We arrive at the crypt and head to our racks. Before I turn in for the day, Tristan comes in with Grace.
"Hey if you all can gather round, there's something we need to do."
We all walk to Tristan and gather around the table.
"We never got the chance to do this because of the SWA harassing us." he said pouring whiskey into six shot glasses.
We all grab one of the shot glasses and drink to our fallen commrad.
"Alright carry on." said Tristan leaving with Grace.
We head to our racks and turn in for the time being.
We get about eight hours of sleep when Grace wakes us up.
"There's an emergency! Everyone come to the war room!"
We jump out of bed and run to the war room. Tristan is facing the screen as we rush to our seats.
"They attacked one of our bases." said Tristan not turning to look at us.
"Wait the SWA!" yelled Ilya.
Tristan turns and moves away from the screen.
"Play the video." ordered Tristan.
The video begins to play. Triela and Henrietta approach the building and enter. They pull out their weapons and fire on the soldiers. Most were asleep or cleaning their guns, completely caught off guard.
"Bandit and Viking squads were killed in the ambush."
"Looks like they know they can't face us head on, those pussies." said Azzan infuriated.
"They'll get what they deserve." I said softly.
"You got that right." responded Ami.
"So that makes Reaper squad the lone survivor?" asked Ilya.
Tristan pauses, "Correct."
"Then lets go get them!" yelled Azzan.
Ilya turns to Tristan, "Your call sir."
Tristan pauses on the thought, "Gear up Reaper." leaving the room.
"Yes sir." Ilya stands up, "Lets go Reaper."
We head to our lockers and gear up. We head to the cars and move out.
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Upon reaching the base, the chance for any survivors decreased from slim to miracle. The whole place was a mess.
"Jesus." said Ami covering her mouth.
"Lot of good people died here." said Azzan.
"You can say that again." responded Ilya.
Multiple soldiers are laying in their bunks riddled with bullets.
"They were still sleeping." said Ami.
I put a hand on her shoulder for confort.
"Thanks Armin." said Ami.
I nod and move on.
"Grace we're heading back." said Ilya over the radio.
Walking out, a sniper round strikes the van.
"Shit it's the SWA! Take cover!" yelled Ilya.
I hide behind a barrier and fire at the SWA. Before I knew it, a great force propelled me to the ground. I turn around and see Triela running at me.
"There's nothing stopping me now!" she yells.
I pull out my pistol and fire two shots. The first round hits her achilles tendent, disableing her movement. The second shot hits her chest. She hits the ground with a thud.
"You bastard!" she screams.
I get ready to pull the trigger to end her when my hand explodes.
"Hilshire." said Triela flabergasted.
"Fick!" I cried out.
I look at what's left of my twitching right hand.
"Time to end this." said Hilshire.
Hilshire aims his gun at my head and pulls the trigger. 'Click'
"Dammit." said Hilshire realising what happened.
Ilya runs to my aid and fires at Hilshire. Hilshire grabs Triela and runs off.
"Time to go man." said Azzan picking me up.
I grunt in pain as he raises me. I see Ilya picking up the remains of my hand. Azzan puts me in the van and we head out.
"So Armin, good news or bad?" asked Ilya.
I look at him not amused.
"Good news, your hand can be fixed just like new." he said holding up my fingers, "Bad news is that your girlfriend got away, again."