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Chap 2. [Deciding to call this ark Point of Vision.]


"MORTARS!"
"THEY GOT RPG'S"
"TANKS! HUMVEE'S! TECHNICALS!" The sounds of battle were all around us.
"Wolves, Strike Posistion Alpha Charlie Kilo!" I rallied up my team.
"Right!"
"In position!" They yelled back.
"Quick and clean. No civilians casualties, but if they are part of the Militia, I want a bullet through the brain."
"How do we tell the difference from civilian and Militia?" Kit asked.
"Simple. If they shoot at you, shoot back."
"Got it. So, shoot second and ask no questions?"
"Yup."
"Engage!"

"Lo'rial, I need Op-Scan online."
"Check, and go. All ready."
"Thanks." We mobilized. Moving any and all of our own Militia away, and combating the Solace Militia. They were well armed for a small group.
"Blind! Is that you, man?"
"Parson? The hell you doing out here, man? I thought you were out on Spec-Op."
"I was but-GET DOWN!" A mortar rained above us, and he let off a volley from the AK-47 in his hands.
"s**t. They're armed for a few rebels. Anyways, they moved me here because of the situation."
"Ahh. How many others moved here?"
"A few squads. One or Two strike teams and-" Another volley, this time striking a few of the Militia.
"Some Black Ops guys, who have no idea what they are in for. Look like ******** Recruits."
"Good thing we sent as many back as we could. I-" I fired from my SCAR, hititng a few, and then switched to my UMP45, blasting away at the gas tank of a Humvee getting a little too close.
"I want little casualties. make this look like a nice and clean job."
"Yeah. I know what you mean. Hey, who the ******** is that? Guy in the nice track-suit?"
"Dunno." I looked to where he pointed. An unarmed Militiaman in civilian clothes was speaking to him, looking scared. using my biotics, I heightened my hearing to pick up their conversation.
"Shelter? Fight for me, and you get all the Shelter you need. Fight where? Look around. The front lines are EVERYWHERE." He aimed a Desert Eagle at the civilian, before spinning it and letting him take it.

"I dunno, but it looked strange. Keep an eye out." My team, along with Parson and his strike team moved through, eliminating members of the Militia, but more and more kept coming.
"Theres too many! Split up, and kill anyone who gets near. ******** being clean, we need this s**t done." The downpour was getting heavier, fogging up my glasses. Why the hell I wore glasses along with an eyepatch, I will never know. They make monocles and contacts for a reason. Parsons and I continued together, before getting to a few small houses. A civilian came running out, scared and asking for help.
"Blind, what's he saying? You got the powers, you outta be able to understand him."
"I'm not sure, but I think he's asking for help."
"Alright. Come here fella, i'll escort you back to ba-" A loud clap, as if a gun was fired. I looked to the Civilian, then to Parson's crumpled form, then to the Civilian before riddling him with bullets.
"Parsons! Son of a b***h! ******** terrorist's! Parons! Hang on!" He was shot in the chest. he wasn't gonna make it.
"Blind!" It was Tracksuit. What did he want?
"Ah. So you say you want it clean, but as soon as YOUR team is shot, you kill anyone, huh?"
"Shut up! He wasn't a civilian! He was part of the terrorist Militia!"
"Oh, so now we're terrorist's? Heh. Look around Adamska. NO ONE has a sidei n this war. Empire, Wolves Reuinion, Liberated Solace. All the same s**t. Just a different name. But I plan on making a difference. Remember my name. Aster. Live by it. Fear it. Hate it. Because when the time comes, it's you or me. I want revenge. And i'll make you relive the nightmares you faced. So be prepared." With a flourish and a flash, he was gone.
"s**t." I continued clearing out Militia, before receiving calls saying everyone had cleared out the Militia, and they were on the run. I picked up Parson's body, the body of my comrade, and brought him back.
"A ******** Militiaman in civilian atire. Parson took a Desert Eagle round to the chest."
"We'll give him a proper burial, you can count on it." Mavis said.
"Thanks. I'll leave it to you." My team and I shipped out, and returned to Reunion HQ.

It shoulda been me.