TheLittlePenmen

Captain Elizabeth Vinea - an officer with the 3rd Reconnaissance Squadron has been tasked with a retrieval mission.

Her team of four, are two occupy the ruined township of Lycoa and unearth the entrance to a demonic gate reportedly located underneath the now devastated city.

Reports indicated a relic from within the gate is to be retrieved at all costs.

"Intel's here and there, not much to go on, I know. Nevertheless, I'm entrusting this mission to you Cpt. Vinea. We need bodies on the field, and we need them immediately." The Colonel handed over the mission brief to the saluting officer.

"Understood, Colonel, we depart for Lycoa at once." 

"Godspeed."

The captain left with her new orders in hand, the colonel - once the doors to his office were close: snickered, and begrudged:

"...Damned demons...what could they be plotting now..." before continuing on with his desk-work.

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We Who Aren't They

I leapt from the rooftop - leaving the Captain behind - I'm not about to let these monsters have their way.

The rifle won't do, too much noise. I flung it back.

The blade was the weapon of choice here. I un-sheath quickly.

My landing was flawless. The abnormal tried warning his compatriots of my arrival.

With my footing on stable ground, I got started.

Took a mere instant for 14 heads to cleanly be lobbed from their bodies. One by one.

They bounced once, twice, and then began rolling on the ground. The beheaded bodies still standing upright, took a while longer before tumbling harshly on the floor in succession.

I immediately dropped the blade - and picked up the child - the bodies around me were beginning to decay into ash. 

I need to start applying restorative measures. The child is barely breathing.

Meanwhile I overheard a large thud and the earth gently trembling beneath me.

Someone was giving me the death glare a few steps away. Even through this thick fog, I could feel two sharpened daggers precisely locked onto to me.

"The mark has escaped." The Captain told me with a harsh tone.

"The red fog made for perfect cover. I can't see past the tip of my nose. So I can't give chase." She explained coldly.

"I don't need an apology, Lieutenant. I just find this sort of insubordination selfish."

"I'll take this one." She was referring to the woman, who had collapsed.

"She's still alive, so you can relax." The Captain replied swiftly, reassuring me so.

"Yes...thank goodness." she said mockingly.

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