ANTIhuman (Proof of Concept; Extinction)

Chapter 3

June 12th 2028
1 P.M.

"Tyler, were where you? Leader Afton said you'd arrive two hours ago!" - I could taste the anger in the general's voice. He was angry, and he has all reasons to be. He leads this mission, which is so of "great importance". Like I care.
"I had to prepare something."
"The only thing you'd have to prepare was your arsenal! Did you have to build your gun first?!"
"Let's call what I prepared, my 'ace in the hole'."
"Your ace in the what? What did you do, Tyler?"
"You'll see." - If we're lucky.
And with that I walked into the helicopter, prominently displaying the yellow symbol of a rising sun. The symbol of our rebellion, called, you guessed it, The Rising Sun. Boring name if you ask me. Too calm.
The blades of the helicopter were cutting through the air; The sand being whirled up by the up-draft.
"Oh no." - That is the first thing the team says when I get in? Of all things, like hello, hi, or how are you, they rolled with "Oh no?"
In the helicopter sat three wolfbloods, excluding the very grim looking general, who was trying to not fletch his teeth at me. All of them tried to not lose their composure, trying to stay calm in my presence, not show that they were part of the silent exclaim of frustration, except one, looking at me with bright eyes.
I sat down next to him, as the chopper took off.
"I'm- I'm really sorry, sir. But I'm a huge fan..." – The guy next to me stared at me.
"Whatcha want? An autograph?"
"No, not at all, sir! I am just happy and surprised that my very first mission is with the greatest mentor of all time!"
He actually piqued my interest. I turned to him and tried to focus on any remarkable traits. Brown, piercing eyes. Dark brownish fur. Active ears. A rather short snout.
"Should I know you?"
"Well, I don't expect you, considering you have to teach so many people at times!" – I was expelled from actually teaching the recruits a month ago. This guy must be one of my latter students, when this is his first mission.
"What's your name, kid?" – He was effectively jumping in his seat. A very active guy.
"Mark. Mark Smith."

Heh, Mark, how could we forget such a poor soul.
The best recruit we ever had. Had so much potential.
For you just a made-up character, isn't he?
I really can't lead these discussions with you anymore, he'll grow insane.
You're just some random guy we don't know, reading a book you bought somewhere, and we are someone, fighting for his fucking life, now seemingly just for your entertainment.
I have bigger things to worry about.




Huh...
Well, I guess we're just glad Mark didn't have to experience the rest of this war.

"We're there." – I ignored the general through most of the mission briefing. Something about "protecting the warehouse" and shit.
It just screamed suicide mission. So let me make it an actual suicide mission.
Outside we saw the warehouse. Situated in the middle of this island's dessert. And in the distance, it loomed.
Neon lights overshadowing the sky. Giant skyscrapers, looming into the heavens. A giant wall protecting the city of the desert, and last but not least, the golden flame.
The megapolis of New Horizon. A false beacon of peace, a piece of hell masquerading as heaven.
A very narcissistic move, claiming the official name of your military's symbol is "The Divine Flame". Considering your military is called the Army of Flames.
The giant emblem was looming above all else, on the highest tower of the city, showing the AoF's total superiority. A very human move, if you ask me.
Wait, didn't my fathers, our house have the highest tower on our home island? Guess it's a human, and my father's move, huh?
With a thump, the helicopter landed on the hot sand, and we 5 walked out onto it.
The heat was pressing, oppressive. It was too hot, but we had other stuff to do.
The warehouse's concrete walls remained cold even amidst the heat, exuding an aura of foreboding, but it seems like only I can see it. The others took out their weapons and began walking towards the entrance to this tomb that will soon be ours.
The helicopter took off. It whirled up sand, which cut through my fur, and even my skin beneath, like razors.