Sharon- United Human Faction- Night 49
Sharon’s sailboat beached itself on the shore of Maui in a stunning impact. The dark bow of the vessel was opened, letting in a flood of light and sound. The men scrambled out, one reaching down to help Sharon escape into the brush. Gunshots and explosions plastered the sky in a horrific light show on the side of the volcano, but Sharon’s eyes were drawn to sustained light at the end of the road. The shape of a large building was broken up by wire and the silhouettes of her enemies.
Half of her team joined the other landing parties, rushing into the action and trying to secure the high ground. The others looked to their leader, waiting for instructions. She walked back to the boat and pulled out the Ham radio and a large rifle. Looking through the scope, she could identify exactly why the structure seemed so out of place. It was one of the island's Chinese prison camps. Soldiers stood their ground, even when the Faction took up positions above them. They had been told to protect the location at all costs.
“This is Beachhead 1 Actual to Admiral Anning, respond immediately!” she yelled as soon as she could find the frequency.
The hail was met with silence. Sharon had to assume the worst. She changed frequencies and attempted to contact her second Admiral. Her aging friend replied, even in the heat of battle.
“Admiral, I need to report the position of a prison camp,” she cried desperately. “Someone give me a map,” she added to her troops.
After reporting the location, she looked through the scope of her rifle. In the distance, she could still only see the dark shapes of the soldiers moving about the building. The scene was chaotic, but when she recognized the outer courtyard, a disturbing picture began to form. She could see two lines, one of which was obviously made up of Chinese soldiers. They were moving prisoners from one side of the facility to the other, but one of the prisoners had other plans. A small shadow burst from the line and was followed by a blast of light. The face of one of the Chinese men became visible, cold and unfeeling from Sharon’s perspective. Left in the dark was the crumpled figure he had struck down.
Sharon dropped her weapon and reached again for the radio.
“This is a priority one message to all troops on the western side of Maui. Abandon combat operations and move to attack the prison camps.”
“Negative,” said Admiral Anning, finally replying to Sharon’s hail minutes earlier. “All troops keep to your planned objectives.”
Sharon yelled out in rage and threw the radio into the road. Her words to Paul echoed in her mind.
“Nothing changes when you sit back. For anything to happen, we all need to get our hands dirty.”
Sharon faced her men. They would do what they believed was right, and they would get their hands dirty.
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