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Dawn was coming, but the men were already awake and moving. Provisions were stowed, rifles were primed, slaves dragged from their ragged beds. The Blood Army unit were preparing to move out.
Looking out over the suburbs with his powerful binoculars, from his elevated vantage point, was a hulking goliath of a man. Close to seven feet tall and thickly muscled, he almost looked as though he shouldn't exist. He had a closely shaved buzzcut, thick stubble and scars running up and down his arms and presumably on other parts of his body. His eyes were like needles, sharp and piercing, and they perfectly complimented his perpetual scowl.
One of the men approached him.
"Colonel Vex, sir! Scouting team 3 have failed to report back in."
Colonel Elias Vex said nothing, just grunted as he continued to scan the suburbs below. The soldier said nothing, grew increasingly uncomfortable. After a long silence, he carried on.
"Scout team 1 returned from...from the explosion site across town. There were only a handful of survivors. They reported seeing at least four individuals. One with an assault rifle, a female, a sniper and...and a man with a bandaged face."
Vex lowered his binoculars and turned to the soldier, a vicious grin crossed his face. They had been searching for that deserting bastard for a long time.
"What became of the survivors?"
"They were taken care of, sir. They were not fit for continued duty."
Vex returned to his gazing, "Good."
************
Quinn awoke at the first rays of light. It had not been a restful sleep, and he felt stiff and sore, inside and out. The events of the night before flashed through his mind like bolts of lightning and he felt his guts tighten and twist.
That had done nothing else but complicate things, and remind Quinn just how fucked he really was. He got to his feet and went for his canteen of water.
It tasted brackish, but it was cool and it restored a little bit of vigor to him. Today was a new day, full of uncertainty and the potential for death. Only now it could come as a knife to the back or a bullet between the eyes.
Dawn was coming, but the men were already awake and moving. Provisions were stowed, rifles were primed, slaves dragged from their ragged beds. The Blood Army unit were preparing to move out.
Looking out over the suburbs with his powerful binoculars, from his elevated vantage point, was a hulking goliath of a man. Close to seven feet tall and thickly muscled, he almost looked as though he shouldn't exist. He had a closely shaved buzzcut, thick stubble and scars running up and down his arms and presumably on other parts of his body. His eyes were like needles, sharp and piercing, and they perfectly complimented his perpetual scowl.
One of the men approached him.
"Colonel Vex, sir! Scouting team 3 have failed to report back in."
Colonel Elias Vex said nothing, just grunted as he continued to scan the suburbs below. The soldier said nothing, grew increasingly uncomfortable. After a long silence, he carried on.
"Scout team 1 returned from...from the explosion site across town. There were only a handful of survivors. They reported seeing at least four individuals. One with an assault rifle, a female, a sniper and...and a man with a bandaged face."
Vex lowered his binoculars and turned to the soldier, a vicious grin crossed his face. They had been searching for that deserting bastard for a long time.
"What became of the survivors?"
"They were taken care of, sir. They were not fit for continued duty."
Vex returned to his gazing, "Good."
************
Quinn awoke at the first rays of light. It had not been a restful sleep, and he felt stiff and sore, inside and out. The events of the night before flashed through his mind like bolts of lightning and he felt his guts tighten and twist.
That had done nothing else but complicate things, and remind Quinn just how fucked he really was. He got to his feet and went for his canteen of water.
It tasted brackish, but it was cool and it restored a little bit of vigor to him. Today was a new day, full of uncertainty and the potential for death. Only now it could come as a knife to the back or a bullet between the eyes.