Part 2

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Part 2

For two hours had they now been stranded in that dreadful place. A ruin of a torn skyscraper. Important people needed saving. Businessmen, politicians, army men. They were the mission. It was one of the main points of interest for an attack to the Germanic Province. Fortunately, the team managed to save most of the high-profiles, but now they had another problem: they had to get them to safety, and after the ruckus they made to get there, the whole place was groaning with nasties. Completely surrounded, at the first sign of movement they would get slammed, as their fellow Fing knew all too well. He had learned it the hard way.

“Call for backup.” whispered Torandis to Mark. “I already did, they must have cut our communications.”. “How do they even communicate? Haven’t heard them talk or make any sound yet!” interrupted Al. “Hey Al, make yourself useful and find us a way out. And fast!” said Mark. “The others are still waiting with the survivors on the 21^st. How ‘bout we get going already?”, “We can’t. We need Yoh at least.” replied Al, “They should be here soon.”. As they spoke, they walked slowly, trying to scout out for enemies. Mark heard a noise in the distance, down a long corridor, and with a signal ordered them to assume battle formation. The three of them were nervous. From what they had seen earlier on the higher floors, it could be a horde of monsters for all they knew. “Al, go down the corridor. Torandis, flank them. I’ll be right behind you.”. With her sharp senses, Torandis could see as well in the darkness of the night as in a bright summer day. She spotted two furry genarians. Mark told her to stop and went in through a room full of wreckage and met Al still crawling away in the previous corridor. With no more than two gestures, Al was told to follow him, and both arrived at the parallel corridor. The three soldiers slowly made their way toward the enemy. Having to rely on their senses for the night was dark as dark can be, and the cold wind made it hard to manoeuvre, they reached a point where Mark could almost hear the creatures’ heartbeat, they all jumped and shot several rounds, inflicting heavy wounds on one, while the other managed to dodge, and jumped forward, landing on All, breaking his spine, violently stabbing him with a sharp glowing blade, all in one swoop. Instant death for the poor fellow. Startled, Mark and Torandis ran and ducked behind a wall. The monster came rushing into the room with weapon in hand, and almost decapitated Mark, had he not rolled away from it. Torandis shot it in the head opening a large hole, which didn’t seem to stop the beast’s rage, while he swiftly destroyed the whole floor. The soldiers panicked, they couldn’t handle it, it was no mindless animal, it was clever and agile. “And strong too!”, thought Torandis as he broke through a solid brick wall. She got up, and seeing as the monster had its back turned to her, she fired a whole clip of her machine gun. It died, turning around while it fell.

Both of them were exhausted, mostly due to the stressful situation, not to physical strain. They heard more noise, as now, the whole lot of the invaders were coming, alerted by the fight. “We have to get back to the 21^st floor.” said Mark, “It’s our only chance of getting outta here alive”. By now, he was screaming, as the building was shaking with tens, who knows hundreds of genarians, bloodthirsty and fierce genarians, coming to get them. They set out to join the others who waited for a clear way, 8 floors above.

Unity makes you invincible.