A young, frail looking man was laying in his bed tossing and turning. He was thinking to himself. He just couldn't settle his mind. "What is wrong with me? I need to get to sleep. Of course the projects' going to be okay. I mean why wouldn't it?"
"Maybe it's because it goes against your morales? said a cool female voice. "Kidnapping kids does usually go against them."
"No one asked you Felicity. Now go back to sleep. And from now on don't hack into my brain again. Okay?"
"My god what is your problem Anthony? You used to be so calm and collected. Now your all hyped up and angry like a Marine who hasn't been in combat." said Felicity maitaining her calm demeanor.
"Whatever." retorted Anthony with a hint of annoyance.
After a while, Anthony finally got to sleep. Only to be awoken by a siren in the hall of his barracks. His brown, straight hair was messier than before and his blue eyes shined in the light of the luminescent hallway. "Stupid alarm stuff. I wish we could use a normal alarm clock like everyone else, but no. We get alarms."
He walked down the hall as other infantry troops were coming out of their rooms with disgusted looks at the alarms. Anthony walked down to the armory and grabbed his armor and other supplies.
"Ooh. an A42 assault rifle. With armor peircing, high explosive rounds? The Army knows me way to well."
Anthony spun around to see Felicity already dressed and armed. Her short black hair was hanging just above her shoulders. and her green eyes were like marbles. To Anthony, she seemed cute in a way. Not in a beautiful sort of way but a deadly kind of way.
"Doesn't it seem odd that we're getting heavily armed like this to get kids?" he asked Felicity.
"Ummmm....yeah. But still. You have to be careful now that we're at war with those damn Konoans. You saw how they destroyed the outer colonies in hours. So here we are getting ready for anything just to babysit kids all back to Coron." she said as she was starting to walk out of the room. Anthony noticed that she was looking at the priming lever of her rifle.
Anthony started to get into his armor when the ground shook. He had fallen to the floor and was starting to stand back up when he heard "Mortor fire! Mortor fire! They're shelling the crap out of us already! Move, move, move!" Another blast followed and drowned out the rest of the voice. Dust was starting to fall from the ceiling. "CRAP!" Anthony yelled as he was frantically getting his chest plate on. He snapped the clasps and tied his boots. After that he stood up and looked around.
Anthony quickly sized up the what was going on. He grabbed his rifle and ran out of the armory. He stopped short and saw troops moving every which way. That's when he saw Felicity on the ground. He ran over to her and found she had no pulse. He quickly surveyed her body and saw she had taken a bullet in her side. He took out his roll of gauze and wrapped her wound tight. He grabbed her by the chest plate and started to drag her underneath the barracks where he did a more thorough check of her body.
He waited there watching as troops fired their weapons and watched them run by. He watched Felicity like a soldier but more like a friend. He waited for the shelling to stop.
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