Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 5 Part 1: War

War
/wɔː/
noun

1.a state of armed conflict between different countries or different groups within a country.verb1.engage in a war.

Two weeks after Texas' demise...

Sigma's POV

"Follow me. Please sit." I motioned to the chair. 

The man sat down and folded his arms. 

"What do you need me to do?" He asked. 

"Nothing incredible in particular. But something worthy of your skills."

He raised an eyebrow. 

I leant closer.

"I want you to bring me Sierra's head," I said, emphasising the target's body part which I desired. 

"His head? How about his weapons?" The man asked in return. 

I smiled. 

"His head first. Then I will collect everything else."

Time to run Sierra. 

Run far, far away. 

Sierra's POV

"Duck!" I shouted, pulling out my rifle and putting three clips downrange, nailing three heavy gunners. 

"I got it!" Eden jumped forward and threw her knives, getting even more and eventually ending the battle. 

"Where's the intel?"

Oh, there he is. 

"Here, I found it!" Scythe said as he pulled the intel pack out of the truck. 

"Way to go, now we can head back."

"None of you are leaving while I am still here. Especially you, Sierra!" 

I turned to face Sloth, who seemed to be mirroring my tech, only a bit less gun heavy and more focused on mobility and also carried a bow. 

"No more games Sloth. Who sent you?" I asked. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sloth responded, releasing one arrow. 

I rolled out of the way. I straightened up and fired my own bow. 

He moved slightly and dodged the arrow with ease. 

Sloth raised his arm and men poured out the trees and charged us. 

"Move back!" I shouted to Eden and Scythe. 

They moved behind me and started their defence. 

One by one the men fell, as I held on to the bow and used the energy bolts to get easy kills when the men got too close. 

Sloth then boosted toward me and knocked me off my feet and caused me to slide over to a deserted spot behind the vehicle. 

"Get up. I want to kick the shit out of you." Sloth mocked.

"I will go there and shove my bow up your ass sideways," I returned.

"Fine. Get me then," Sloth said as before taking a punch to the face brought to him from my own fist. 

"Come on, don't be a wimp," I challenged. 

Sloth laughed and returned fire, slamming me down and pummeling me back with hits.

I rolled between his legs and drew my bow, releasing one shot. 

Sloth easily dodged it and moved in, knowing I wouldn't shoot my bow from so close.