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Chapter 12 - The Test / Part 2 [EDITED]

Tammy POV

I couldn't help but wonder about what the human had done. He'd saved the life of one of the team members who were responsible for his friend's deaths. But why? Todd had made a good point, he wasn't being held at gunpoint or anything of the such, in fact, there was absolutely nothing stopping him from just shooting us right now! And yet he still acted like a regular soldier, as if we had been eating and drinking and laughing with him since the beginning of time. The human, Jonathan, was certainly an interesting person. Suddenly, we all stopped, the Church was just in front of us, and faint movements could be heard on the inside. The human stepped in front of Ash, clearly annoying her. She held her tongue, however, knowing that even the slightest of movements could alert the enemy in an instant.

He peered slightly out of cover, before motioning for us to stay put. He quickly dashed over, still in a tactical crouch, his boots making a soft pitter-patter on the worn-out asphalt. He stopped by a window and pulled out what appeared to be a small pad out of his pocket, before holding it just in front of it. He seemed to peer at the pad for a moment, before turning back. He raised his hands, signaling basic hand communication. 'Ten hostiles.' His hands quickly relayed the interior of the Church was. 'Two potential hostages, critical entry points are man-trapped' He motioned towards the front doors. 'Doors are best option, least hostiles, no man-traps.' Ash nodded bluntly to him, signifying approval. The human flashed a thumbs-up and picked up an empty beer bottle. He tossed it behind the Church, and the movement inside the Church stopped.

Jonathan POV

There was shuffling, and voices could be heard arguing inside. I stood outside the door, just out of view of the doors. The door opened, and a pair of boots could be heard exiting the Church. "Alright! I'm going! Chances are there's no one out he-" I dug my bayonet into the Anthro's neck, sending a fountain of blood onto the floor. Shouting could be heard on the inside, and Marcus sent what appeared to be a modified M35 smoke into the room. "SHIT FLASHBANG!" There was a deafening bang, and shouts of confusion could be heard from the inside. I rapidly progressed forward, quickly followed by the others. I immediately dispatched several hostiles in the room with short bursts from my rifle, the others being taken down by the following team.

I peered over a fallen table and quickly smacked an enemy in the face as he attempted to lift his machine gun. He yelled out in pain as I quickly sent him to the floor before putting a bit of searing lead through his skull. "Clear!" "All Tangos down." I could hear the confirmations from the others as they ensured the rest of the building was clear. I walked over to the Anthros who were tied to a pillar. "Don't worry, you're all safe now." I started undoing the restraints on their legs, and then their arms. "T-thanks sir, I knew the UF had our-HUMAN?!" A fox Anthro gave me a shocked look, I simply returned an annoyed expression. "What? Never had your ass saved by a 'human scum' before?" I gave her a dirty look. "Future note; Judge by quality, not appearance."

Tammy POV

I kicked open the door to the personal quarters, seeing no more enemies, I cautiously stepped forward. The leader of the militia, Lieutenant Langston, a blood-red fox with hard feelings towards humans. It was rumored he had a much larger unit than just his battalion, but that is what I was currently searching for, more evidence about connections or communications between him and potential UF contacts. I opened the door to the Priest's Office, seeing the 'In God we trust' sign replaced by a 'Anthros are supreme' sign. I stepped into the office and started towards the desk. It could contain files, phone numbers, emails, letters, folding chair-Wait, folding chair? Oh fu-AUGH! I forgot to check behind the door and was ambushed by the Lieutenant. "Well, well, well...Combat Medic Tammy Richerdson..."

I was facedown on the floor, my muzzle being squashed into the cold, hard marble. I watched as he kicked my rifle just out of reach. "Shoulda left a bomb in that damn excuse for a base before we left." I roared in anger and pain as he began smashing his boot into my head. "You all wham really think wham that humans deserve wham a second chance?!" I could feel blood running down my face as I was relentlessly pummeled-"OI DICKFACE!" I heard a grunt, and I looked up to see the human fighting the Lieutenant in hand-to-hand combat. "DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER EVER TEACH YOU IT'S A FUCKING WARCRIME TO BRUTALIZE A DEFEATED OPPONENT?!"