"Look at this! I told you! Right in his noggin'." A man in a decade old but modern military uniform and weapons stood over the corpse of a Chinese soldier. "Your aim never ceases to amaze me." Another one said as he started patting down the dead man in search for something useful. "Pack O' Cigs. My favorite." Another platoon member said as he yanked out of the pocket. He stuffed it into his own and then kicked his body. "Only way he coulda got this is by killin' one of our boys." Everyone looked at one another and all silently agreed to stay in the building they had just conquered. "Did you hear? A lot more of them "special" people are being born. People're callin' them 'Quirks'." The younger soft-faced man who would later go by Mute leaned his weapon against the wall. "You mean the ones born with superpowers? I don't get why they don't just call 'em what it is. No need to come up with a different name for it." The first man sighed. "Shit, man, I've seen a couple of them do some real damage against so many men. On both sides. One of them is especially scary. He's making a name for himself." The man with the pack of cigarettes lit one up and raised his eyebrows. "You mean All For One?" The first one nodded. "Guy is leading - well, more like intimidating - almost half of the world at the moment. All I know is that it's gonna affect everyone at some point." The third man scoffed. "That asshole might've taken over the weak countries like Japan, but the U.S. can never go down, baby. Even if we lose we'll always come back stronger than ever. It's happened once, and it can happen again." Everyone smiled. He's right. They all thought.
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A bullet pierced through the helm of a soldier. The blood and small pieces of the skull splattering against another's corpse. The same platoon all went under and ditch and returned fire at their enemies. "Sniper! Keep your heads down!" "We've got more problems than that! We've got more coming from behind us! They're tryna pinch us." The first soldier suddenly put his head over the ditch and fired a couple of bullets in front of him as a form of suppressing fire. He couldn't do much without an LMG. "Shit, man, I don't think…" The second man clutched his missing leg and the heavy amount of bandages. "Don't close your eyes! Stay awake! We'll get through this!" The soft-faced young man wiped away the dirt that splashed all over his face after an explosion had kicked dirt all over them. "Fuck our orders! No way in hell we can do this! We have to leave!" The third man yelled at their leader who responded with: "No way! We got our secret weapon right here!" He turned to look at the young man. "Permission has been granted, special guy. Give 'em all hell!"
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Mute placed his foot on the last remaining enemy's neck and pointed the barrel of his DMR right on his forehead. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger to make sure blood didn't enter his eyes. "WOO!" The platoon yelled and raised their weapons into the air. Sure they had killed plenty of men. But nowhere near to Mute. Since they were being sent on a mission that would most likely put them against those with Quirks. They put Mute into the platoon in hopes of making missions easier and more successful. He turned out to be quite expendable. But no man could ever expect to pull this off all the time. Everyone has their limits. Whether physically or emotionally. In Mute's case. It was emotionally. After discovering the true nature of their mission. The placing of a insanely huge bomb into in a inhabited area. With an hour set on the explosive to make sure the platoon escaped.
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With the platoon's corpses all stuffed inside of the trunk of the large truck. Mute placed the timed nuke next to him on the passenger's seat and looked at the number. 23 minutes. He started the car military car up and began to drive away from the civilization U.S had intended to wipe out. I guess they are right. History does repeat itself. But I'm a different factor. I can't go home. I can't go to any other country. And I can't stay here. I'd rather die than stay imprisoned. The drive to a remote location very far away from this place. Nothing stopped him. No car's got in his way. No law enforcement. His foot stayed down on that peddle with the intent of making sure this hurt no one else. 6 minutes… The sterner faced man stopped his car and turned off the engine. This was it. With his car unable to go on forward. Mute picked up the bomb and headed inside of a dense forest. With two minutes remaining, he managed to find a cavern that went somewhat deep into the ground. It wasn't much, but it'd stop some of the momentum this thing carried. Mute leaned against the dead end of the cavern and looked down at the bomb. One minute. He clutched it and brought his face down onto it. He closed his eyes. Not wanting to see the countdown. He breathed in. BEEP! And then out.