon Actual. Stand by for further orders. Over." Their superior officer replied with a sense of professionalism, as the sounds of cheering could be heard in the background.