PROTOGEN ( NEW CIVILIZATION)

PART 13---THE SIEGE---

time:   20 : 50 p.m

After Robin and Amar reached the house, the place felt like a sanctuary. The beauty they had seen earlier stayed fresh in their minds, but their bodies were worn out from the adventures of the day. The drive back had been long, and they were exhausted when they finally pulled into the driveway.

Robin parked the car in the garage while Amar, carrying bags of clothes and supplies, headed into the house. He placed the bags on the table and immediately collapsed onto the couch to rest. Moments later, Robin entered, locking the door behind him, and sank into the armchair with a long sigh.

Robin: "Ufff... Home sweet home. There's nothing better than coming back after a long, exhausting day."

Amar: "I know, right? My legs feel like they're about to fall off!"

Robin: "Yeah, they took a beating today, huh?"

Amar: "I'm gonna take the bags upstairs. I'll unpack everything later."

Robin: "Alright. I'll see what we've got for dinner."

Amar slowly climbed to the second floor, carrying a few bags. He dropped them gently by the door of his room and returned to the living room.

Amar: "Hey, Robin, do we have anything for dinner?"

Robin groaned, rubbing his temples. "Ah, man... We forgot to buy groceries!"

Amar: "It's fine. We'll figure something out tomorrow."

Robin stretched and headed toward the kitchen. "I'll check what we have left and whip up something quick."

Amar: "Okay, thanks."

While Robin rummaged through the pantry, Amar lay back on the couch, his body grateful for the break. As the minutes ticked by, the house was quiet except for the faint sounds of Robin moving around in the kitchen.

But outside, something ominous was brewing.

Meanwhile, outside the house...

A black van rolled to a stop a few meters away from Robin and Amar's home. The side door slid open silently, and twelve soldiers, led by a woman named Arzina, spilled out.

Arzina: "Alright, everyone, keep it quiet. They're back home, so this needs to go smoothly. Here's the plan."

She gestured toward the house.

Arzina: "Snipers, take positions on both flanks—one on the left, the other on the right. Don't fire until my signal."

Snipers: "Understood." (They move into position.)

Arzina: "You two, head for the middle and stay ready. Don't move until I say so."

Soldiers: "Got it." (They creep into place.)

Arzina: "Paramedics, stay on standby near the side of the house. If anyone escapes, intercept them."

Paramedics: "Roger."

Arzina: "The rest of you, cover the rear. No one gets out."

Soldiers: "Yes, boss!"

Arzina adjusted her radio. "When the clock strikes nine, we open fire. Got that?"

All: "Yes, ma'am!"

Inside the house...

Amar was dozing off on the couch when Robin walked in from the kitchen. He was about to speak when he noticed something odd.

Robin: "Hey, Amar, it's almost dinn—"

Amar: (Yawns) "Yeah, great. I'll get up now."

Suddenly, Robin's expression shifted. His eyes widened in alarm.

Robin: "Stop! Don't move!"

Amar: "What's wrong? You're freaking me out!"

Robin's gaze was locked on Amar's chest. A small red dot danced across his shirt—a sniper's laser sight.

Robin: "Oh no! GET DOWN, NOW!"

Amar: "What?!"

Robin: "NOW!"

Without thinking, Amar dropped to the floor just as a bullet shattered the window, zipping over his head.

Amar: "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Robin: "Keep your head down!"

Arzina (over radio): "It's nine o'clock. Open fire!"

The night erupted into chaos. Bullets ripped through the windows and walls, shredding everything in sight. The sound of gunfire was deafening, and the house shook as the assault continued.

Robin: "Amar! Crawl toward me! NOW!"

Amar began crawling across the floor, feeling the sting of shattered glass beneath him. Bullets whizzed past, inches from his head.

Amar: "What's happening?! Who's attacking us?!"

Robin: "It's the Scorpions!"

Amar: "The who?! What do they want?!"

Robin: "I told you about them! They've come to finish us!"

Another bullet flew by, grazing the edge of a picture frame on the wall. Robin fumbled for his phone, dialing quickly.

Robin: "Base, this is Gray Eagle! Do you read?!"

Base: "This is White Cloud. We hear you. What's the situation?"

Robin: "We're under attack! I repeat—UNDER ATTACK!"

Base: "Hold tight. Reinforcements will be there in thirty minutes."

Robin cursed under his breath and looked at Amar. "We don't have thirty minutes..."

Amar: "What do we do now?! We're sitting ducks here!"

Robin reached into his belt and pulled out a pistol.

Robin: "Do you know how to use this?"

Amar: "A little... but not well."

Robin handed Amar the gun. "Alright, listen. Reinforcements are on their way, but if we don't hold them off, we're done. Stay low, aim carefully, and fire back."

Amar: "Got it."

The two of them took cover behind the couch and opened fire. The Scorpions returned fire from outside, bullets tearing through the walls and furniture.

Amar: "I can't believe this is happening!"

Robin: "Stay focused! We just need to hold out until backup arrives!"

The gunfire intensified, with neither side showing mercy. The sound of bullets echoed through the night, shaking the house to its foundation.

Will Robin and Amar survive the brutal attack, or will the Scorpions overpower them before reinforcements arrive?

Stay tuned for the next part.