Admiral. “Or we lose everything!” Cheng proved to be a coward in the
end, hitting release on his pod. It detached from its socket and started
to boost away from the ship. Over the radio, he ordered “now launch
the trunk and get out of there!” The NorthCo soldiers, in doing so were
cut down reaching for the manual launch lever. All but two now
survived. Derek didn’t care about that. He pushed his pod’s release
button, and yet nothing happened. From the safety of his pod, he
hammered at it. It was stuck.
Shot to pieces, the remaining NorthCo soldiers still tried to carry on.
The last man standing fell on the lever with his dying breath, launching
the box into space.
“
No!” cried a voice from the back of the USOC army. Opera ons
Commander Wya Nathaniel stepped out in front, along with four USOC
Knights. Blood covered him like a cloak. His helmet was stained to the point
of having his eyes barely visible underneath. Wya stepped up in front of
the trapped Derek. He sighed but didn’t seem too frustrated. “No ma er.
Your friend and my box have nowhere to hide. And you will die with them.”
Wya raised his rifle to the glass of Derek’s pod.
“
Wait” said Derek. “First tell me why you betrayed my father.” Wya
smirked, and looked down. “Everything you’ve heard is true” he replied.
“USOC offered me well. Offered me be er. I never cared much for your
father anyway. I mean he did kill mine, but then again, who was he to
remember each and every face he wiped off the face of the earth with
every robbery, every heist, each act of arson and genocide. I’d feel no
different killing him a thousand mes over. And the same goes for you.”
Wya raised his rifle back up, back to the glass and fired. It sha ered the
pod’s window right open and pierced right into Derek’s EVA helmet. But it
didn’t hit him. And he was le with a hole in his helm, draining all the air
out. He quickly put a hand over the hole but as soon as he did, Wya
pulled the manual release for his pod.
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