Reason to Live II
Chapter 10: Face Off
(Frederick's P.O.V)
"Ich habe Sie gefunden..." (I found you…)
March 4th,
Warehouse Alpha Exterior, Near Coliseum square,
1618 hrs
The thunder clashed once, giving a radiant flash of light as Roman pedestrians scurry for cover from the rain as it grew into a rainstorm. Ahead of me is a warehouse; a warehouse where we were destined to meet. As the rain trickles down my trench coat and my face, I advance forward, taking step by step slowly while carrying the cello case with my concealed weapon. The air is moist but it tastes different once I cross the main gate of the warehouse; it reeks of hatred and despair.
The lot of the warehouse is wide, with a few cars and trucks parked in the area. A Padania hops out of his vehicle with his cigarette, trembling in fear as I walk advance closer and closer towards the massive structure. I chuckle and let open a grin in knowing the presence of a single Padania, could meant that a larger group of scumbags is close by with their weapons ready; as though waiting for my appearance to come into play. But it isn't all about that, no. Knowing that they're here, I knew that the person I'm hunting for is here waiting and probably, giving out a devilish grin right now for knowing my presence. But I don't mind. That's why I'm here. I'm here to rescue Triela; but most importantly…
…to finish John Michael
I look up towards the windows of the warehouse as I stand in the rain. Faces…I could see multiple faces, trying to hide themselves and see what is going on outside that causes the ruckus from this one typical watchman earlier. Moments later, their faces disappears into the darkness of the warehouse as a series of footsteps and two figures appear to my right and left; armed with AK-47s, wearing ponchos and flak jackets.
"Mr. Heckler?" One of them asks "Mr. Michael wanted to see you. Hands up, and drop your weapon!"
Raising their weapon, they ready themselves as they wait for my response. I stay silent. Soon, the other demands the same request. I stay quite, but grins gleefully knowing that John Michael is here. With a quick reaction, I reach my holstered Mauser C/96 and fires my pistol to my right while tossing the cello case to my left and knocks him down before I reach for the other 'Broom handle' and finishes him with an aimed headshot with my left hand. Their bodies lie still in the rain as more Padanias starts rushing outside with their weapons ready; firing furiously.
I took almost no notice of them and strafe to my left, firing my two side-arms furiously that kills 5 unfortunate gunmen before a dodge roll while holstering both 'Broom Handles', grabbing the AMATI instrument case in the process, and rips it open; revealing the weapon of death I've been saving for desperate times. This is my ultimate weapon; the weapon feared amongst Allied soldiers in the field during the last Great War! As the Padanias took notice of it, they all knew that they've been too long in this world and know that it is too late.
"MG-42!!! GET DOWN!!" They shout as I send ripping fire from the World War II General-Purpose Machinegun wielded by my hip
The shredding sound of the MG-42 sends fear down their spine as their comrade falls helplessly under the heavy, accurate fire. The modified version that comes with a drum magazine rather than the belt feed gives me the advantage of a quick reload that comes with a deadly punch. The sounds of heavy rain almost immediately dispersed in the presence of the well known MG. The rain helps cool down the weapon in a matter of seconds as I kept my finger pulling the trigger of 'Hitler's Buzz saw'. Blood starts spilling and spewing all around the men as they tried to scurry their way to the nearest cover they could find; the warehouse. Their comrades fallen, their blood paints the walls, windows, crates, and the dirt floor as the last one of them falls helplessly, sighing their last breath.
"I'm here YANKEE! Get out and show your face!" I demand "I have a bullet with your name on it!!"
Again, no answer came from him. The warehouse stays silent as it is except the sounds of the gushing rain which grew harder and harder. Then I notice a figure; female figure walking over the bodies with a stern look. Her hair's red in color, and her weapon ready at her control. Noticing who it was, I drop the MG-42 and un-holster both Mauser C/96s side-arms and equip it in both hands.
"Good to see you, Petrushka." I greet with a smile "Would you mind stepping aside? I have business to attend to!"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that." She replies "I have my business with Edward here!"
With a quick start, I pull out one of the 'tools' I attached to my belt and toss it immediately towards her. She flinches and fires her weapon as she strafes to her right while I strafe to mine. But that object I toss isn't just 'a thing' or a distraction to her. A cylindrical shaped object, designed for blinding targets without exposing the user; flash bang grenade. With a quick aim and a quick shot, the grenade explodes right on her sight and blinds her temporarily. I didn't waste my time to run close to her and stun her with an elbow strike to her chin and knocks her down; unconscious. I don't want anyone else to get involve in this, and I don't want anyone else to die under my watch. Under the rain she slept, I holster the Mausers and re-arm myself with the MG-42 and head inside.
"Alessandro still has a lot of things to teach you…"
(Henrietta's P.O.V)
March 4th,
Warehouse Alpha Exterior, Near Coliseum Square,
1623 hrs
When we arrive at the warehouse, the whole area is already bathed in blood. Lifeless bodies lie asleep in the rain, coloring the puddle around them red. Their weapons lie beside them, idle and cold from the rain. We found shells; empty shells, left in the dirt from a fired 9mm Luger Parabellum. We knew who done it, and checking from the wound the time of death for these unfortunate fellows were close. It doesn't take too long for Jean and Rico to find something else lying in the dirt: A cello case and a handful of empty shells from a 7.92 x 57 mm Mauser rounds. We thought Frederick uses his K98K bolt-rifle for this operation judging from the rounds, but we were wrong once we found an empty drum round; and ahead, stacks of bodies lies lifeless in the mud bathed in rain and blood. The walls of the warehouse is painted red by them and decorated with bullet marks. By the time we saw the bodies, we knew what weapon he's using.
"It's an MG type weapon," State Jean "Either the MG3, or the MG42."
I've seen Rico wield it single-handedly, but it comes with a bipod and some solid object to rest the MG. Knowing how Frederick slaughtered these men, it's too slow for him if he deploys the MG in the dirt with its Bi-pod extended; which could only mean Frederick fired his MG from his hip and slaughtered these Padanias like cattle. Moments later, the sheer fire from the MG 42 or its variants echoes through the warehouse before it turns silent.
"He's inside." José said with confidence "We should try to catch up with him."
"But José…" I interrupt, worried of what the outcomes are "I don't think it's a good idea to get involve in his business…I…have a bad feeling something wrong is going on…"
But José replies with a smile, followed with a pat on my head before he looks up and nods to Jean, giving the 'O.K' to go inside and follow Frederick further into the warehouse. At that time, I wish I can do something to prevent the group from going further and interrupt Frederick. I wish I could just…stop him for once. But somehow, something inside me prevents me from taking any further actions. Eventually, we follow our Handler's order and head inside the warehouse.
(Frederick's P.O.V)
March 4th,
Warehouse Alpha, Cargo Area 1,
1630 hrs
The deeper I go, the more the numbers of its defenders increased. The dark warehouse, complete with a number of small offices and huge crates makes it perfect cover for certain ambushes. The lighting of the warehouse is dim, with lights flickering and shadows dancing in the distance. The sound of the rain can still be heard from outside, and the screams of Padanias dying echoes through the warehouse as another group is taken down. However, there is still no sign of what I've been looking for.
No sign of them. I know there's a group behind consisting of two operatives following me here, but I decided to keep going and ignore them. 'This is my fight' I always thought to myself. 'They didn't have to get themselves involved' is my conclusion. That's why I decided to fight alone in this one and bear the responsibility after. John Michael isn't stupid enough to go and pop his head out anytime; rather, he'd send these pawns out to stop me and I can approve that these guys are way too easy. It wasn't really long however, that the speaker inside the warehouse rang…
"Frederick Heckler; I've been expecting you!"
"John Michael!" I reply "Where's Triela!?"
His laugh echoes through the warehouse, as though mocking. He answers soon after "You wanted to hear her talk?"
I answer soon after without hesitation. Her voice came through the speaker, soggy and weak as she calls my name. I didn't need to see her face to tell what has been going on to her. I could almost see what happened to her; almost picturing what her condition is like. Her voice resembles those who have been under intense torture. She coughed up words as though a circular object is thrust to her throat. He has reached my limits of patience!
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" I ask furiously, looking up at the speaker
"Oh, nothing much really…you should come see for yourself!" he challenge; and I accept
More of them as I have expected. John is trying to draw himself more time and get himself an organized way to take me out. As the crowds gather for the party, and I prepare their banquets, more footsteps came approaching behind me. Some were light; probably by a girl…make those two young ladies at the age of 11-13. It really didn't take long to guess who this 'extra' party was, but from what I knew about them they're not here for little jokes or a 'walk in the park.'
"Frederick! There you are!" exclaim José as he and Henrietta manage to catch-up with me
"Hey there José, how's things?"
"Don't ask such stupid question Frederick!" said Jean with an offending tone "We're here because YOU have gone AWOL! We told you to wait for further orders!"
"Yeah well Jean, my orders were clear: to rescue Triela and kick some arrogant Yankee in the nut!"
Seriously, why can't I have my own time without getting someone to butt-in to my problems? No matter; the objective stays the same. Looking straight at the crowd as they move in to their positions, I fire my weapon; giving them a little scare as some of unlucky ones were shot dead even before they took any action. Henrietta advances to my right and uses a crate as cover before laying fire with her 50 rounds FN P90 while Rico comes to my left and uses her SVD and picks them off one by one.
The area is once again decorated with screams coming from fallen Padanias and cries of fear as we dominate the field. My MG 42 has the capability to smash crates in seconds, and its sheer high rate of fire gives heavy suppression capabilities and keeps them behind the crates. Henrietta's FN P90 has the capability to pierce through light armor; wooden crates included. Some of the guys I see were surprised to see their friends killed behind cover; Henrietta's weapon did the job. Rico's SVD Dragunov Sniper Rifle is bad in close-quarter battles such as this one, but the semi-auto capabilities helps her to cope better in situations where we cover her.
She moves out of cover without exposing her self. Her eyes set on the scope as the rifle is laid still on the crate. The prey, a Padania, hidden behind a barrel rests calmly as he reloads his main weapon. With a sight fixed, magazine charged, and fingers ready, she pulls the trigger. Moments later, her prey is lies dead with a hole in his cranium. The thirteen year old sniper once again marks another kill. Meanwhile, the twelve year old brunette leaps out of her cover and fires her weapon rapidly as she applies flanking maneuver under my covering fire. In seconds, hostile forces were killed without any further effort. José didn't give her commands to move this time; so is Jean to Rico.
"Nice move Henrietta." I said praising her actions "Where'd you thought of that?"
"A…friend of mine…" her face turns slightly pink as she returns to our position; either it's about her 'friend' or she's exhausted "…taught me about these maneuvers. He's in Afghanistan currently; we've been sending letters."
I don't know how she manages to get his/her address, but I'm sure the person she just talked about is definitely a boy. Some of us in the Agency have friends or contacts outside the dorm, but it is rare. Henrietta's one of them. I think she found him during one of her missions? I'm not sure of this…and I'm not thinking of going for further investigation when I have my own problems. José didn't mind that she found a friend outside the Agency's watchful eyes actually, and regardless of what we are now, supports her idea of sending him letters; though the price of the stamps is paid through José's income.
(Henrietta's P.O.V)
"Let's keep moving," Said Frederick changing a new barrel round for his weapon "I don't want to keep her waiting."
We advance further into the lightly lit warehouse with lights flickering on and off above us. Padania forces kept on popping and try to stop us as much as they could, but found it was useless for them. They tremble in fear and were sent to their Father in Heaven the moment Frederick fires his weapon. Jean is right; he is using an MG type weapon. Most notably, the one he's using is the MG 42 German World War II multi-purpose machinegun. I know he had the knack for weapons dating back to the Last Great War, but seeing him wielding the MG…I never thought he went that far on collecting WWII Era weapons; especially German manufactured ones. I heard he got them after 'persuading' Hillshire on purchasing weapons he feels the Agency 'needed'. Some of the money came from his deceased Handler's savings; which is quite large.
The further we advance the tougher and fanatical the defenders grew. Their numbers swelled, and they came in a much larger crowd than before armed with a much more variety of weapon besides the AK-47 they mostly has their hands on. Some of them came with an RPG-7 at hand ready for fire! Of course, they're easy pickings for Rico since they're the most conspicuous out of the rest of the lower grunts. I swear we nearly painted the whole warehouse in blood after engaging so many of them! They kept coming and they wouldn't stop! But slowly, we knew they're just probing us until it is a little too late.
By the time we enter the third and last section of the warehouse; the defenders have rallied and are in for one last assault. We were caught off-guard as they strike heavily from the right, the left, and the front with extensive force. Rico managed to secure her position and snipe her regular preys one by one while Frederick fires his MG 42, knocking multiple targets in rapid succession. Along with it, he uses one of his unique techniques he created. I saw him pull one of his grenades tagged under his trench coat and toss them towards the unaware crowd of fighters before detonating it in flight with his Mauser he quickly draws and shoot at the falling ball of explosive. The crowd was soon 'quieted' down with a near shock from flying shrapnel. I on the other hand managed to move in and close on them under heavy barrage of fire. None of us paid any attention to our handlers after they give their command. None of us was warned about a second group of flankers from behind. And none of us noticed that it was too late for one of us to notice what's going on…
"JOSÉ!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as tears starts rolling down my cheeks, witnessing him receiving instantaneous fire from the second group of flankers
…My handler's down…José's…down…
(Frederick's P.O.V)
The second we notice José's down, we knew we had been encircled. They're organized. I have to admit, this is the first time I'm having difficulty engaging large numbers of idiots wishing for action. There are times when someone's dream or assumptions can became true; Henrietta's one of them. I remember she told me about José's death sequences in 'dream' format in a lightly lit room with lights flickering all around. Her thoughts were correct. It wasn't just nightmares, and it wasn't just dreams. It came true…
"Return fire! RETURN FIRE!!" I yell as Jean runs for the opposite cover while I lay down suppressing fire
"HENRIETTA! FIND COVER!!!"
But she didn't listen. She hops out of cover, exposing herself before firing her weapon sporadically at the group of six armed men. She advances herself to José, who's lying in the ground by his pool of blood after receiving intensive fire from 7.62mm rounds. With her P90 on her left, she drags José to safety while returning fire using her left hand. Taking some hits on her arm and a scratch on her forehead, she forces herself under our covering fire to pull him to safety. Taking cover behind stacks of boxes and barrel, she manages to find safety for both she and her handler. Unable to take the look, she cries and sobs witnessing his handler's close demise.
"José! José! José!" She cries like a child losing his father, or a sister losing his brother "Don't leave me!!"
José smiles lightly, touching Henrietta's face and trying hard to stay awake. By this time, we've just annihilated the whole group of insurgents of fanatical defenders under the command of John Michael. José's wounded pretty bad, but I think he'll hold on a little longer. Jean watches him intently and pulls out a small case of medical pack he carries incase something like this occurs to both he and/or his operative. Giving light treatment to José, Jean turns his attention towards me.
"If you still have the thought, go and rescue Triela. We'll stay here and try to keep him alive. Here, take this. You might need it!" He tosses me another pack of field surgical kit. With that said, I nod in response and advance alone…
...for the final curtain!
March 4th,
Warehouse Alpha, Cargo Area 3,
1645 hrs
The 'clack clack' noise my boots make while running and the flickering lights reminds me the time when Koch died that day. The flickering lights…the corridor…and lastly, the claymore behind the door. I still remember clearly what the situation is like. We, Koch and I, were assigned to after the remaining Padania group escaping they're failed attempt to annihilate us. The claymore that killed him that day is designated for me. Koch saved my life that day by pushing me aside and saving me. I have cheated death twice. Upon his death, it came to my realization how it hit Koch so much after losing his family he told me once during our exercises. Why he retired from the Bundeswehr, and why he picked me. He swore he didn't want to lose anyone he cared for so much. That's why he died saving me that day.
…and that's why I'm gonna' do the same for Triela
"JOHN MICHAEL!!" I call out in a loud voice after I reach the end of the warehouse where a small observation office is present further above "GET OUT AND SHOW YOURSELF!!"
And there he is, walking with his weapon holstered; all of them. The M1A1 Thompson, the two M3 'Grease Gun', and the Colt M1911A1 all are present in him, holstered and ready for use anytime. In his left hand was his last weapon which I have never seen; judging from the looks of it, it's a shotgun. In his right hand, however, is something more of a control switch with multiple buttons. But as I look around the warehouse, I notice something odd…
…Triela's missing
"WHERE IS SHE!?" I ask with anger that slowly consumes me
"She? Hmm…I don't know who you're talking about." He said testing my patience "AH! You mean Triela, right? Well, Kraut… here's your 'princess'!"
He pushes a button in his control switch. Moments later, the sound of machine grinding runs above me as a figure is slowly lowered from above.
I stop breathing.
The figure is fully lowered; her hand is tied around the crane using barbed wire as blood continues to gush out of her palms and wrist. Her feet are also tied with the same tool used for her hand. Her whole body is colored deep crimson read, tainted by her own blood. Her fingers, I notice, were missing; most of them are. There are only two fingers left on each hand; one is left dangling by the skin. There were wires, thin wires strapped around her with great force causing open deep wounds with blood still running. Her face…and her face…my God…her face is scarred and bruised to the furthest extent. Her left eye is dark; gone, blood still running out of it.
…What have he done to you, Triela?
I drop to my knees after witnessing the horror ahead of me. I don't know how I should react; whether to cry or to be enraged at the sight. She looked at me and turns herself away, as though she's ashamed of her current status. John grin and sneered at the sight before he starts laughing wildly, enjoying his scene. I started to cry. I started to cry not because I was shocked with the scene; but because I regret myself for not being able to protect her to a long extent. She suffered because of me; because of my own problem. But why must she suffer like this…?
"You're happy, Kraut?" he said chuckling "Damn, I can say both of you should be. She has been calling your name over and over during my handiworks."
I said nothing…I couldn't say a thing…
"Say…kraut." He start again "Did you know that a person would die in a few minutes if its kidney is damaged?"
I quickly understood what he meant. Breathing heavily, I watch as he pulls out his .45 pistol from his holster and aims it by her belly "No, NO! DON'T DO IT!!"
He grins and pulls the trigger. The sound from his weapon echoes through the entire warehouse compound as the empty shell hits the ground. I froze as I watch Triela's eyes widened from the shock. She was released by him and fell to the ground with a thud. Thick, Black colored blood starts running from her wound earlier, different from the usual red. I got up from my position and rush up towards her as John backs away further towards the observation office. I don't know how long she has stayed like this…what I could only see is the huge, dried, puddle of blood. She's been hanged there for sometime before I arrived; or when I arrived. I pick her up and cut the barb wires tying her and release her from the strain of piano wires that entangles her before I lift her head and look up to her.
"Frederick…" she said weakly, but trying hard to smile "…you…came…"
"I'm here…stay up…please…don't close your eyes!" I said trying to comfort her as tears starts dropping down on her. She smiles and lifts her hand to my face
"Don't cry…please…? I…I'm…here…" I said no more. No matter how she looks, she's still the Triela whom I love so much; the Triela who I'm willing to risk my life for. I embrace her tight; my left hand pushes down on her wound to stop the bleed. I kiss her on the lips, trying to keep her calm and not wanting to lose her forever. Using the only surgical kit, I bandage her wound to stop the bleed and rest her down. Her eyes closed, and a smile forms up on her face…
"Awwh…what a touching moment!" My attention turns towards John who's aiming his weapon. The blast from the shotgun he's using knocks me away from her at a near blank range and sends me back with deep wounds all over my chest. The pain is excruciating, but it isn't as bad as what Triela experienced…
…I can still fight!
I was blinded by anger and rage as I look up to his face who's smiling devilishly with is shotgun aimed at his hip. It was then I noticed the weapon he's using; the M1897 'Trench gun' Shotgun. Yes, its no other than Triela's very own favorite shotgun she's attached to. With a smirk, he spares a moment to look at Triela and plants his boots on her wound, torturing her as she gasps from his action.
"Hmm…how does it feel being shot by your girlfriend's shotgun?" He asks laughing "You should've saved that Field Surgical kit for your own…"
"YOU BASTARD!!" I jump from my position and grab a hold of my MG 42 despite my wound "I'LL KILL YOU FOR SURE!!"
Spending the drum on him, I watch as he dodges a few shots and drops her shotgun down on the floor beside her before he retreats further. I run towards him with the intention of killing him. He's not Edward; I knew it from the start! He's just there to kill me, and how am I supposed to reply? I should kill him! I stood there in the open, directly facing John as he un-holster two of his M3 'Grease Gun' for use. With a smirk planted on his face, he stares at my eyes for a moment before we begun.
"Let's get this over with…"
The rain outside grew bigger as the first and last gunshot rings throughout the entire warehouse. My MG rips through crates and concrete wall as I strafe to my right towards the nearest cover as he, strafing to his right, fires his automatic weapon towards me. He took a couple of hits but licks his wound and continues for another run as I break my cover and fires my weapon at him without stopping. His moves are quick and accurate, but his timing is bad. Soon enough, I'm able to disarm him from his weapon after a well aimed shot and predicament on where his next appearance will be.
He staggers and fell to his cover after losing his weapon. But he's not planning to get it. He still has one more primary weapon in his back, the M1A1 Thompson .45 Caliber sub-machinegun. As though returning from the grave, he jumps out of cover and fires his weapon towards me in complete succession. The bullets were flying towards me and pushed me back two feet backwards before I'm able to regain my footing and return fire. My ammunition for the MG is running out, and I've sustained great wounds so far. I look at him behind his cover, reloading his weapon with laughs and snickers as he is a much more advance cyborg than I am. His conditioning is slightly below average, making him both controlled and uncontrolled. A few wounds and shots didn't hurt him as much as it hurts me.
As he finishes his reloading process, there is only one thing left in my mind…to charge.
I leap out of cover and fire the remaining rounds the MG has in its drum magazine. He too, decided to respond the same way as I am and fires his 30 round Thompson at me. He receives some of my shots, but almost without pain he proceeds on charging me. I too, receive his shots which stop my footing for a second; but it didn't stop me from charging right at him. As soon as we were in melee range, we knew this will be a close-quarter combat. I haven't taught him how to manage situation in a near blank range like this, and I have no time to think of a quick moves to counter as I was blinded by vengeance and hatred. He lifts his weapon high, and I lift my MG high in the air as we begun clashing with our weapons. Swinging it like a club, he blocks my attack using his Thompson and returns the favor with a knee kick, pushing me back a few steps as he takes his momentum and charge at me with his weapon lift up high in the air for the strike.
But I'm not easy to take down either. I block his attack with the MG 42, both hands holding each end as he put his effort to push me down while I put mine to push him away. However, I'm able to dominate him and push him back away from me no matter how excruciating the pain engulfs me, and no matter how 'blind' I've become due to the blood that streams down my head and through my eyes. Staggering, he tries to regain his footing and engage me once again. I, however, have something else in mind. I look up to him and toss him the MG 42. Foolishly, he catches it; giving me a chance to pull both of my Mauser C/96s out of its holster and fires simultaneous rounds at him and knocks him down. His fall isn't a vain one, as he is within reach of one of his still loaded M3 'Grease Gun' knocked down earlier. His quick reaction is certain as he grab the weapon and returns fire, knocking me down from my footing as the bullets pierce through me. I breathe heavily, from the attack as he finishes his ammunition and drops his weapon as he watches me stagger. He takes out his M1911A1 pistol from his holster, looking at me with a 'victory' grin as he pulls a grenade out of his belt to use one of my techniques I taught him once…
…but I haven't taught him everything about grenades!
Though staggering, I quickly react to the situation by lifting my right hand and aim fast at his hand clutching the grenade and fire my Mauser C/96. The 9mm cruises through the air just before he threw the grenade. With a grenade still in his hand, the 9mm Luger Parabellum round impacted through the grenade, exploding it in his right hand. He screams in pain to the sight of the stump of his once right hand and looks at me with hate as I keep myself from passing out. My weapon aimed high at his face, and his weapon to mine. Eyes glaring at each other, we knew the first person who fires the weapon wins the battle once and for all.
The backdoor suddenly swung open with force. Our attention quickly turns towards the figure, soaked in the rain and mud as she staggers her way towards us. Checking her right and her left, noticing Triela who's resting in pain during her process and both John and I during our battle, she looks up to us and lifts her pistol, the M92F Beretta and ready herself as tears starts rolling down her cheek.
"P-Petrushka…" I said in surprise "H-how'd you…?"
No answer came from her. That's right…José and Jean, along their junior operatives didn't notice her or even mentioned her being unconscious outside. She managed to regain consciousness and decided to catch up with John through the backdoor to assist him. I knew this is messed up. If I fired my weapon towards John, Petrushka will kill me instead. But if I fired it towards Petrushka, I'm finished.
"Petruhska…! L-listen to me!" I start trying to persuade. However, John doesn't want to lose
"Petrushka! Hey! What happened to you?"
No answer came from her as she lifts her weapon and un-click the safety 'off'
"Petrushka…you have to help me get rid of him! He…he killed my father!" exclaim John, still aiming his weapon towards me
"Petrushka! Look at yourself! You've been used by him! Don't do it!!"
"Kill him Petra! KILL HIM!!"
"PETRUSHKA, NO!!!!"
The gunshot from the M92F Beretta echoes through the entire warehouse, followed by a single empty shell hitting the ground after fire. We knew that it is the end. We knew it's all over…
…the last curtain is closed
Author's Note:
HOEEEE!! THE FINAL BATTLE IS FINISHED!! Deadline is close (two days from now)!! Colonel-senpai, I need the illustrations!!
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WHO DID PETRA SHOT?? IS IT FREDERICK?? IS IT EDWARD/J.M?? WILL TRIELA SURVIVE?? WILL JOSE SURVIVE?? FIND OUT IN THE FINAL ISSUE OF: Reason to Live II
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Epilogue: Just Another Day