master future

4- lookout

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   Here I stand with my life-long colleague, in the desert trying to spot any enemies or technology from said enemy. I will admit, I do not particularly like this job; it's not pleasant, we must kill any remaining life on this planet who doesn't agree with our opinions. Strange isn't it? I'm constantly pondering on that one reason why this base was made. 'Why must we force other people like us to conform to our standards and opinions?' Is the question that is most often delivered by me, but I never dare say it out loud. I would most likely be questioned on how and why I thought this way and then be given an exaggerated amount of attention that is more than negative and very unecessary.

     As you can probably tell now, I'm in my head a lot. It's easier for me to maintain composer while working with such bloodthirsty animals, I will also admit; I don't blame them, killing people can take a load-off from any other stressful things going on in our tiny lives. I finally broke the silence between me and my coworker, "are you sure we're gonna get attacked?". See looked up and smiled at me. It's a very reassuring thing she does but quite frankly, she does it all the time. She is a very unique character I would say (though you probably wouldn't as she isn't involved in much action in our pint sized jar) her choice of hair style was dreads dyed teal and black, the black being pinned back in a 'bumped up' way that could go by many complicated names. She had drawn on eyebrows that were constantly getting her confused for always being surprised by something. She wore plain clothes; khaki cargo shorts (which aren't as disgusting as they sound in my opinion) and a black tank top.

     "Well if they are going to attack they're being quite slow about it" She said letting out a soft chuckle. Just then, Ethan Danebridge came over the hill carrying one of his various umbrellas, I don't work with him very often as he is usually not paired up with many. People find him to be useless out in the desert because of his disease but he is excellent in our other dimensions. Though he is slow out here, he gets by quite well and is easy to talk to. I do feel bad for him, I honestly have no clue as to why he decided to join our team knowing the risks he's taking on his health. Maybe he doesn't care? Maybe he doesn't know? But these questions are gonna have to be put on hold for later.

    
     It was starting; the first ever attack against our base. In all forty-one years that our organisation has been around, we have been hidden in an old paradox space that few people ever travel to. But now... they know, they know where we are and how to get to us. Our enemy ripped open a portal to get here. "Report to base supervisor! Quick!" I shouted flailing my arms around in a matter of panic as the soldiers of the opposing side spilled from a portal. Belle grabbed her HCD from her 'on-the-go table' and clicked the call button to report our finds to HQ. My heart is beating out of my chest, I have no clue what to do first.

     I launched myself towards the crowd of people out of impulse; I wasn't ready to die, but I wasn't ready to lose either.