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No one really knows the origins of the 'silver wolf' tale, but everyone in Sangarin knows of it. A legend passed down from generation to generation, by the word of mouth. It was a legend that survived through Sangarin's cultural revolution. Hearing that name being chanted from our soldiers, i could not help but smile. I looked up into the sky, seeing the two clouds of metals collide with one another, explosions erupting in the dark sky.
The capital Raffeles. The pride of Sangarin. With its location right next to the sea, it was perfect as a port. The harbour was actually deep, allowing ships to stop directly at the capital, but the islands around Sangarin also had trading posts. This was where it all began, the rise, and the fall of Sangarin. Taking shelter at the Sangarin's national bank building, i continued to take photographs, despite the explosions happening all around me.
The enemy was already entering the city on the ground, but since the Sangarin army had the advantage of the terrain, the enemy were easily routed. But the enemy would not stop coming. Endless waves after waves. Tanks, soldiers, jeeps, trucks. A Sangarin light tank rolled out from the stairs of the subway tunnels, ambushing an enemy tank. Sangarin troops emerged from the manhole right under an enemy giant tank, killing all enemies, and taking the tank for themselves. Snipers rained death from office buildings and roof-tops down onto unsuspecting troops. It was like watching a one-sided fight.
Our pilots up in the sky seem to be gaining the upper hand as well. But something feels off. As i had strayed away from the rest of the refugees who were hiding in the underground shelters, the sergeant isn't here to supervise. I'm not supposed to be here, and i know it all god damn too well. But it was something like this, that led me to find out the corruption of that so-called charitable organization. But i'm normally a lazy, easy-going guy, so this sort of excitement only comes once in a blue moon.
Still there was something about that early cruise missile fire. Something about it was all too familiar. I was sure i had read about such frightful weapons technology before, but where? I stand up from my hiding spot on the fifth floor behind the desk of some officer worker, just as some Sangarin troops chased the enemy off down Fairway street. I had enough photographs for now. Surely i can't head back to the same shelter as before. The sergeant would kill me, even if he did hold me in high regard. Better to head to the port. I'm sure they are getting civillians off the mainland and onto one of the islands. Maybe i'll be safer there.
"... I forgot... i'm walking there."
I slap my head, mainly because of my irritation of my own stupidity. Maybe i could hotwire one of those cars. I've done it before, since i wasn't a reporter all of my life. But that didn't mean i stole cars for a living. No, i'm not even a thief. I just... happen to have these skills. Who knows, one day they may come useful, like today. I peer over the shattered window, looking down below. There were a lot of trashed up cars, most riveted with bullets. But there was one car. I could use it, but now-
"How to get down...."
The door i came in through was busted when a tank shot one round into the building. Luckily, the shot didn't hit a vital part of the building's structure, but boy did it shake the whole place up. Even my hiding spot under the desk felt like an earthquake. I look outside the window, and saw one of those rappelling lines that some of the Sangarin soldiers used to ambush the enemy. Rappelling at great speeds while firing downwards, catching the enemy by surprise. I was sure one of them noticed me, because he actually smiled for the camera when i took a shot.
Well, time to go. Luckily i have my biker's gloves with me, though i pain for the lost of my motorbike, which was completely blown up back at the military base at Grenton. Slinging my camera over my arm, i reach into my bag, and pulled out a large cloth. I tied the cloth around my waist, and also tied it to the rope. I had done rappelling before, and this equipment that i'm using now is not safe, but it's better than nothing. I slid down the rope, reaching the ground relatively quickly.
Once i got my cloth back in the bag i head towards the undamaged car. It was by no means a junk car. A brand new Grevious 650X. One of these things cost the same as a house in Sangarin. Strange how this thing didn't get hit. Normally, you would expect the most expensive car to get destroyed first, wouldn't you? I really thought i would end up with a junk piece of crap.