I wrote down the formula next to the sketch and sighed. I was finally done with this new smoke-bomb. It was designed to explode with a word command.
I still hadn't decided the keyword, but that wouldn't be a problem.
"Ethan! Are you ready?" I turned around, grenade in hand which made the Chief smirk.
"Get your gear ready, we're leaving."
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"Ethan! Go forward! We'll cover you!" I immediately started moving.
The brown-haired soldier had talked in the end and we now knew where the leader of the ACH was hiding.
I moved forward and threw my new grenade into the building.
One had the keyword 'what' and the other had 'check'. Just in case they said 'What's that' or 'Go check'. Just as predicted, the both of them exploded at the same time.
I waited for a bit before opening the door and letting the gas trickle out of the room. I moved in with my gas mask on.
Five soldiers and two crates.
One of them must be the leader, another their right arm and the three others must be guards.
I got out, took off my gas mask and yelled "Clear!"
But no one heard me.
They were still fighting.
I took out my grenades. I hated using guns.
I threw one of the bombs to enemies on my left, killing them all as it exploded. I ran to the last soldiers fighting and threw two other grenades.
That's when I noticed her.
The Chief.
Lying on the ground in a pool of what I guessed was her own blood.
Her partner was on top of her, bawling their eyes out and screaming.
I was about to go help them when a bullet went through their head.
I staggered back.
I almost threw up right here and there.
I gulped.
Not the Chief.
I ran to both of their corpses and picked up the Chief's assault rifle before running head first towards the enemy. I quickly threw a grenade to my right while simultaneously shooting the soldiers on my left.
I hid myself behind barrels and put on my gas mask before throwing a sleeping gas grenade that didn't dissipate in the air immediately.
After about two seconds after the explosion, I left my hiding place and went on the field only to see that no one was left.
I had finished off the last of them.
I walked back to my soldiers that were all looking lost.
"Soldiers!" I yelled and they all looked at me.
I took off my gas mask.
"Our Chief was killed during the brawl as well as her partner. By delegation, I am the new Chief." Soldiers bowed their heads at me.
I didn't want that.
"Raise your heads, soldiers. No need for that." They looked at me.
"We've won this fight. Even if it cost us many prized lives." I closed my eyes.
"But we need to keep going nonetheless. Team Red, go check back there, there should be five sleeping soldiers with the leader and their right arm there. Team green, check left and collect what you can from those soldiers. Team blue, go right and do the same. Team pink and purple, collect our fallen friends' corpses. Let the Chief and her partner to me." Every team started moving and I sighed.
I was not made to be the Chief. But I had to.
I slowly walked to the Chief and her partner. I pushed the Chief's partner off of her and laid them next to her.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
I let a tear fall but quickly wiped it off.
Now wasn't the time for that.
But fuck did it hurt.
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FanfictionOur main character, Ethan Nestor, lives under a dictatorship. And a very strict one at that. Each and every citizen has a very limited set of rights. And so, it's normal that they are very attached to them. One of those rights concerns one's hair co...