Chapter 6: Private Joey Thomas (End) (Updated July-2020)

Her comrades opened the main hatch and watched the tornado of flames spread into the grass. The Screams of the enemy soldiers could be heard for miles.

What Rachel shoot at was the gasoline tank of an oncoming convoy of enemy vehicles filled with heavy ammunition, weapons, and soldiers. All of Which is now being Burned in the sea of flames with the approaching foot soldiers.

Once again, Rachel felt the danger again and followed her instinct, pointing in another direction.

Her comrades, who were paying attention to her, could do nothing but stared in stunned silence.

Bang, Bang

Her shot was fired at the same time as another. She was hit in the Shoulder; Rachel felt the pain and the scene of death in the same direction.

The Sniper panicked when he saw that Rachel was aiming for him like she knew he was there and could see him. So, he fired a shot and only hit the shoulder while his scope was pierced with a bullet the went straight into his hand.

Rachel and her enemy ignoring their pain, both quickly ignored their pain and fired one last shoot.

They were fatal ones at that. The Sniper fell a hole in his head. His death was instant.

Rachel slumped to the ground death was coming as she shoots close to her heart and was now bleeding out dangerously. She saw her comrade in arms with tears in her eyes.

"Thomas, hang in their buddy."

"Thomas, stay with me."

"Just a little longer, and you will get help."

Rachel coughed up blood as she stared at them, rushing to help her. Johnson was holding her up and opened his chest to put pressure on his wound. Rachel just stared before ripping off her dog tags and taking Johnson, handoff her wound.

Her comrade crying as her grip lessens, and her consciousness fades. Death takes her again.

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Mission Success

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Soul Fragmentation at 2%

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Recalibrating…. World Confirmed

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Soul Transfer Initiating

In a small town in California, an old couple, along with young children and some older. A few daughters sat and listened to a radio station blasting out information of the war.

A pair of a younger couple heard the door; the young man was reluctant to take his face away but had to. His parents were listening to anything they could at the machine.

As soon he opened the door with his wife tagging along as he saw the pair of uniformed soldiers. His face dropped as they handed him a palate, a letter, and a medal.

His's younger brother was gone, died on the battlefield. His face was blank and appeared to show nothing as he walked to the main room with the items. The young man's parents stood with him told them his brother died.

The moment the uniformed young man said that; he couldn't keep his straight face, it collapsed as tears fells. He broke down, crying in front of his parents, in front of his wife, and in front of his Kids.

His brother died as a Hero of their Country. But that would never stop their tears or their grief.