Chapter 8: With Honour

Two pair of Brown boost place themselves into the desert sand as the wearers watch how SD main building collapses under the destruction of the fire.

'Sergeant?' asks the left one.

'Yes Captain?'

'They have taken him, didn't they…?'

'Yes sir, yes they did.'

'*deep sigh* I knew I shouldn't have trusted those goons, but for my planet, I had no choice.'

'I understand Captain. Everyone would understand it.'

The captain looks up at the sky and turns around.

'He's coming.' He looks at the sergeant. 'If you want to leave, I understand.'

'Never sir! I won't leave your side.'

'I see. Then we will meet fate together.'

A black, hovering muscle car appears, playing Disturbed's Prayer way to loud. A small, hooded fox steps out of the vehicle. He bows his head, he grabs his revolver, unloads it with the exception of two bullets.

'Captain, Slayer's leader sends his thanks. Your duty for Slayer is done.'

'Who might that be?'

'He stands right in front of you.' he says while his head is still bowed. 'I'am in fact the only one left.' he says as he tries to cover the six golden rings hanging on his belt. He turns his head to the sergeant.

'You sure you don't want to leave?'

'I stay at the Captain's side corporal, something you would do as well.'

'I know that…' he says as he cocks one barrel. Just as the sergeant salutes, the man pulls the trigger and a bullet flies into the brains of the sergeant. As he falls down, the captain turns around and kneels in the sand. He can hear the revolver cock again…

'No lose ends Captain.'

'I know the drill.'

He closes his eyes.

'Do it quick, corporal.'

The same barrel is placed at the back of his neck. Smoke and residue from the previous shot burn a little.

'Yes sir.' says the figure.

After a deep breath, the captain says: 'With honour, *long pause* Spectre.'

'With honour, Captain Amrish.'

A single shot is fired down the hound's spine as he falls onto the ground lifeless. A clean kill, as his green uniform is clean of bloodstains. Spectre remains and stares at the dead captain for a brief moment of grief, then enters his vehicle. He changes the number to another one and zooms away.

Close to Amrish's right paw, lays a small, light green diary. It's flipped open on the page of today:

*Diary*

Note 39:

A few months have passed since I was dishonourably discharged from the Cornerian Army for neglecting military secrecy protocols by studying Andross, his lifeworks and a new cloning technology. I wanted him to make more devices for cleaning oceans. Just as I laid the last hand on his behavioral stats, the goons from Slayer betrayed me and made me watch as my planet Zoness's only hope was stolen from me. I for filled a task I never took… He's coming soon. This is my very last entry.

-Amrish