𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗬𝗡𝗫

𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗠 | CHAPTER OO.O

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"It's always been like this, hasn't it?" Archangel said and leaned on an idle tank. It was black, shining dully in the sun, with a bright yellow "Division 3 Team 2" printed across its side. "Big dad man tells us what to do and we do it- even if it gets our pay cut."

"Or gets us killed." Lotus sat at the opening hatch, arms crossed. She looked amused, entertained. He shuddered at the sight. She had sent 12 of her teams to storm Helena and there was now a fire in the eastmost wing. They could hear the faint screaming and gunfire from their distance. The generals' favorite sound.

"Lotus, Arch," a weary voice from their intercom emerged.

"Ixora?"

"We've cleared out."

"About time," Lotus said and glanced briefly at Archangel.

He nodded and pressed a button on his intercom. "Quince, come in."

"Roger."

"Fire at will."

"Roger that."

Fighter planes cut through the sky, dispensing cartridges on the capitol building. Shrapnel flew from wing to wing with some landing as close as 20 feet before the general-occupied tank. Screams from the building mixed with the remainder of the capital; civilians had now seen the rising flames. It was horrendous.

But to the 4 generals watching, it was beautiful. The fire was entrancing. The sparks that flew were like fireworks, the clinks of falling ammunition was musical. In their strong-eat-strong world, this sang victory.

Europa- no, Falynx- is Glory's.