Racing again at the speed of light, I reach the Trilconven enterance quarters that is discreetly hidden under permanent bed of sand. Preparing the lethal liquid in my hands once more, I burn the lock, and open the hatchet. I strike a few guards immediately. 3 down, 47 more to go, I chant to myself. I whiz by trick doors and hallways, deadly traps, and dangerous lasers. From this entrance, I can easily recollect the pattern drilled into our squads before the first attack day. As the heartless guards continue to charge, I strike back twice as hard, determined to complete my mission. Finally reaching the control room, I take a deep breath to calm my trembling body. What will happen to the world when the Trilconven are removed? How will I get home? I wonder, while my heartbeat quickens. I slam my shoulder 3 times into the hard door before it crumbles to the floor. There 2 men stood, the only things blocking me from my mission. It was Webster and a clean cut, hair slicked, muscular man with an iron grip on Webster, making him wince in pain. My heart caught in my throat, and tears almost spilled over my swollen eyes. Boss, I presume, was going to make me choose between my dear friend, and my alligence to my desperate country.
"Ah. So we finally meet, Ms. Grey." the evil brute sneered. "I'll make you a deal. You leave and never return, and Webster doesn't receive a scratch. Or, we can do this the ugly way." the jerk continued, jabbing the barrel of the gun into Webster's back causing him to cry out.
"Don't listen to him, Carter!" Webster yelled. Then the Boss pulled his hair beautiful bronze hair back and whispered violently into his ear. The shiny silver gun was raised up, closer to Webster's heart.
"One last chance, sweetheart." he bargained. I gulped, sniffled, and mouthed an apology to Webster. He nodded his head, and closed his eyes, accepting his undeniable fate. He was the most magnificent gentlemen I had ever beheld. That is why it killed me the most when I lept mid air driving straight for the yellow lever and yanked it down with as much force as I could muster. The lights immediately dim, and in the dark the ceaseless gunshots rang through the room like the music of an old-fashioned jewelry box.
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Lone Mercury
Science FictionIt's the year 2050, and the entire Southern Hemisphere is ruled by a terrible force that shows no mercy, and is selfishly run. While the awful murders and evil schemes pile up, the North has tried to end the South empire called the Trilconven. All a...
