The Spectre moved quickly and silently over the rough sand that filled his boots. He was drawing closer to his target: The Zodiac Camp. A Zodiac Soldier with a rifle in hand was running forward, and the Spectre took his chance. He leapt up, crashing both feet onto the Soldier's chest and sending him flying back onto the sand, unmoving. The Spectre rolled back to his feet, continued running for several more minutes, and then found himself at one end of the Zodiac Camp. He leapt into the one large trench, rolled past several unknowing Zodiac Soldiers and then making his move. He kneed a Zodiac Soldier in the stomach, flipped him through the air, kicked another in the face, rolled, swept two onto the floor, spun on the spot and finally kicked another across the face. They all fell at almost the exact same time, and the Spectre kept running, leaping over the unconscious bodies to find more Zodiac Soldiers blocking his path, although they looked surprised to see him. The Spectre punched forward, catching one in the face before elbowing another in the chest, kicking two at once, jumping over one's head, turning and punching. They fell, and the Spectre swiped two grenades from one of their belts, bit the clip off of one, and then threw it to the other side of the Camp. There was an ear-shattering explosion as body parts and sand flew upward, and the Spectre jumped up from the low trench, scrambling up the sand to approach the back of the Camp. There was a gunshot, and the Spectre pitched forward, immense pain in the front of his leg. "I was wondering when I would finally get to meet you, Spectre," said a voice that the Spectre knew. It was too familiar, too smooth, too deadly. The General stood above the Spectre, pistol raised at his head, the cloth covering his mouth twitching as the General grinned underneath it. "Any last words before I end things right here?" the General asked, cocking the gun and levelling it at the Spectre's head once more. "Yeah," grunted the Spectre, trying to crawl toward the General, and then revealing the grenade in his hand, the clip is gone and only the clamp stopping the explosion. There were several fuel tanks behind the General and the Spectre, and it was now that the Spectre new what to do. "Go to hell."
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The Spectre
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if I told you that we are not all human? What if I told you that a percentage of the world population are genetic hybrids? What If I told you War was about to unleash? What if I told you the Spectre was coming?
