Chapter Two

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"I didn't use to be a Medic when the war started," Minute spoke up, sitting forward. "I used the be the Lieutenant of this here Platoon."
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September 3rd, 1940.

The Lifestealers were pinned down, they were running low on supplies and the enemy was closing in on them. Parrot's tank had ran out of fuel, everyone in there were just sitting ducks, sitting ducks with guns. Minute was down in the trench, barking orders down everyone's throats as bullets whirled over their heads.
"Where the hell are Pierce and Leo?!" He yelled to Ash, who was ducked down in the trench, cradling his bottle of vodka in his arms.
"Dunno!" He yelled back, a bullet shot into the dirt right next to his face, he yelped and fell to the side, now laying in the mud covered ground, gripping onto the alcohol and not his gun.

Slowly, the fire from the enemy side started to slow down. Minute poked his head over the trench, seeing soldiers from the enemy side dropping dead from all different angles. Pierce and Leo had snuck their way through the woodside and into the enemy base, and were now taking them out like it was just a normal day in the park.

But, there were three shots being fired, two from the left and one from the right; they only had two snipers. Minute scanned up and down the trench, everyone was there, he looked up to the tank, Parrot was hidden beside it, along with Mapicc. Spoke must've been in the shooter because the tank was still firing. Where was Planet?

"Parrot, where the hell did Planet go!" Minute yelled up to Parrot. He looked around his tank, and then back to Minute.
"He must've run off with Pierce and Leo, Sir!" He replied, ducking back to his more hidden position, seeing that there were still shots being fired.
Minute swore at himself, he watched the bullets fly past the trench, waiting, counting the time. The gunfire stopped, they were reloading, Minute jumped up out of the trench, running behind the tank, the gunfire started back up.
"Where are you going?" Mapicc asked, as he ran behind the tank, holding his helmet.
"Going to find your damn Loader!" Minute spat back.
"He'll be fine, Sir. We need you here right now!" Mapicc yelled over a load explosion that hit in front of the trench.
"You think he'll be fine out there by himself? He's half blind and deaf for crying out loud!" Minute shouted back.

Minute waited for the enemy to reload, when they did, he bolted for the treeline a few yards to the right. He was soon covered by the trees, slumping through the mud, he scanned the thick trees for any sign of Planet. Nothing. "Popsmoke, where are ya?" Minute called out, pausing to listen to the noises around him. The sound of reloading could be sound a few yards in front of him.

Minute shuffled his way forward, he peeked around a tree to see Planet, laid on his stomach, reloading his sniper. Minute crouched down and grabbed the boy, pulling him back behind the tree by the collar. Planet elbowed the man in the arm, but he didn't react.
"The hell are you thinking?!" Minute asked, dropping him and staring at the boy with disgust.
"I wanted to help Pierce and Leo, Sir. I can do it now! I'm better!" Planet answered back, pulling his collar back to its normal place.

"No. I don't wanna hear it. Not now. You gotta get back in there with your Platoon, and help fight. Not from here." Minute said,
"Sir-"
"That's an order, Soldier! Do not disobey your Lieutenant!" Minute barked. Planet stared at the man with anger mixed with fear in his eye.

The only thing Minute heard was the crunching of leaves on the forest floor, he looked to his right to see the scope of an enemy sniper, aimed directly at Planet.
"Planet, move!" Minute snapped, he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and pulled him to his place, swapping with him so he was now where Planet was stood.

A gunshot echoed through the forest, they hadn't even realized that the enemy side had stopped shooting, and were all dead thanks to the Lifestealers. Planet stared at Minute, he had a hole where his heart was, a dark red spread across his shirt like a red, gooey, wildfire.

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