Doom I

"Oh, yeah! Clean hit again." The guy that was the batter seemed to ignore Revna's comment and smirked again after doing a second swing in his next try.

"The wall again, mate.", answered his comrade that threw the second orange and saw where it landed.

Revna and the guy in the trenchcoat looked perplexed at their dumb game. Though Revna only did so because he knew that sometimes involvement in those events is just unlucky.

But one had to wonder what the writers were smoking when coming up with such a dialogue and scene.

'I already don't like the plot.', thought Revna internally.

"Can you stop this crap?" Said the black guy now after having enough of the shenanigans. The second fruit nearly hit him this time around.

"Cool down." Said a blonde in a blue hawaiian shirt as if ready to hit the beach. He didn't seem the least bit apologetic by nearly hitting the guy with the fruits.

The blonde's look only went over from the black guy to the players with some annoyance and then to the other two guys that are present in the room.

"I can't believe this shit. Six whole months without a weekend, and the fucking transport is five minutes late? Something definitely ain't right.", he said to them.

"Doesn't mean you have to annoy me when we are so close. Just relax already." The black guy's movements on his handheld became more furious for a moment. "We are on vacation now, that ain't going nowhere --- Whohooo! I missed this damn game."

"Huh, suck it up." Then another orange was batted by him against his cabinet.

"Are you guys always like this?", asked Revna now after having about enough watching this. The blonde looked back at him and seemed rather displeased.

"I don't know how you folks do your shit." He then looked around to the other 4 and back to him. "But I ain't give a shit about orders when I am so fucking close to getting some well-deserved rest. How about being less of a stick up your arse? Special Investigation Dude..." He made a tiny dick gesture and then squinted his eyes at the last part before moving away from Revna.

Revna only frowned hearing that and then looked over to the 4 users still remaining quiet.

'This is weird. Did they already interact with the cast? Why are they still remaining like statues and just going with the script?' He himself didn't have that luxury and already had to make his brain work overtime.

This movie was not exactly one he remembered greatly nor visited in his past life. With the number of users present it is a 2.5/10 in difficulty.

But didn't mean much. DOOM is supposedly a supernatural movie. He also remembered a lot of gore.

'Damn, this ain't going to go as smoothly as the difficulty suggests. Just now this guy blabbered something about some special investigation. Normally we don't get roles unless we bullshit our way into it. Did god already change the plot or did these guys fuck something up? Fuck me...'

Revna could only lament this outcome in his mind.

Then another black guy that was the last swinging the bat glared intimidatingly at Revna. His expression was really cold hard-faced. Then his gaze went back to the blue-shirt. "And where are you going to, Portman?"

The blonde raised both shoulders indicating a who knows. "Maybe going down to El Honto. Lock myself in a sweet hotel room with a nice bottle of tequila and three she-boys!"

His laugh was making that sentence so weird.

"Huh, wouldn't have thought you being the dickgirl type.", commented Revna with a weird look at the blonde that was called Portman. So the hawaiian shirt has a name now.

"What? You got a problem with my preferences?", asked Portman straight back.

"No, he is right. You are sick, man.", dittoed the black guy that is still glued to his handheld.

"Tsk." Portman threw another orange at the gloom-faced black guy and this time the orange travels to another hispanic soldier that caught it with his bare hand.

The guy that was reading a book until now started peeling the caught orange. "I am sick of your filth, Portman."

"He speaks." a sassy remark came back from Portman.

But before someone could say another word, another marine came down some stairs and looked at all of them.

"Listen up, men." The blond guy looked like he would vomit any second when he heard his superior officer starting a speech.

And that seemed to be something that was obvious since the very next moment his worries came true. "Leave is canceled."

Revna had to give the appearing Dwayne Johnson a few applauding mental hand claps for destroying the mood so cleanly in a short moment.

"Oh for fucks sake." The black guy who had played his game was now pissed.

"Told ya. The late transport and these fuckers on the sidelines were a dead giveaway. Changing shifts, my ass." Portman also sat down and didn't bother arguing anymore. At least not before making an insulting comment about the users.

"Fuck." The black guy cursed under his teeth.

The officer looked at Revna for a short moment and then at his subordinate. "Got a problem with that, Duke?"

"Me, Sarge? Hell, no. I freaking love my job..." The black guy just made a sarcastic remark and knew he would not get far with pleading to deny whatever mission that came.

Sarge squinted his eyes but before anyone could argue again Portman sighed and asked something. "What's up Sarge?"

"We got us a game." Then he looked to a young-looking fella that barely paid attention. "Kid! Son, you are now in the Rapid Rescue Tactical Squad, so fall in."

The young man looked kinda proud and happy. Probably his first mission from the way Sarge talked to him.

"And for you guys..." For a moment he seemed not to be sure what to say when he looked at all five of them. "You know your briefing. Don't make things complicated."

Then he went on to talk to another guy called John and tried to convince him to stay back at this mission.

"What about our gear?", asked Revna now after they seemed to have finished their talk. Just following those guys would have been unwise so he asked only now after the conversation cooled down.

Sarge looked at him and nodded. "It came with the last transport. Mac can give you your equipment. He is the asian guy over there."

"Got it." At that moment Revna started walking toward the man that he was told to go and asked him about his request.

While passing his team he made a what gesture. "What are you waiting for? You guys won't magically change into your stuff."

Right after he said that the new team he was assigned to walked over to the elevator with him after the guy in the trenchcoat just followed suit.

It seemed they followed the trenchcoat guy like ducklings. Revna took note of that and figured out that he was probably the Guide on this team. That is, besides the logical conclusion, he was also the only one moving like a veteran.

But the guy was looking at Revna rather curiously, even a little bit suspicious.

After all, a team of five investigating the site where the incident happened without protection nor whatever forensic equipment was just way too glaring of a contradiction.

Not that these movie characters would have noticed at first but it could have backfired later and made things complicated.

Well, the true problem that the guy probably saw was that Revna was using some loopholes in the story weaving to get some slight benefits. That was normally not something that people would do after freshly landing here.

He didn't even get a briefing from him on what happened.

In actuality, there were a few things that ran through the mind of the supposed guide right now that made him perplexed.