I was refreshed with energy. Anger and revenge running through my veins gave me a rush of confidence as our pelican dropped me off at the outpost. These soldiers must go through a lot, looking at their tattered landscape.
"No Caboose don't shoot yet!" An aggravated, but familiar voice echoed.
"Shoot? Ok" I heard a gun discharge and a bullet flew next to foot.
"Dammit Caboose! He wasn't even fucking moving!" The familiar voice echoed again.
"Yes he is. Look Church" a voice said that in guessing was cabooses.
He must have been referring how I dropped my gun and put my hands up.
"I come in peace" I said trying to make it sound as least threatening as possible.
I heard caboose whisper "He must be an alien."
"Blarg blarg honk blarg" caboose started saying. I realized it was directed towards me.
I put my hands down and put one on my forehead. These soldiers are definitely not what I was hoping for.
"Shut up guys I got this" a new voice chimed in.
A turquoise soldier walked out and stood about 2 feet in front of me. His armor was the same color as Carolinas.
"What's your business here, man?" He said.
At least they weren't hostile. But now I had to explain everything to them, and I bet at least a few times over.
"I am from project freelancer, an elite group of soldiers. My names Washington. Our business is to protect civilians and create-" the turquoise one cut me off.
"We don't care. Get to the goddamn point already." He said impatiently.
"You guys, are coming with me on a dangerous mission" I frowned. I didn't want these guys. Why did they send me here?!
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Rampant
أدب الهواةAgent Alaska is the new recruit for the secret, rigorous project freelancer. But she doesn't know that yet. In an orphanage, surrounded by others, she was told on her 16th birthday she would go where her big sister went, Carolina. Her 16th birthday...
