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Reencounter By A Soldier

We had flown into the ship with surprise on our side. We had seen the the rebels like ants below running for their weapons. I glanced at my team once and they had assured me they were ready. Without further thought we jumped. Everything moved in a blur as we fell as a unit. Then I felt the quick jerk of my parachute activating and I had landed. Black List rebels were streaming out the doors uncoordinated but ready for a fight. My team gently landed next to me assessing the situation and setting up for the capture of one of the black lists main transporting ships. We rushed forward taking cover behind 3 unmarked crates. They had prepared fast and now bullets were whipping past in an angry rage. Our team slowly emerged in sequence. One, two, now three of their soldiers had been shot and killed. Hurt but alive we retook cover. I turned to one side to a dead body of one of my former team, bullets riddling his back as if he had turned to run from battle only to be quickly brought back to reality.
We outnumbered them and I expected a sure capture despite losses. That's when the battle quickly changed tides. I brought my gun back to eye level and opened my mouth to make the call to rush their base. That's when I heard the familiar tap, tap, click of the grenade bouncing on the cold gray metal floor. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as the grenade exploded to my left. I slammed against the side of the crates losing consiousness momentarily. I pulled myself off the floor eyes bloodshot, sweat and blood pouring down my face. I looked to the rest of my team....No survivors. I picked up my M4a1 off the floor and turned back to their base. I no longer cared for strategy or tactics as I rushed in a blind rage to the people who killed my team. I would kill them all I said to myself. That was the last thought that entered his brain as the bullet of a AWM did it's job.


A phone quietly rang in a small drab office. It was picked up on the first ring by a middle aged man in a crumpled Captains uniform. The cargo has been delivered successfully blasted out of the speaker. He answered in a dead voice "no problems?". None that we couldn't take care of sir. There was a long silence through the tension between the phone. "The time is now" he replied before dropping the phone back to the hook abruptly ending the call. "The time is now" he repeated to himself.