Delta 1

Luka

"I say we attack first," I announced to the Commanders. "They can't have missiles and weapons being transported for peaceful reasons. If we make the first move, it could cripple them into moving their plan back a little." That wasn't true, but they seemed to be buying it. I think they were just pathetically grateful I decided to come back. Even before, I could tell from their faces that they were desperate.

They came after the first night, asking for me to return. At first I refused. I was feeling really petty, and super pissed off. Actually, Keeran had to put a restraining arm on me, or I would've attacked them. Not my finest moment.

They explained their situation, and said that a lot of Elites have been killed. "So tons of Elites died in the one day I was out?" I asked.

"No," The person I was talking to, Josh, said. Josh was in one of the older generations of Elites, so I didn't have much to do with him, but I knew he was well respected. Some would find it an honor that he went to see me. I just found it annoying. "They've been dying a lot. This is just the first time 2 have left us, and not been killed. We need anyone we can get." 

I still didn't want to, but Keeran did. He refused to go back if I didn't, which caused me to feel bad. Then they even sent Julian to try to convince me, injured as he was. I would've still said no.

But a voice in my head, fain at first, but growing more and more intense until it became overpowering said that I should go, and cause chaos.

I wasn't even the type of person to be wringed, and then start a war, but it just seemed like a good idea. So I agreed. Under the condition that I got to help plan their next move. 

And now I was trying to cause chaos. It was going perfectly so far. My Commander was nodding thoughtfully, as if my badly put together reasoning was something they could agree on. Even the other Commanders were starting to look swayed. It was just too easy.

On the way back to my tent, Zack pulled me aside for a moment. "You okay? You seem distant."

I shot a cold look at him and replied, "They happens when your in my situation. I forget. I don't forgive."

"Isn't it forgive, not forget?" Zack asked me.

"No." Well, technically yes, that was the saying, but I tended to hold a grudge until I forgot the reason why I was mad.

I walked off, leaving him staring after me. I couldn't even be bothered to feel bad about my short responses.

A few hours later, I was called into the Commander's tent for a mission. Apparently, they found a possible location for where the weapons and missiles could be. He wanted me and a team of the next generation to investigate. I asked why not my group, and he said that I was the best, but he wanted me to go with more experienced  people. I agreed.

So now, after a quick flight on one of the ships, and a quick transmition later, we were ready to go. We were meant to leave our transmitors behind because they could be tracked, but I actually needed it this time, so I just ignored them. I wasn't caught, and as I liked to say, the rules are only broken when someone catches you breaking them. 

"We're moving in," One of them said. I'm pretty sure he was called Rylan. I gave the thumbs up, and the signal was followed by the rest of the squad. Anticipation and excitement were starting to creep up on me, and I forced myself to remain still.

It was a small, shack looking building that when we went inside and downstairs, opened up into a very large, very empty room.

"Where are the weapons? And are there no guards?" Rylan asked. I shrugged. I knew the questions were rhetorical, but I needed to reply. Everyone else did, so if I didn't, it would look suspicious.

"Shit. They got the location wrong." Rylan came to that conclusion after a few hard minutes of thinking. I rolled my eyes. The guy really was a moron. I'm honestly surprised he made it into the Elites if he was that idiotic.

"We should go," He said. "The sooner we get back and tell them, the sooner they can start looking for another place."

I nodded. it was now or never. Rylan run upstairs ad flung the door open, calling behind him, "Let's go." I sighed. I was younger, and even I knew better than doing that. The rest of the squad were exchanging glances with each other. I couldn't see with the helmets and all, but I was pretty sure their expressions were pained. At least they weren't as stupid as Rylan.

I supposed having a stupid person made this easier though, because the second he opened the door, he fell. A small hole had opened up in the middle of his chest, cutting right through the uniform that was supposed to be bulletproof. Well, I knew better than that. It was useless. Like if you were shot from a few hundred feet away, which was hard enough to hit as it was, then yes, it would protect you. But from close range? You're screwed.

The rest of the team cursed, falling into position, but when the fighting started, they broke up. I just stood off to the side, watching the chaos happen.

Good. The voice from earlier seemed to say, and I jolted, momentarily confused about what the fuck I was doing, standing away form the fight when my team was in trouble. But my worries were smoothed away by who knows what? It didn't matter anyway. I had a job to do.

I started getting concerned when I realized the Elites were actually starting to gain ground against the onslaught. I guess they weren't called Elites for nothing, I thought ruefully. This was a good time to join the fight. There couldn't be survivors.

I pulled out my knives, and stepped next to an Elite who was locked in a swordfight with one of the attackers. He looked at me, expecting me to take it from here while he turned to the next one. I smiled. He was going to have a surprise coming for him.

The knife sank deep into the Elite's throat, severing his head from his body. Blood spattered me. I turned to the next Elite, and ganged up on him with an attacker. This happened a few more times, and all the while, I was left completely unharmed. 

And when all the Elites were killed, I gave a disinterested look at the pile of bodies. The attackers didn't get away unscathed, but it was still a victory. 

"Burn it," I said, walking out. They followed, getting out the flamethrowers. Yes, they had fucking flamethrowers. I was so jealous. I'd always wanted one of those, but they were forbidden in the army for being too dangerous. They were known to backfire, but I always thought they were cool and would make my job so much easier. Now was proof of that.

The whole building was in flames, leaving no evidence behind of my betrayal when the army came to investigate. 

"The Black Sun thanks you," One of them said.

"Consider this a deal closed," I replied. He shook his head. "Oh, Sunkiller will not be pleased. He so wanted to meet you."

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