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40: Revelations

"I need to go. To avenge him." I told Harry. We'd arrived back at base hours ago, and I felt a burning passion I'd felt before, but never this strong. The passion was to kill. Kill. For Charlie.

Six: "Don't you want to lounge around, Bryne? You and the re-"

"No," I interjected.

Six: "I don't understand, why would you want to go back?"

"Revenge for Charlie. For my mom. For the hundreds affected."

Six: "They no longer can attempt an attack as ambitious as this. We've dislocated their arms and legs, we just need the killing blow. You're a great asset, we need you for the final punch."

"I don't care. I'll come back after. All I ask for is seventy-two hours. Three days. It's all I need, Six."

Six: "Call me Harry, remember?"

"Yeah." He sat silently for a while before getting up and walking to the window. He turned around and faced me.

Harry: "Seventy-two hours. I'm telling the others in case they want to assist you."

"Don't."

Harry: "Bryne, this is a very risky task to take alone. You're taking someone or you're not leaving."

“Ha-. Fine."

Harry: "Good luck."

"Cheers," I said as I got up and left the office.

--time skip--

4 Hours later

Tina PoV:

The sound of booming fireworks went off in the distance as I and the rest of the JTF2 were drinking on the roof of the base.

Seb: "Man, my back still hurts from that operation."

"You growing old, Seb?" I joked.

Jenna: "Is it bad that I find Canada, cold?"

"It wasn't that cold."

Seb: "Wonder how the others are doing." Jenna walked to the ledge and looked down towards the clearing, smiling at what she saw.

Jenna: "The Germans, Poles, Russians, and Aussies are playing some football. Bryne's missing from the pack." She spat off the ledge, showing her dislike of him. I felt partially offended by it but decided not to let it get between us. I looked around at Seb and Jenna and realized we were out of drinks and pizza.

"I'm gonna go grab more drinks as well as pizza, you guys want anything?"

Seb: "Could I get some La Fin Du Monde?”

Jenna: “I'm good.”

I went downstairs and reminded myself of my real reason for going down there, finding John. I tried calling him on his phone but I just got the bot response. I walked to his dorm and knocked. The door creeped open from my hand and I walked in. The situation reminded me of a horror movie.

“Bryne?” I said, loud enough for him to hear. I walked through the kitchen and the living room to no avail before moving on to his bedroom. His bed was still a mess from the last time I saw it. Sitting where he would usually be sat his suit and gear, facing the window which had an overview of the courtyard.

“Hey John, why aren't you hanging out downstairs?”

His chair swiveled to face me as he got up.

John: “Just didn't feel like it.” I walked up to him and started taking off his helmet. Strangely, he jolted his hands toward mine, keeping them from removing his helmet. He brought them down to an equal distance from both of our bodies.

“Why don't you want me to take off your helmet?” John didn't reply for a second, as though trying to find a reason. He then began speaking in a hushed tone.

John: “Just don't feel like it. Go hang out with the Canadians, I'm coding right now.”

“I think I've got some time down here still. We could talk for a little. Or do something more.” He breathed quietly into the microphone.

John: “If only…” His response took me by surprise as I quickly swiped off his helmet, to be greeted by a light blue spartan A.I standing where his head would be.

“The fuck?”

Church: “Heyyyyyyy, what's good?” I placed down his helmet on the messy bedd and went to Harry. From behind me I could hear the blue A.I curse.

Church: “FUCK!”

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Viper POV:

I had arrived in Australia an hour ago.

Now, less than thirty minutes later, I stood between a Radioactive soldier and a White Mask. The mask, not realizing I was there, (courtesy of my brothers suit) just stared directly into my soul. Others might’ve found it bone-chilling to be having a gun pointed directly at your chest with no body armor, but for me?

I felt great. My hand was tight around my knife’s grip, and I could feel all the ridges and texture there was on the snakeskin handle. How I wanted to torture the bastard right in front of me, but due to the seven other Masks having a goddamn congregation around him, I couldn't spend too much time with him. I whipped my knife out and drove it as far I possibly could in the span of a second. When he keeled over in pain, I kneed him in the face before grabbing his sidearm out of his holster and firing off at the surrounding Masks. I must've killed them all in less than a minute.

Uncloaking, I roundhoused the hostage directly to the face before forcing my knife out of the corpse nearby.

“Hey, bitch.” I said as I turned him around and grabbed his fingers.

“I'd reckon you'd be fond to tell me where you came from?” I didn't even have to touch my knife against his fingers for him to start yapping off. He handed me his phone, opened to Google maps. He had a point sitting in a forest, most likely the main base.

Now the fun began.

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