Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 9 - Mission's End

~Gassy's POV~

Shocked, I pull Ohm back and look at him wildly before a loud gun shot causes us both to wince and separate immediately. Ohm ducks back into his sniper position he had held earlier and I watch around, trying to find the source where the gun shots were heard from. A man stumbles out of one of the many tunnels and Ohm quickly points the scope towards the man. Unhooking the set of binoculars off my belt I study the man in the distance, holding his side as he seems injured just as he's completely destroyed. Blood gushes out of his neck and his body spirals backwards just as Ohm suddenly fires, shocking me as I hadn't even seen the man who had caused the death. Ohm's senses, however, were very correct as the attacker falls to the floor after grasping onto his chest. Quickly, I leave Ohm and slide down the slight elevation and hurry to study the bodies. As I approach the bodies I kneel by the one with the slit throat, finding a creature badge pinned onto his chest. Glancing over at the man Ohm shot, he was definitely no soldier of ours, rather he seems like a complete stranger to the both of our groups. Then why is he here?

Kneeling by the man I slightly pay attention to the noise by me as Ohm catches up with me and joins me in observing. The man has a dirty blindfold on, hiding whatever the mystery is his eyes, reminding me a bit of Ohm's. This doesn't seem like the same material as Ohm's is made out of, so it can't be like his where he can see one way. I slide the blindfold off and the eyes... the eyes are an extremely light blue color, but normal, but it's the blank look that affects me. I force the eyelids close and look over to the cloth in my hand, and you can definitely not see out one way. This man was fighting blind, maybe he was a natural blind and attacked by the sounds. Glancing around I find Ohm staring at the same thing I was, but can I be sure? What if the cloth he's wearing really isn't visible one way? His head suddenly turns to me and I quickly look away, guilty for ever doubting the man I can't live without. He is my "second in command" and I trust him completely, I don't know why I'd even doubt him. Then again, why does he feel the need to hide his eyes from me to begin with anyways?

A loud beeping distracts us both and I glance over to Ohm as he switches off the alarm on his watch silently. Has it already been an hour? I feel like I was just doing the damn call. I switch on the radio and wait patiently, and continue to wait until my patience becomes very limited. Ohm looks to me, probably confused I haven't said anything.

"Group 1?" I ask into the radio, followed by the sergeants from the other groups. As the other groups clearly can be heard, I gradually become more worried. "Group 1, report in," I order but only the confusion from the other groups can be heard. "Group 1, if you don't report in, you will be assumed dead," I announce, and get silence in return. A panic begins to brew in my chest and I hold onto the radio so tightly it feels as if it will break at any moment.

"Group 1, fucking report in right now," I order louder and angrier causing Ohm to come forward to me, grabbing a hold of my arm. His small support does make me feel a bit better but when the radio becomes compeltely silent I almost throw the stupid thing across the room. "I was with you guys three fucking hours ago, report now," I shout into the device and immediately Ohm snatches the thing away from me and walks away before I can take it back. I watch him as he reports in calmer than I could ever be right at this moment. Ohm walks off, talking quietly into the small radio and immediately I turn around, feeling the anger and sorrow fill my chest. Not two groups. Two groups worth of people...

Without thinking I throw my fist towards the dirt wall, only causing a small cloud of dust to form at my fist, the dust floating silently towards the ground before forming into sand. A jolt of pain runs through my system at the punch and I slowly pull my fist away from the wall, glancing down at the fist with a good amount of blood forming. My mind returns to the man we just murdered and the fact two groups worth of people have died. This is no time to have my damn habits to push people to completely murder my entire crew. I step back towards Ohm quickly and although he seems hesitant to let it go he allows me to take the radio back from him. I hesitate before saying what I'm intending and lean my forearm on the dirt wall and shut my eyes as I grasp onto the radio, holding the mechanism near my mouth.