Mobile Infantry: Life after death is often misread.

2:30: normal day, sun is shining, four troopers stood guard on the entrance to the Forward Operating base. All four troopers looked as if they were on duty, but they were just chatting about nothing to do with the situation. Well, why would they? No one dares to step near the FOB. 3:30: Still the same, two of the troopers went to get some drinks from the canteen inside the outpost. 4:30: Explosions hit the outpost, three of the troopers burned to death. The other lied down, and shot his own head.

Five days later.

"What happened at the FOB was a one time thing, it will not happen again."

"How can you be so sure? For all we know, the capital city is next."

"With that though, there are more troops to defend."

"And therefore more troops to kill."

It's not exactly un-common to see this kind of talk, and defiantly not rare to hear it. The generals are at it again, trying to find out how to stop attacks. But one figure stood in the corner of the dark room with one long table and several chairs. She was just looking at the floor, not a care in her face. In her mind, however, was loads of clustered thoughts: How could he of shot himself? How did the explosions hit? Why at that time? Why only steal the paramatic schematics?

"We will launch an attack soon! We all agree on that" the skymarshal said, clearly threatening.

The general in the cornor looked up, agreeing that they need to attack. But before she could speek, a trooper rushed in, tears running down his face; and an arm missing.