Decoy

"Ready the chopper. I need to go there ASAP," Edward commanded, pacing out of the building as the helicopter touched down on the open ground.

The powerful blades churned the air into a chaotic gust, ruffling his hair, but his expression remained grim.

He needed to get there. To protect the people. To protect his friend. But it was already too late for him to realize the truth lurking behind the scenes. Guilt gnawed at him—he had wasted his time, trying to prove he treated everyone fairly, when he should have been standing by his friends side.

He glanced back at the Lieutenant. "You handle things here."

"Yes, General," the Lieutenant responded, falling in step behind him. "I'll take care of everything—you don't have to worry."

Edward gave a nod before stepping toward the chopper, it hovered just inches above the ground for a quick departure and as Edward reached for the cabin door, a sudden explosion split the air.