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Chapter 2 – Visions of Heaven
Two sets of young, dark brown eyes, hidden inside a nameless building saw a large, Latino man fall to the curb by the unforgiving hand of a drone.
"We should help," the first voice, a boy of about 14 with short, dirty black hair and surprisingly large for his age at 6ft.
"No," the second voice, a girl of the same age, but considerably shorter than the boy and with shoulder length, black hair. "COGS never travel alone. Someone will come to get him and it doesn't need to be us. Besides what the hell have they done for us? Nothing. So we don't need to do anything for them."
The boy took his eyes off the fallen COG and turned to the girl whose eyes had long left the soldier.
"Mum said our father was a COG soldier. Don't we owe it to him to help this one, sis?"
"And where was he when we needed him? Where is he now?" the girl asked her twin brother bitterly. "We owe him nothing."
The boy sighed turning back to look out the tiny window at the man lying motionless on the curb. Then an idea popped into his head.
"What about your bear?" a grin spread over his face. "The one mum said our father gave to her before she was pregnant with us. It's down there with that soldier. You want it back don't you?"
The girl angrily sighed in defeat, shook her head and started walking out to the street.
'Broc – 1, Ally – none' the boy thought to himself as he followed his sister.
///On the Street///
"He looks dead."
"Come on Ally, the garage isn't that far away. We could drag him there and ol' Doc'll help 'im get better," a bright smile played across his face, the ever optimistic boy he was.
His sister clearly didn't want to bring a COG the five blocks to their "home", but gave in when she saw his puppy dog eyes. Not many had ever been able to resist her brother's famous puppy dog eyes and she was not one of them.
"Fine. But once we get him there, I want nothing to do with him."
"Fine by me," Broc said cheerfully.
Garage
The "garage", as it was called by its inhibiters, was a large enclosed space that once used to be an aircraft hangar. Nowadays it was called home by 50 or so Stranded. Huts of all shapes and sizes lined its walls and children played ball in the centre. A peaceful place that was always overlooked by the locust and Coalition of the Ordered Government alike.
The two siblings stepped through the hangar doors, dragging the inactive body behind them. They were met by multiple faces staring at the body they had collected from their travels outside.
"Broc, Ally, what have you got there?" an old and gritty voice called as the body it was attached to stepped forward, curiously.
"A COG," Ally stated dropping the leg she was holding on to.
"He needs your help Doc, a Drone knocked him out."
"He needs a bullet is what," mumbled Ally walking away. Broc watched her leave then turned back to look at Doc.
"We found 'im on the side of the street not too far from 'ere. Figured you might be able to help 'im."
"We don't help COGs, Broc. You know that," Doc eyed the soldier on the floor.
"Well I think we should. There's somethin' about this one that just feels wrong about leaven' him to die."
The doctor eyed Broc suspiciously and then sighed.
"Fine, but you tell your mother the moment she gets back with the others. I have a feeling she may want to see this."
Broc smiled 'Broc – 2, Ally - still none. I'm winning this one today'.