Angels Of Death

So Far. (Ikaros P.O.V)

After I was manufactured and joined up with Angel and Missile things seemed to be going well, but I really should explain what we are.

Like the lady that woke me up after I was manufactured said, we are Angels. I don't think it stands for anything, but we were made with intelligence, stealth, increased sight, armour like skin, the ability to use any gun and or rocket launcher, oh, and wings.

(To be honest I think Angel stands for Angels-never-got-epicer-LOL, or something like that...)

Each one of us is better at something. Angels is intelligence, Missiles is stealth and mine is flying. Not to brag but my top speed is Mach 52, I can out fly the worlds top speed planes. ( Mach 52 is about 4 times the speed of light.)

But there's one thing we're equal at, and that's fighting.

Also, because if we are on a mission and we have to be silent, we have the power to communicate with our minds. So yeah, we use our brains to talk to each other.

As weapons, we aren't really meant to be like we are. Annoying, stubborn, lazy and crazy. (Hey that rhymes!)

Now, I'm going to try to explain this in the best way I can, when we go out for missions we get very special weapon suit like thingies. Basically, we get sleeveless black body suits, and then special rocket launchers attached to our arms, they aren't that big, knives strapped to our legs, and a few guns that are either strapped to our legs and arms or slung over our backs. (Sometimes, it gets really hard to get the guns over our backs, due to our wings, and the people that created us/the scientists had to make modifications...)

But, enough with the boring stuff, right now it's 2045, and me, Angel and Missile are just in our rooms, they aren't much besides concrete walls, a three bed-bunk and a fridge.

I'm just chilling out and listening to music.

I let my eyes close as the song drums in my ears. Another sound breaks through and I hear a familiar voice say my name, in my head.

Ikaros!

What?! I mind groaned, is that even a thing?

We need to talk. take off your headphones. The voice of Angel echoes through my head.

Fine. I slipped them off and crawled to the edge of my bed, somehow I had scored the top bunk, Angel was below me and Missile was on the bottom. I let my head drop down from my bunk, my red hair falling all around my face. I felt like I was about to fall off my bed.

"What is it?" I grumbled. Angel looked up at me from her bed.

"I talked to the commander the other day." She said, lowering her eyes.

"And...?"

"He said that we're going on another mission."

"So?"

"Well...."

"Spill the frigging beans already!!!!" I urged.

"We kinda have to go to space." My mouth dropped open and I almost fell off my bed.