#fucking bulldozer tank hybrid
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Where the hell is all the payday 2 x left for dead 2 fanfiction
There was only like one i saw one from 13 years ago and the writing aged prettyy bad
BUT LIKE ITS SO PERFECT
4 heisters dealing with an apocalypse of their own making and swapping from robbing banks to scavenging from the most dangerous zombie ridden locations
Or imagine the interactions between the survivors and heisters now on equal footing
Nick happy to meet fellow criminals
Bill easily recognizing them from the elevator of mercy hospital
The rest knowing full well the infamy of the clown masked heisters
Maybe they have to track down some more team members
Jacket on a zombie killing spree
Jimmy coked out of his mind in a safe house
Hoxton breakout but with zombiesss baybee
And likely the majority of them arent immune, and maybe we'll see some turned heisters
OR TURNED POLICE OHOHOHOHOHOHO
Just musing and hoping someone writes this
#payday 2#left 4 dead#fanfic ideas#jacket#chains#dallas#hoxton#jimmy#nick#bill#houston#payday#nick l4d2#jacket payday 2#please write this#fucking bulldozer tank hybrid#cloaker hunter#I WOULD LITERALLY PAY FOR IT
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Scene 4
[rough, first iteration… not a complete work…]
Nine hybrid craft and six gunships converged on Kaesong city. Jump drone Sabre Six, piloted by Sunmi, sat atop a Stryker armoured combat hovercraft armed with one GAU-27 .50cal heavy machine gun on either side.
Sabre Six flew over Reunification Highway a roadway-spanning statue of two twin sisters in celebratory traditional Joseon-ot dress, holding aloft a wreathed globe that circumscribed the unified North and South Korean peninsula. Along the major thoroughfares, rubble lined the road as bulldozed remains of anti-tank blocks lay in crumbled heaps of crushed and detonated concrete. Some unexploded tank traps still stood, shaped as monochromatic Staliinist totems inscribed by Hangul slogans paying homage to North Korea's founding dictator, Eternal Leader Kim Il-Sung.
_The way to peace is on the point of a bayonet._
The air assault group encountered scenes of utter destruction and desolation, whole towns bombed and burned to ruin after being declared free-fire zones by Allied forces.
En route to Kaesong, North Korea's ancient former capital, Sunmi opened the intercom. "Approaching Kaesong, ETA seven minutes. Deploying Angelfire advance sureveillance swarm into city airspace." From the rear of Sabre Six rose a cluster of ten smaller aircraft bristling with cameras, antennae and two miniaturised Switchblade missiles under each wing. The swarm zoomed past towering Brutalist architecture riddled by automatic weapons fire; propaganda towns populated by highrise apartments stood silent without electricity. Structures unaffected by bombing were dilapidated by time and neglect, crumbling concrete facades rarely lit from within or invested by any signs of life.
Closer to the city, drab grey Brutalism gave way to classical ancient styles of pagoda and hanook in vibrant colour. Uniquely Korean structures aligned with harmonic principles of Taoist and Confucian geomancy in naturalistic orientation to the surrounding mountaintops.
The lead gunship opened fire, chopping through entire floors of buildings, blowing out windows and churning up concrete. "Lead gunship is taking automatic fire at two hundred meters, sir. We're coming into a hot LZ."
Sninclaire aimed the hovercraft's machine guns at the shopping district's streets and laid down suppressing fire, strafing the area around the landing zone.
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Soldiers from Charlie and Bravo Company poured from the transport vehicles. "Let's get up on-line! Move it, move it! You've got to get into position! We're going to move out!" Gunshots whizzed though the air.
"This is Sabere Seven Five. There's a whole lot of movement out to the southwest." Soldiers on the ground fired in the direction of the hills surrounding the city, leading to the hills of Mount Janam.
Sunmi compiled a status report from the Angelfire drone data. "No return fire detected from the Angels, sir. Initiating perimeter-check recon protocol." Sabre Six entered a low-altitude monitoring pattern around the city limits.
Eleven minutes into the recon flying route, Sinclaire trained the machine-gun scope on groups of civilians below as they walked on foot southeast toward Pyongyang. "Lucky they'll be out of the way of what comes next."
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The recon data began to note increasing numbers of dead and wounded civilians on the ground. Sinclaire dropped GPS beacons for fellow Charlie Company soldiers to tend to the wounded. Twenty minutes later, the jump drone continued its flyover, retracing the route for a second circuit. "Sunmi -- wasn't there a group of civilians exiting the city, bearing southeast?"
"Yes, sir. Nothing but bodies there now. No vital signs detected."
This one is alive." Sinclaire scrutinizes the beacon's proximity scan. "Woman, approximately forty-two years old. Apparent chest wound. Estimated sixty-five percent chance of survival with immediate emergency care."
"A captain is in immediate proximity, sir."
"Wait... Sunmi, take us up to hover."
"Yes, sir."
The captain walked up to the wounded woman, paused for a long moment -- then kicks the woman, stepped back, and shot several times until the body was bloodied and lifeless.
Sinclaire watched the vital signs suddenly drop to zero. "What the..." Over the comms channel: "Medina! What the hell is going on?!"
Captain Medina looked up at the hybrid. "Colonel Henderson's orders. You heard them."
"That was a wounded civilian, Captain."
"I am a soldier. I receive and obey the orders issued to me by my superiors." Medina saluted the hybrid and walked on down the road.
Sunmi paged Sinclaire via secure text. "My sister Chungha is a Charlie Company comms officer, sending imagery from her position on the ground. Permission to open the private high-bandwidth channel, sir?"
"Permission granted." Voice authentication brought up a screen to Sinclaire's right.
Carnage surrounded Sunmi's sister as the view panned across a burning landscape. Soldiers fired indiscriminately at civilians; flamethrowers spewed ignited kerosene into houses and anyone trying to flee was shot on sight. Soldiers walked from house to house, uniforms covered in blood, throwing grenades into homes and shooting anyone who moved.
Chungha's communication relay received new cease-fire orders distributed to Charlie Company. The gunfire stopped.
About one-hundred and seventy Villagers -- almost entirely women, children and the elderly -- began a herded procession eastward across town toward a drainage ditch in the recycling center across town.
"Continuing recon loop." As Sunmi piloted the hybrid over beacons of civilians discovered around the city, they found that most of the civilians were now dead.
Sinclaire pulled up a map with plot-points of GPS beacons. "Infants, babies, women, very old men... no draft-age people whatsoever... Sunmi, we've got to get back to the ditch."
"That is a violation of protocol punishable by court-martial, sir."
"Duly noted. When we arrive, prepare to detach."
"Yes, sir."
The hybrid turned and sped toward the drainage ditch on the other side of town.
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Sabre Six arrived a kilometer from the drainage ditch.
Sunmi brought the hybrid to hover and eased to street-level, flaps set in downward position and four nozzles redirecting thrust from the drone's Pegasus jet engine. "Approximately one-hundred seventy biosignatures found. Unarmed, most likely civilians. Women, elderly, children. Vitals vary widely, many are deceased."
"Initiating hovercraft detachment." From the belly of Sabre Six, the hovercraft lowered to the ground; a press of the Autodrive toggle detached the steering wheel into Sinclaire's hands. The Stryker armoured combat hovercraft accelerated toward the ditch. Sinclaire trained the machine gun scope sites on the ditch.
The hovercraft came to a halt in front of three soldiers. Two of them immediately walked away toward the remaining huddled civilians, barking orders in a language the civilians did not understand. Sunmi's apparently identical sister Chungha stood next to the third soldier.
Sinclaire exited the vehicle and followed a path of bloody trampled earth to over thirty people lying dead or mortally wounded in the ditch. "Private Meadlowe -- these are civiians. We've got to help them out."
Meadlowe laughed. "Yeah, we'll help them, out of their misery."
"That's one fucked up sense of humor, soldier. They have no weapons. They're not a threat."
Meadlowe shrugged. "Okay."
Sinclaire headed back to the hovercraft; the hybrid drone lowered to re-dock with the craft and the integrated machine lifted off, resuming the recon loop. "I don't get it, Sunmi. They couldn't have been killed by artillery, and the gunships aren't firing on people."
Sinclaire opened a line to Inosanto, piloting one of the gunships above. "Inosanto, can you report back to task force command? Something's not right."
"Roger."
Five minutes passed.
"Registering automatic weapons fire in the direction of the drainage ditch, sir." The private feed from Sunmi's sister, re-wound four minutes and thirty-two seconds, showed the three soldiers standing in front of the ditch. The audio feed picked up Lieutenant Calley ordering Sargeant Mitchell to "finish off the wounded". Automatic weapons fire by the three soldiers cut into the crowd. Women jumped with their children into the ditch to avoid being mowed down.
"Shit, shit, shit." Sinclaire opened the comms channel.:"What the fuck is going on, Captain! These are civilians! There's people killing civilians down here!"
No answer.
"We've got to do something. Inosanto, Sunmi -- are you with me?"
"Yes, sir." The two replied in unison.
Up ahead, a group of civilians are scurried toward a Kaeson city bomb shelter. Pursuing close behind were ten soldiers from Charlie Company.
Inosanto focused the low gunship's high-definition targeting cameras on the scene below. "If you're going to do something, better do it right now, Sinclaire. You've got about thirty seconds, or all those people down there are going to die."
"Roger that. Sunmi, set us down between the bomb shelter and Charlie Company. Establish a perimeter and cover me. Transferring doorgun control now."
"Yes sir. Remote doorgun control initiated."
Upon landing, Sunmi jumped from the cockpit, then removed one of the GAU-27 heavy machine guns from its hovercraft door emplacement and walked around the hovercraft to face the troops from Charlie Company. The other machine gun, controlled by wireless gaze-tracking, targeted whatever Sunmi might identify as a potential threat.
Sinclaire picked up a rifle and shouldered the triple-loaded munitions pack, then departed the hovercraft cockpit, running up to Lieutenant Brooks of Charlie Company. "There are people in that bomb shelter. We need to evacuate them. My hybrid can only carry nine at full capacity, and there are at least fifteen in the shelter."
"Evacuate?" Brooks nodded toward the advancing soldiers. "Can do -- with a grenade."
"Lieutenant! These people are civilians! We haven't taken any fire and there's no evidence of combatants in the area! Stand down, officer!"
Brooks stood chest-to-chest with Sinclaire, icy blue-eyed glare unblinking and hard. "Mind your own business and get the fuck out of the way."
Runnig back to the hybrid whose engine was still running, Sinclaire threw down the rifle and munitions. Sunmi stood there, machine gun in hands, face obscured by the flight helmet. "They're coming this way, Sunmi. I'm going to go over to the bunker myself and get these people out. If these bastards fire on these people, or fire on me while I'm doing that, shoot 'em!"
At the sight of Sunmi, the soldiers stop advancing. Neither side of the standoff aimed directly at the other, instead engaging in a mutual staring contest. A few soldiers took the opportunity to drop their heavy rucksacks to the ground.
Sincaire ran to the bunker. "How the hell did we get into this..." Unarmed, Sinclaire slowly coaxed twelve villagers to the Sabre Six, then leaned into the hovercraft driver's seat and put on the flight helmet to open a line to gunships circling above. "Danny, I need a favor. I want your shark to transport the rest of people out of here."
"Violation of protocol against landing in a free-fire zone, use of a gunship for civilian transport. Maybe the second time in history anyone's tried a crazy stunt like this..." Inosanto breaks formation with the low gunships and begins descent. "...we're going to catch absolute hell, brother. Sit tight."
The gunship landed and opened its cargo bay door. Within minutes, the villagers were safe inside and airlifted from the scene.
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