Third wave.
The next day, Breaker is at his post with a paddle ball when a call comes in. "Aw...Breaker here, what can i-Slow down...what?!"
At the infirmary, Scarlett and Greenshirt McCabe, formerly Treads from the Action Force, are approached by Duke, Flint, and Beachhead. Both women are roughed up. "Scarlett, you alright?, What happened out there?" Duke asks her.
"And Lady-Jaye, where is she?" Flint asks next, and both women share a tearful glance.
"We-we were heading in-into town for some downtime, an...they~killed her! We~we tried to~stop them, but..." Scarlett says, then breaks down in a stunned Duke's shoulder.
Flint took a step back at the words; Lady-Jaye, the boastful soldier he served so many times alongside, the near angelic woman he would (and almost did) gladly throw his career away for, is lying dead somewhere? He clenches both fists with a sneer. "How?!, Who did it?; Tell me, damn you-ow!" Flint asked loudly before being struck in the shin with a crutch.
"Cawlm down rait naw Faireborn, and do yuhself some thinkin'!" Beachhead tells him before pointing to the two women. "If dat gurl of yer's is dead, how come these two ain't?"
"Enough, both of you!" Duke tells both as he and Doc separate them. "But still; i can guess who it was, but we need specifics."
After wiping her eyes, MaCabe answers. "It was~the Crimson Guard, sirs, came out of nowhere in a van. Must have been a~dozen of them, we tried to fight them off, but when we saw~that round hit her, we just froze." She says, ending with a whimper. "They got us with~with chloroform after that. Her b...she was gone when we came too."
"Only one round?" Doc asked her. "Sounds a bit unlikely at such close range."
The three commanders look at each other. "You certain it was the Crims?" Duke asks. "Not like them to act en mass like that."
"Positive, and that they would just take off and let us both live after that is suspicious." Scarlett replies. Duke turns to the other two men and leads them to the briefing room.
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