Peter- Hawaiian Resistance- Day 71
Peter
watched as two helicopters flew from Anning’s carrier toward the invaders’
line. They had no escorts, no visible armament, and yet, somehow, they took no
fire. The truth behind the whole fight was becoming clear. They had never been
in danger from the Chinese; it was all a show. In twenty minutes, the battle
would end, and the enemy fleet would return to Asia. He never should have
trusted the Faction! They were all traitors, they were all maniacs!
The
rampaging truck returned to his street. The booming music stopped as the driver
pulled his key out of the ignition. The gunner began pulling empty boxes of
ammunition out of the back, where his hefty machine gun was bolted in.
“Get
us some ammo, we gotta get back in there,” the driver yelled.
Peter
stopped his fellow resistance member and walked up to the truck.
“What
are you doing? Get me some fifty-cal!”
“Why
are you here?” Peter asked, leaning on the window.
“I’m
here for ammo, dumbass. Get movin’!” the driver yelled.
“You’re
here to kill people right? Get a little combat high?”
“What
the hell are you talking about? We’re here to save your stupid asses from the
Chinese.”
“Two
helicopters just flew from the Faction fleet to the enemy carrier, what do you
think that means?”
“I
don’t know, maybe they’re sending in marines or something. Can you just get us
some goddam bullets?”
Peter
pulled out his sidearm and executed the man where he sat. The Hawaiian troops
jolted up in surprise. Before the gunner could pull out his own weapon, Peter
fired two bullets into his chest.
“The
Faction has been toying with us this whole time. We need to fight back while we
still have our weapons,” Peter said to the resistance fighters. He gave his
orders, called out to the other fighters over the Faction’s radio, then took
the truck for himself. The man who’d calmed him in the staging area would have to
push up his timetable.
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