Sharon- United Human Faction- Night 49
The pitch black was unnerving. Sharon not only experienced the fear herself. She could feel it in everyone around her. The calm before the storm was more frightening to her than the storm itself would be. Sharon was never frightened by action, but the act of sitting inside a barely-armored sailboat, at the mercy of both the elements and her foes terrified her.
A soldier grabbed her shoulder and whispered, “We’ll get off this boat. I don’t know what will happen after that, but we’ll get off this boat.”
Just after he pulled back his hand, the fighters launching from Anning’s carrier became audible. The roar of the jets mixed with the sound of alarm bells on every vessel large enough to carry one. Some of the sailboats even rang their bells. Anning called out to all of his forces, including the sailboat holding Sharon’s team, on the radio.
“The CLA claims it feels no fear,” he yelled over the wireless, “they say they are the pure will of their puppeteers back in China. But what they don’t know is that we have our own pure will. We have the will push them out of our nation. We have the will to break their bones, and send them dragging their fallen comrades back their own continent. They feel no fear because they have never had anything worth fearing. But tonight, we’ll give them something to fear. Good hunting.”
A resounding cheer erupted from the fleet. Uniformed or not, the men of the Faction were united in their goal. They would not rest until the Chinese were pushed back to their homeland, or every last Faction member was dead. The Plan demanded that China be kept occupied overseas until the Faction could cut a foothold into the Chinese West, but she could ignore the long-term if it kept her men safe. Sharon hoped they could achieve quick and painless victory. For the first time, she hoped her plan would fail.
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