𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

63.. war (log.ii)

The Iron Lion soldiers continued their defense inside the city's particle shield. They fired at the attacking aircrafts, taking them out one by one.

Meanwhile, the Right Arm teens were outside the particle shield, flying through the air on their hoverboards.

"Hell yeah!" With a shot from his glock, Minho took down an aircraft, watching as it fell down.

"Nice shot, Minho!" Hugo yelled, zipping past him on his hoverboard. "Keep it up, we're making a dent in those bastards!"

Nancy balanced herself on her hoverboard, twirling her axe in her hand before swinging it across the wings of the aircraft.

The blade sliced through the metal wing like butter, causing the aircraft to spiral out of control.

Sonya grinned, watching her older sister before she swooped down into battle once again.

"Hell yeah! That's my girlfriend, you sucker!" Thomas cheered, firing his shots.

Thèrèse, still stationed inside the Iron Lion base, couldn't suppress a laugh as the cheers and banter echoed through the comms.

"Shut up, Thomas." Brenda said, also firing from her gun.

"What, I'm just supporting my girl." Thomas retorted, a cheeky grin on his face. He took aim and fired another shot at an approaching aircraft, taking it down.

The aircrafts were falling left and right, their attacks becoming more erratic and disjointed as the Right Arm and the Iron Lion combined forces continued their assault.

The combined forces continued to press their attack, taking out the aircrafts one by one. The city's population watched in awe as the tide of the battle began to shift in their favor.

Verena's knuckles whitened as they grasped the edges of her console. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and frustration.

"Damnit, damn it all!" she seethed. "This isn't supposed to happen. We have the upper hand! These damn traitors are ruining everything!"

"Ma'am, we are losing aircrafts at an alarming rate," an officer reported, sweat beading on his forehead. "We need to regroup and rethink our strategy."

"No! Drop the bombs on them." Verena scowled.

"But... ma'am, that would risk civilian casualties." An officer protested, clearly hesitant.

"I don't give a damn about casualties," Verena snapped, her eyes narrowing. "We have a mission to complete. Drop the bombs. Now."

"Yes, ma'am." The officer saluted, then turned to the pilots stationed nearby. "Ready the bombs."

A chorus of "Yes, sir" echoed in response. The pilots hurried to arm the bombs on their aircrafts, their hands moving quickly and efficiently.

Thèrèse's heart leapt into her throat as she heard the order, her fingers falling from her ear comm (hacking the WCKD's communication)

With a scowl, she doubled her efforts, trying to hack into the bomber and sabotage their systems. "Vincent!" She called the older man, "they're preparing bombs! Big ones."

Vincent's face paled at the news. "Son of a bitch..." he cursed under his breath. "Thèrèse, can you stop them?"

Thèrèse's fingers flew over her device. "I'm trying. But their systems are heavily encrypted. It's going to take time."

"It's okay! You can do this!" Jorge cheered from the sidelines, as if he isn't murdering the soldiers from the ground while he supported his child.

Thèrèse nodded, grateful for the encouraging words, but her eyes never left the screen as her fingers danced across the keys.