F.N.G.

"Yo New Guy!" I hear a voice call out. I don't respond at first, and it continues. I ignore them until I get a smack upside the head from John who points and says "They're talkin' to you Ralph." At least one of them knows my name.
"Whaddya want Rico?" I ask impatiently.
"For you to learn yer goddam name." He replies with a grin.
"Whatever."
"HQ says you're on patrol tonight, figure they'll send out some fresh meat for the Reapers."
The Reapers are what we call the mutants that come out from the sewers at night. There was a petition going around a few years ago to send one of our Elite teams down there to exterminate them all, but the council blew it off saying that it would take too much time and money to organize.
"Fantastic. When's my shift start?" I asked as I walked towards my locker.
"Ya got 15 minutes New Guy, suit up and get out there. Bone will meet you at the gate." Rico answered with a smile. And why wouldn't he? Jackson Bone was possibly the dumbest guard in the city, hell, maybe even the union.
I walk towards the Titan locker. The Titan suit is the most important piece of equipment in a guards arsenal, well, besides his gun. As I finally put on the helmet, finishing the suit. I walk to my locker again to grab MY gun. I don't use the guns that the guard union issues us, I prefer to bring my own. Custom made using the parts from a standard issue RX Pheonix 8 flamethrower, combined it with the TF Kronos 1 assualt rifle, and the result I call The Smoker. Rounds are doused in lighter fluid in the barrel, then the flame at the end causes the rounds to (obviously) burst into flames.
"Yo Bone!" I call out when I get to the gate.... No answer.
"Hey! Bone-head! You out here?" No answer.
"Better not be fucking with me Bone!" Still nothing. I don't need him anyway. He'd just mess everything up. I activate the the gate control to open it up. I activate my CO2 converter. It works on synthetic photosynthesis. All the buildings have bulk converters, after the last of the rainforests died off, standard plants weren't too long to follow. The big companies created the converters to keep the human species alive, if they had know that most of us would mutate, and the rest of us would spend our lives hunting them, they wouldn't have done that.
As the gate opens up, I'm met with a flood of mutants. Firing blindly, I run towards the lift to try to get back to HQ. I barely make it. I can feel the mutants holding on to the cables that are keeping the lift suspended. The lift stops just short of the door. I open the emergency escape above my head, only to be met with the most hideous face I've ever seen. It seems that this lift is going to be where I make my final stand. I didn't spend 5 years on all those special special ops missions to be ripped apart in an old elevator shaft by freaks. I get The Smoker ready, wiring her backup cords into my suits helmet, checking the level of fluid in my tanks, ammunition, extra clips. Reminds me of the HUD of a first person shooter. I laugh at this small joke. That might be my last laugh. What would Rico say now... He's probably watching me shoot down all these things with my custom weapon thinking "Fuckin' New Guy"...