The Game

Chapter 1
Check.

Terik ran behind four Black-Op units at full tilt, down a narrow passage that delved ever deeper into the earth. He tried to breath through his nose as they twisted around corners and obstacles.
     Down, they just kept going down. The deeper they got the worst the smell and the more bullets holes scarred the reinforced concrete walls. Terik took a quick look over his shoulder as they rounded another bend. For a moment he caught sight of more of their team, running almost quicker then his own advance unit.
     Finally the lead man held up his right hand in a fist and the unit stopped like a well oiled machine; all of the them except Terik, who almost ran into the back of the lead.
     “Major it’s just around this bend. No sign of movement. Just rez heat readings.” The lead Op’s voice sounded suddenly in Terik’s right ear, startling him. He had almost forgotten that he was wearing a mic, then again he had almost forgotten that he was in a Black-Op incursion suit as well. He could blame it on the fact that it was, 2:48:37 Am, his suit fed him the time in a mini readout on the bottom left of his display. But that would do nothing but make him sound like a child.
     He mentally shook off the disorientation and clicked his back teeth together. Immediately full display readout washed over the view of his helmet. It started flooding him with more data then he could process, heart rate, thermal readouts, air pressure, suit diagnostics, and more. He clicked his teeth once more the display dissolved.
     I’m getting to old for all this new tech stuff. “Precede captain. Secure the vault.” The men Terik had spotted started flooding up behind them as the four Black-Ops vanished around the bend.
     one, two, three, four… Terik mentally counted the seconds.
     “Clear!” This time the voice was out loud, the lead must have removed his helmet. Terik stepped around the corner and almost lost his stomach. The men behind him started fanning out, checking those that at least looked as thought they had a chance of being alive.
The bass security had fought like monsters; the evidence was riddled in the walls as he looked around the wide passage. Concrete lay in chunks over the twisted and mangled floor. The walls and sealing looked worse then Swiss cheese passed through a shredder.  
     “Area secure. The vaults empty sir… it’s gone.” Terik shivered as his worst fears were realized in those few words. Suddenly he was able to ignore the carnage around his feet as he imagined a far worse sight to come. He made his way carefully to the distorted doors of the vault. Both twelve-inch Titanium doors were bent almost in half outward of the vault. Obviously affected by the same thing that had turned the ten-by-ten square room made of two foot steel walls, into the black crusted crater he stood on the edge of.      
     “Get me a feed to the Pentagon. I need to speak with General Shafer.” Terik pulled off the helmet and ran his fingers through his fading hair line.
Game, set, Check. One move left.