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flashes of red stricken my vision and wails of sirens stab at my ears, But I stand stoically amidst it all.
operators run out of the room to the transports but I stay and steel myself to send the last order of my life.”Launch the transports!” my voice is sharp and it cuts any uneasiness out of my mind. I look down to my belt to see my revolver is still sitting in its holster and the newest addition lies next to it, a detonator.
The clattering of machine-gun fire makes itself apparent so I take haste and grip my revolver. It is cold. I once again steel myself and aim at the door.
The face of a man makes his way through. Only for him to fall with a clatter to the ground after my retort.
The others didn't like that they fire at me and I return.
Then the pain hits me like a train and I'm on the ground my shirt a lovely new shade of crimson. My revolver spits out one last shot. One last opponent crashes against the ground, his weight dents the floor. They are many and I am one.
“I'm sorry alpha it's up to you now.” my voice is now weak but determined.
They are almost on me now, one is laughing at me his armor clacking against itself.
Their commander is in front of me. I smile. Before the first word out of his mouth reaches me I grab the detonator from my belt. I hear a shout. My hand closes.
A click is released.
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Project status report:
Team alpha: numerous artifacts have been discovered and researched. commander status: Awaiting transit to site Beta
Team Beta: artifacts have been discovered but the main base of operations have been destroyed remaining forces are moving to the fallback base. commander status: deceased
Team theta: no artifacts or crucial information found at site theta. commander status: Active