Roll dice

Roll dice.

Fort, Sector 4.

Westward exit.

409 AF

"12% chance." Jupiter mused.

'But exactly how many of them are there? And what the hell are they doing?'

"I heard something, sir." A woman's voice, which was abnormally loud made Jupiter turn his head to the right to spot the source.

She was abnormally tall as well, at around 8 ft., and her legs appeared to be especially long. She wore the exact same uniform as all the others, except the vest which she didn't wear. Also, it seemed that the shirt was a bit too short for her, and it ended up looking like a tank top with buttons rather than a buttoned down shirt. The trousers were the right size, though.

The lady- in her early twenties- had long black hair and blue eyes.

"Boss Wesley."

"I hear ya. I bet da whole city hears ya. Keep it down." The muscular man replied.

Wesley stood tall and one of his shirt buttons ripped off as he flexed his muscles. The uniform he wore was a bit different from that of the others. There was a badge on the left side of the chest region that said: "Captain."

'There he is. Meat grinder Wesley. The captain badge us nothing but a decoration. His true title is the chief of security on this side of the Fort. Biggest baddest motherf*cker around. It appears that realising the existence of that esper made my chances drop again. 11% now.'

"Sir, I think there might be an intruder somewhere around here."

"Inside da Fort?"

"Yes sir."

"Peculiar."

Wesley stared at the gate for a moment. It seemed as though he was thinking about something, carefully.

"Open da gate! No more time. We'll teach dose scumbags a lesson!"

"But sir, we..."

"Shut up, left-enant. Everyone else do as y'all have been told."

"Yes sir!" They chorused.

'Lieutenant Carl. Second in command. He's not as tough as Wesley, but he's dangerous. How did I not recognise him? My chances just dropped again. 9%'

Lieutenant Carl looked incredibly unassuming. He appeared to be physically weaker than most of his underlings. His body was covered in bandages for some reason, but his head was spared. His uniform also covered up most of his body, but it was clear that there were bandages under the uniform. He also wore a cap-which wasn't part of the dress code- and he held a long ISG-890 enhanced sniper rifle.

'That's a good gun.' Jupiter held onto his pistols tightly with a deep frown.

'I just shoot bullets but that thing fires lasers.'

He holstered one of the guns, then he reached for the cigarette between his lips with his free hand. Using his fingers to remove it from his lips, he let out a puff of smoke.

"He's there!" The tall lady pointed at Jupiter's direction. The cigarette fell off his hands, landing right into the deserted area of the road, clear for all of the bulwark troops to see where it fell from.

Wesley turned to him. Their eyes met.

'Chance of success. 1%'

"Ha ha ha!" Wesley burst into laughter.

"Captain, let me end him." The weak-looking Carl raised his sniper rifle.

Wesley put a hand on his subordinate's shoulder.

"Let this be a learning opportunity. Ya don't kill someone without asking questions first."

"I know but, he might be in league with the people who wounded officer Richard."

"He is in league with them. But I believe he understands da kind of trouble he's in." Then raised his voice "Get me a microphone!"

Jupiter shook his head.

'I don't need that. I hear you perfectly.'

Wesley got the microphone he was asking for, then he started talking into it.

"Ya have da right to remain silent! Lot's of other things too! But the point is, yar sorry ass is under arrest!"

There was no response from him. Wesley didn't look like he expected a response.

Billy Jane. Not my love.

The man in the skull jacket picked out the other gun again, now having a pistol in each hand. Then he jumped.

And then he fell. From an insane height. At some incredible speed.

'Chance of survival: 0%'

'Alright then. Let's bet.'

Jupiter suddenly grinned.

While he was still falling down, head first from the high-rise building, he saw something no one else could see.

'Dice.'

What appeared to be a large dice appeared before his eyes, though he was sure no-one else could see it. No-one would believe it. After all, this wasn't an esper ability. It wasn't a step in humanity's evolution, neither was it a mutation. It was something he couldn't explain. Something no-one could explain.

The dice rolled itself in mid-air, until it ended up with 4 at the top.

'Four, huh? So that's it for me. Good bye, Carol. Take care of the kids... I wonder, how purgatory looks like.'

She's just a girl. Who thinks I am the one...The kid is not my son.

Boom!

There was suddenly a huge explosion. A massive mushroom blast lit up the sky. Brenda saw it coming, but it engulfed her as well. It didn't end there.

Before the shockwave of the first one landed, another explosion erupted. Then another one. And yet another one.

The flames engulfed the area, instantly eradicating what was left of the bulwark soldiers posted there. However, few managed to survive the chain explosion.

Wesley stood up from his crouching position. Carl was crouched right next to him. They were both inside of a purple blue semi-transparent dome.

"Don't drop da force field yet."

"Yes sir. I can't believe we just lost Brenda."

"We don't have time far that. We have to worry about saving our own hides."

Wesley stared at the damage the explosion did to sector 4. It was breath-taking, but he knew there was a lot more affected and a lot more damage than what he saw. The street was covered in ash. Houses, razed to the ground. The road was deserted, like usual but that didn't mean the houses were. People died. Wesley felt a tear coming down one of his eyes. However, his eyes suddenly shone brightly when he saw the gate.

"Still standing sir. Several dozen nuclear explosions and not a scratch on it."

"Yeah. Makes ya wonder what kind of beast managed to put it's feet in it earlier today. I mean, it's not just steel and titanium. B63 is in there, isn't it?"

Carl held binoculars. They weren't normal binoculars though. As he wore them, and spied through them he got a lot more information than regular ones would give.

"Sir. I think we might have a bit of a problem on our hands."

"What is it?"

"Someone, something ... Whatever it is...it survived. And it's heading right for us."

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