Yaatra Hombre

Chapter 10: Losing the War

12:17 PM

In one of the Yaatra Hombre's bathrooms, Michael Metzger was slowly waking up but was highly groggy. He tried to move his hands but found that they were handcuffed. "Fuck." He said in a slurred voice.

He slowly stands up and sees himself in the mirror. He questions himself. "Where am I? What am I doing here?"

"You don't remember?" He heard a voice ask him.

He looks around not finding anyone talking to him. "Follow the sound of my voice, I'm right in front of you." He hears looking at the mirror finding the reflection waving at his right hand uncuffed.

He looks down at his hands to find them still cuffed. "Yeah you're still cuffed." His reflection told him.

"Where am I?" He asked his reflection.

"On an enemy's ship." The reflection answered back. "You were captured by two parasites from the USS."

"How, no way they could get the drop on me."

"They didn't, they tried but failed at sneaking up on you ultimately having to fight you 2 on 1."

"So, I'm a prisoner of war."

"Yep, you are." The reflection told him. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"What can I do?" Metzger asked himself as he looks down.

He closes his eyes and thinks back to 2 months ago where he was with his comrades. They were at their camp celebrating a bombing of a Californian EPA building in the Mojave Island. He held up a shot of Mojave Snake Tequila in the air above his head. "Alright soldiers we have made a statement to the those cocksucker in our government that we will not be put under the USS' thumb and that we will do whatever it takes to get California out of those tyrants in the far off systems light years away, so to California."

"To California!" The militia yelled.

Metzger took a shot of his tequila. He looked up and saw that his army was looking at him with stoic expressions on their faces. "What's wrong?" He asked them.

"You abandoned us while we were taken to the Galaxy supremacist." One said to him.

"I was getting us weapons so that we could fight them and liberate California from those that would have us subjugated." He tried to explain with panic in his voice.

"But you weren't there, we were alone, and the people who should be fighting with us captured us and handed us to Harijan." Another voice told him.

"Please, I sorry, I failed all of you as a leader and as a person." He pleaded toward them. "I will make it up to you somehow."

"How?" One asked. "A couple of cockroaches took you and left your dogs in Novyy Belarus, so not only are you a prisoner of war but your dogs are now strays."

Metzger was now on his knees and opened his eyes. Tears were forming in his eyes as he looked at his reflection. "You know that there is a way, out right?" His reflection asked him.

"Yeah there is a way to get out." He agreed with his reflection.

He punched the mirror breaking it then grabbed a broken piece before staring at for a few minutes seeing his reflection nob at him. He brought the shard to his neck before slashing his neck. He fell as blood was leaking out of neck and choking before he became lifeless.