Cruelty (One Man Army VS Furries)

Chapter 9 - Prison Infiltration

Chaos Crusader's POV

Currently sitting at the Base Commander's chair going through the files I could find in his desk. Some files that don't look interesting as I threw them aside next to the dead Base Commander.

Continuing to look, I finally found a file that caught my interest.

"Great, let's see what other horrid things they've done throughout the years." I thought to myself.

Getting the papers out of the folder and taking time at looking through the previous attacks they made throughout the past 25 years. The bases that were once run by the remaining humans now owned by furs. At least it gives me ideas on where to strike next.

Tossing the papers aside next to the Base Commander's body as his blood soaked the papers, I looked at another file that seemed strange to me. Without hesitation I opened it, took the papers out and started reading. To my surprise, I read that those assholes were running a death camp for captured civilians and soldiers who surrendered.

"Ah, shit..." I said to myself leaning back into the chair sliding my hands down my face in disbelief.
All this time I thought only concentration camps were the only thing running but death camps?
Definitely a war crime right there.

Not only will I have to kill furs but I'll have to save lives too. Gonna have to find a way to plan this out.

I read the file again to try to see where the death camp is, after that, I shoved the file in my trench coat, and was about to leave but I had to check if I'm ready to go.

Checking in my trench coat, I could see I was low on mags for my M4 which was gonna be a problem. So, I got out of the Base Commander's room and went straight to the armory stepping over a few dead furs going through a few crates. Getting the mags out the crate and putting them on the floor I started hearing dripping noises as I looked down and saw my T-shirt had a big red stain on it as blood dripped on the floor.

"Christ, when did this happen?" I asked myself.
I don't know how many times I was shot but right now, that's not important.

Spotting a duffel bag on a bench, I grabbed it and started filling it with mags but not too much because I can carry some in my trench coat. Plus, I need the space for something else.

Glancing around the room, a back box way in the end of the armory could be seen with the explosive symbol on the boxes.

Opening one of the boxes, it revealed to be filled with plastic explosives including a detonator. Wasting no time, I grabbed the plastic explosives and put them in the duffel bag along with frag grenades and flash bangs in my trench coat.

After getting everything ready, I put on the duffel bag and ran out of the armory to get to the death camp.

Samuel Leiverman's POV

I felt a soft impact as I woke up to see that we've landed in a different base. The medics rushed to pick up the stretcher I was in as I hear the choppers ramp slowly descends to the helipad.

"Good luck explaining what ever happened back there to command." One Shark Ranger said to me as he walked down the ramp.

A few minutes have passed as I was now resting on a hospital bed looking at the wound my knife made in my thigh. It reminded me about that damned human in the trench coat, there were so many things that made me think that this human was different then other humans.