“Who is it?”

“Just me Jonh.”

Jonh turns to see Mike grabbing his shoulder.

“Huh……Good to see you buddy. Where’s Sam?”

“Hangover. Liked the show?”

“Heh…..I guess is fine…..Can we go to somewhere with less noise.”

“Sure.”

They all stepped away from the crowd and went back to the barracks. Going up the floors they find a room where they could talk in peace.

*muffled chatter*

*grabs shirt*

“Hey! Owen did you got better, little men?”

“Sure uncle Mike look at these.”

The boy showed Mike a pair of glasses. It’s structure was black and the lents glow a fluresent green.

“What are theses? Party glasses?”

“No uncle Mike. It’s like yours.”

“Mine?”

“Your binocles.”

“Hummm…..sure kid.”

“(Thought) How in the hell did he made a night vision system. Thouse things cost a arm and leg.”

*puts on glasses*

Mike eyes opens as he sees the the same effect of his night vision system. The almost blinding brightness of light and the green grainy made by the increase intake of light was undinable.

“You made this, Owen?”

“Phyro helped me.”

“How?”

“He-”

*pat head*

“Ok son, We can tell him about this later now I need to talk with uncle Mike about something very important.”

With a head signal Carol came to grab the boy.

“Let’s go Owen. Adults are talking now. You can talk to him later. Let’s play with Phyro for a bit.”

“Ok…..Bye bye uncle Mike.”

“See you later Owen.”

*closes door*

“So what do you want to talk about Jonh?”

“About the marching on D.C. Know about anything?”

“Not much they don’t open their mouths about anything……Even for a vet like me.”

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

“What about Cris?”

“The young tenent is as lost as me. Hehe.”

“Heh…..But now seriously what are their plan for the liberation?”

“Well from what I know our marines are taking a beating. They barely landed there were no missle barrage to help then nor air support.”

“If our best soldier can’t do It how can we possibily do It!! Where’s the navy and our airforce?!!?

*sigh*

“……From what I know our navy is split in two one in the pacific and the one in the atlantic isn’t being mainteined.”

“Airforce?”

“Remember when we evacuate from Texas.”

“Yes.”

“Request from the airforce……They are doing bombing runs way into the mojave desert. Another strains of werewolves way quicker and resilient are using military supplies from our bases are bashing their heads trying to push us from the banks of the Mississipi.”

“Goddanm. So this was truly for propaganda, Was’nt It?”

“Maybe…..our moral is low. Odds are not on our side. This might truly be the end of america.”

“Mike……I need to tell you buddy…..”

Mike puts his hand on Jonh shoulder

“You can tell me everything.”

“After this……..I want to abandon all this crap and have a life up in New england……Ben is talking to his boys to help us to get there.”

“………….Understand……..I will go with you.”

“Why aren’t you with the mili-”

“Ex-mil I know this was’nt easy but you’re thinking about the boy……Is’nt It?”

“Yeah……Sorry I just thought this was an good way to make money for his future but…….After that I cound’nt watch him….on the hospital bed.”

“I will help…..But just for you to know It will be difficult to take the boy there.”

“Why??”

“Forgot about the interview. He is now the face of american resistence.”

“Fuck…..”

Silence fills the room as they both try to think about a solution. In this deserate scenario they need to find a way to balance the boy’s future.

“I might have an idea, Jonh.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s make a false martyr.”

“What?”

“You talked to Cris right?”

“Of course…..but that won’t-”

“He is now the commander of this little army. The sargent is busy with recrutment and the supreme command just report our next move to the interim goverment. Meaning that Cris can make a false report of Owen’s death.”

“Making him a symbol of propaganda and a way for our escape.”

*Strong handshake*

“You’re a fucking genious Mike.”

“We might have a way out, Jonh. Don’t give up yet.”

Later on that day Jonh went to talk to the tenent now commander of a unit. Walking down the block towards a building with sign “Foward operation base” Written on It he enters and start looking for his unit office.

“……Serpent l. No.”

“Falcon ll……No.”

“Vanguard. Oh….here It is.”

*Toc Toc*

“Who is it?”

“(muffled) Jonh. Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

*enters*

*Scribble scribble*

“Did I interupted something. I can come back later.”

“No……”

*Streatch*

“Just paper work…..nothing really important……So what do you want to talk about.”

“Remember what we talk yesterday?”

“Sure…..got a plan?”

“Yes. But I need your opinion on It.”

Jonh seats in the chair in front of Cris’ Working desk. For the next few minutes Jonh explains his conversation he had with Mike.

“So can you do It?”

“It may be risky, but It is the best option.”

“Don’t know the military the procedures from now but can you do It?”

“Sure It will be easy to get a name tag and some paper work……..But how do you pretend to escape after the battle?”

“I will talk to Ben later but from what he told me the montaineers already got a route for us. Do you know about our deployment in this battle?”

“Well from my conversation with the sargent we will be auxiliary troops. So we are going to fill the gaps in the frontlines.”

“I see so our deployment location cannot be pin down. That’s a hell of a problem.”

“Yeah……sorry, but I could’nt talk much with the sargent he is too occupied with the commanders from Atlanta.”

“Did you propouse the deal for him?”

“Of course.”

“What did he say them?”

“He said he would think about It. But one of his condition is that the boy remains as a symbol.”

“Did you take the deal, Cris?”

“I think It would help……so I took It, Jonh.”

“Exelent.”

“…………What?”

“That will save a lot of stress.”

“Aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be mad? It was a great decision Cris.”

*phew*

“I thought I made a big mistake back them.”

“Don’t worry even If It was a bad deal we would’nt fulfill It anyways.”

“So the plan stays?”

“Yes…and now It will be even easier. No need to escape with our tails between our legs. Does the other units know about this?”

“He informed almost all of them.”

“Great…..Ready for a new life Cris?”

“For sure.”

“I see…….So this is It them. Our last fight.”

“Hope so……”

*strong handshake*

Jonh gets up and leaves the room with a big smile in his face he stroll down the hallways looking at the military aparatus. Hoping to never see then again. He walks up the block back to the barracks to see what trully matters for him.