Angelo was woken up from his sleep by Michael in the middle of the night. "We got a problem," Michael said. "This better be important," Angelo grunted as he stood up from his bed half-naked. With an emergency lamp serving as an emergency light source, he struggled to put on his white suit albeit it was a bit dirty.

As he was about to finish, a chain on the floor made him stumble. "Motherfucker!" Angelo cried. As he was looking around he saw the other end of the chain tied to a leg of a woman. He walked to the other end of it with angry steps.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH! You waste the air you breathe!" Angelo heaved as he was kicking the woman in rags on the corner. "Can't you fucking at least keep your chain on the clear huh!." The woman with the short black bob hair in her early 20s was heaving while clutching her side.

She was 165 centimeters in height, a bit thin because of malnutrition, dirty, and smelly without having to bathe for several days. The woman was battered and bruised but Michael and his group kept quiet. They don't want to know what Angelo's anger would be directed at them. They could overpower and kill him but the consequences after that would not affect them, But those families in the small community they called a safe zone.

"Angelo. We don't have time." Michael bellowed. Gasping for air, Angelo stopped. "You better pray this is worth me waking Michael or I swear I'm gonna lose my shit! And YOU don't like me when I lose my shit." Angelo stepped away from the woman but not before spitting on her.

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After a few minute's trek from the center of the residential area to the outlying buildings that served as watchtowers for the community, they arrived. A few people were holding torches lighting the place up. A lot of unclean corpses lay around the watchtower and survivors scattered around making sure no stragglers were left.

"Care to explain Michael? How come the watchtower was overrun?" Angelo asked, clearly agitated. "Not necessarily," Michael answered as he walked the stairs up leading Angelo.

A few flights of stairs later. Angelo was dumbfounded about what he saw. Even with just torches as a light source, he can still see the carnage. Bodies were almost cut in half, riddled with bullets like Swiss cheese, heads exploded as well as torn limbs. It was like a blender tore the men on the floor.

Angelo walked around looking at the bodies while putting his hands on both his waist. "Care to explain? Care. to. fuckin. explain!?" Angelo said now angry. "A-A chopper flew by the city and I thought it was a good idea to shoot it down. Probably got some military supplies. I went back down to get more guys but that's when they fired the rocket before I said so and.." Michael explained hurriedly.

Angelo lifted a finger. It compelled Michael to shut up immediately. "You're telling me you tried to shoot down a helicopter, which was probably military because you thought it was a good idea?" Angelo turned around. He looked at Michael with disbelief. " You know, I failed at catching those who escaped a while ago. I thought I wanted to get even you know?" Michael said with a chuckle.

Angelo walked towards Michael chuckling, "You wanted to win my favor," Angelo chuckled. "Is that it?" he said as he chuckled again. This action elicited a chuckle from Michael as well as the group behind him.

Angelo punched Michael in the nose with a loud thwack! The makeshift bandage from Michael's ears fell off as he went down on the floor. Angelo grabbed his collar and punched hard again. Again and again and again. Angelo was heaving but he did not stop until he could see Michael's face and nose were bleeding all over.

When Angelo was satisfied from knocking a few teeth out. He wipes his wounded hand on Michael's shirt. Michael was coughing blood all over,

"You think it's a good idea to antagonize the military now huh? You fucking ingrate!" Angelo screamed at the group. "What did that get you huh? Seven dead! What assurance you got that they won't just drop a bomb on us or shoot us on sight the next time they pass through here huh?" Angelo was pissed.

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The unclean was already a problem. He doesn't need the military to add to the mix.

"Do you have any idea how easy for the military to fire a few missiles to kill us? They had helicopters so it means there is still a base somewhere. Do you think the ole' great Unified Sovereign Assembly is stupid enough to not have fighter planes in reserve in a shitshow like this? " Angelo was dumbfounded at how stupid these idiots were.

Angelo walked over to Michael still whimpering and covering his battered face with his hand. Angelo pulled out his .357 Magnum and pointed it at Michael's head. "Are. You. Fucking. Stupid?" Angelo muttered darkly.

He stood up calm again. "We lost seven men and several crates worth of supplies. Just because you THOUGHT you can take down a helicopter. So how would you make up for it now Michael?" Angelo asked while taking 5 bullets out of the revolver's chamber. Michael was muttering incoherently while backing up against the wall.

"I could just kill you right now. But I'm a merciful man. I believe in the word fate. That would be unfair if I didn't do this too right. You ready?" Angelo asked with a maniacal grin.

He pointed the revolver at his temple and held his hand on the trigger. (*RWC)

*click. Angelo grinned. He rolled the chamber making sure to randomize the bullet. "1 out of 6. You're turn." Angelo smiled darkly. With nowhere left to run, Angelo pressed the barrel of the gun into Michael's head and cocked the hammer.

(*RWC) *click. Michael jerked as he heard the click of the magnum. "Damn shame," Angelo bellowed with disappointment. "Clean this shit up and send scouts to the towns nearby the city. Maybe we can requisition more supplies there." Angelo ordered.

"A night in the bunny parlor to anyone who can find the chopper or those escapees! If they are ever still nearby. Oh, and Michael." Angelo bellowed to the men. "There will be 5 bullets in the chamber next time. Don't fucking disappoint me again." Angelo said as he climbed down the stairs.

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"Fucking hell," Goose told himself. Buck just observed what was down below as the black hawk was circling their target facility. "Why the hell would that be crowded like that?" Switch asked nobody in particular.

The reservoir down below had a crashed-down gate, stemming the flow of the sleepers to come in one direction. Flooding the inside perimeter of the facility. "The metal fences are still okay making a one-way entrance for the sleepers making them flood like that?" Cupcake said.

"We are low on fuel cap. If you wanna set her down. Now would be nice." The pilot asked, "It's impossible to land in the middle of that." Buck replied. "Set us down over there at that rocky hillside by the river. Might be a good place to hunker. Fly the chopper over the facility once and lure them out of that gate. Use flares if available." Buck ordered.

"Roger." the pilot answered. The black hawk flew to the side and settled near down river at least 600 meters away from the facility "Good hunting Delta. Buy me a beer next time." the pilot said. "Roger Falcon Actual. God speed." Buck replied on the radio then it flew off again in the direction of the facility.

"Set up a perimeter. I want watch rotations until sunrise. I don't want any surprises. Switch help me to set up multiple bouivacs." Buck ordered. "Roger." Switch said while setting a mini tarpaulin-like camouflage out of the bag they were carrying.

As Buck was unloading some gear, he saw a streak of flares lighting the night sky a distance away. "I just hope the entrance will be empty tomorrow." Switch said with a bit of resignation in his voice.

"You and I both," Buck affirms his words.