Clay rushed to the helicopter as it fell but he was too late. Nothing could save those children. Nothing. The stench of burning flesh filled his nostrils and he breathed it in deeply. A permeant reminder that he killed those children. That smell should be him burning away, not innocents. Even as he got as close as possible and heard the screams of pain, he could do nothing. They were dead, even if he pulled them out they couldn't be saved.
He viciously pulled off his tags, the identifying markers that he fought for his country, the country that tried to kill him but instead murdered angels. He collected them from his team too, they were no longer part of the military. After he threw them into the scorching flames to rest he turned away. This person called Max would pay, he would pay dearly for the lives of angels that would never see day again.
AN: Inspired by the song Sinless City by Dead Poetic, the name comes from that as well. I don't own anything