Peter- Hawaiian Resistance- Day 70
The
Island of Hawaii was a beast no amount of shelling could tame. The Chinese, or,
as the Faction overseers commonly reminded their foot soldiers, the Japanese,
forces refused to give up a single inch of shoreline in the days following the
initial bombardment. The only chance at victory before Chinese reinforcements
arrived was the Faction Admiral’s risky four-day invasion plan. Regardless of
Anning’s obvious disdain for the old fisherman, the orders stood.
“Hey,
Belgian get over here,” a Faction private yelled, holding a chain of fifty
caliber rounds in his hands.
“Get
one of your own guys to help you, we’re here for defense, not murder,” Peter yelled
in response.
Peter
was one of those who took offense to the Faction men’s terminology. He had
never chosen to fight for their side, and, had he been living on the mainland,
these traitors would be poised in his sights. He made sure the local crews knew
it, too. The Faction unit chuckled before the private shouted back.
“Don’t
worry, kid. Next time you get put in concentration, we’ll be the jailers.”
A
second terrorist joined the private and helped him to load the rounds into the
turret of their jury-rigged “gunbed” truck.
“Don’t
worry, Peter,” a male voice whispered from behind him, “once we push out the
foreigners, we’ll be ready to deal with the traitors.”
The
man was gone by the time Peter turned.
“All
non-Faction units report to your stations for briefing,” the loudspeakers of
the schoolyard staging area blared. In the next days, Peter knew they would
lose their home. They had only to decide who to let steal it.
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