Chance Of A Ghost

Part 3

Many half-buried parts of war machines, terran and protoss alike can be seen in the vicinity. There are still burning pyres, scraps from aircraft  that can be scavenged or salvaged for. There aren't any life forms here not where Antiga's still in full shape. The sand is not very dense here. I just followed the radar. What more could I expect in this long-termed hunt? At least the souls of my kin will be forever silenced once Arrehein's blood spills out of his traitorous insanity.

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I've come across a desolated city, now destroyed. Broken lampposts, razed buildings, all views set in my eyes the fruit of unbearable devastation. Rusty cars toppled in style in broken roads; even bones can be seen. I switch to my goggles. They can detect heat signatures. I positioned at different views, my rifle ready to the mark. Yet as I tread on the wracked path, I sensed something, as if a pattern showed up. A riddle in my steps. I switched off my specs and saw a tragic flaw in his trap. The road is not broken as it was. I knew it. Arrehein had this all along. I have fallen in his trap.

Widow mines. How clever. Those spider-walking time bombs will always vex you greatly. I'd better took them off away. These are not worthy for evidence.

Carefully I shot the traps, like plopping a sac of fluid. The explosions are brief, yet bright enough to signal distant life forms in this wasteland. I backed up a little after each shot. They were too many. The outbursts of the mines might irritate Arrehein and he will come out and face me.  I took a moment to study the environment for a while. A perspective had caught my attention. A three-storey building almost ruined, yet a very good spot to snipe!

Found you!

I cloaked in the edge of what seemed to be luck. Then drew my weapon and shot the bastard down.

He winced from afar, then fell from his crouch position. The beast is down. I ran to the building as quickly as I can, uncloaking in the midst between steps.

Turning left the entrance was wide and–

"Huh!" My vulture parked right on the floor. Stealing someone's property huh? Better mess with that later. I've got a tiger to kill.

I went up the stairs, rifle tucked in. Third floor where he was. Fairly there were no traps. The way is clear.

I reached my destination. He was setting up here; belongings to the side by the right wall. I hadn't got enough of him. Not unless he's dead. I traipsed over the spot where he was.

There. Lying coldly on the cracked floor. There wasn't much blood on his head. But it didn't matter. He's dead. I wish I could spit all of my hatred to this bastard, and I will not mince words. At last, I have nothing to worry about. I can easily find my way out in this barren world.

I readied my vulture. Then ventured out of the deserted place. Now I seek to find a communicator station and one here is functional.

Across the broken chasm of this broken world, at last I had a chance.

And I will never waste this.