John- United Human Faction-Day 2
“Thank God someone did the right job,” muttered Carlos.
“Where’s the rest of our team?” asked John, ignoring the Unit Leader’s moody comment.
“They failed. Senator Wilmsley escaped to a local air base and is already flying to DC. There’s no way of knowing where they are until they get out of the desert or turn on their radios. Paul says the first day was a complete failure, and you saw how desperate Julian is. Once we hand the hostage over to, what was it, Team CA-2, I don’t know what we’re supposed to do with ourselves.”
“We should head out to the front, lead the civilian militias,” offered Richard.
“I’ve had my fair share of war for now. I’ll be getting some rest if you don’t mind,” said John, walking out of the room.
John knew he was lying, though. He hadn’t had near his share. He was simply scared by his own instinct to lead the charge. In the Second Korean War, John had seen more bloodshed, and in a more horrible manner, than anyone he knew. He had grown to see it as the norm. Being controlled, held back by protocol and discipline, wore his patience thin. John longed to her the booming sound of artillery shells striking the ground, he wanted to feel the impact of a rifle on his shoulder, he wanted his enemy to show the fear which never pushed as far as John's eyes. He longed to become so numb, he could no longer comprehend place or time. He wanted to let the animal take over, to return to the Pacific where there were no moral obligations, but there was also resistance in his soul. This creature growing in his heart would take over, there was no doubt, but he wanted control for as long as he could keep it.
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