I barely held Joshua, like a good fighter he was rushing to death an hour ago, his sword is impressive, I don't understand what alloy his blade uses because the poison adheres and doesn't seem to dull his edge; his gaze is serene, for a moment I was tempted to tell him that I was going to be scared shitless if they came in orderly or with some formation, my plan is very weak and even when I told him I sounded more confident than I was... but the damn one he doesn't flinch. A comic book soldier.

Having the enemy at a distance of no more than three kilometers, we took out half a metal barrel; it was used and we had mixed him with as much diazepam as I found in the warehouses with the synthetic meat, it would probably slow down his movements enough, my "Clean tribe" were waiting behind the doors of the admission room, they were all instructed to scream like crazy and call for battle, none of them seemed sad or upset about facing the murderers of their people, they only looked determined. Mali insists that they can fight for the glory of his god, but I only ask that they trust in his god and they will see a victory greater than that written in any book of legends.

Since the entrance to the hospital and the passage to the operating rooms on the first floor were security doors, the entire waiting room and emergency room were isolated. In previous days we used the little we knew about maintenance to block the air ducts, the offices are prepared and they already have a saturation of butane gas and a little propane gas that we find in the kitchen tanks. I give the indication and they begin to pour a barrel at the entrance and distribute it to the center of the hallway. I can't help but feel apprehensive when pouring it they covertly try to take with their hands what for them is their food. They only accepted because I promised them more food of whatever they could desire.

At sixteen hours, system time, the invaders arrive, the aroma of food is strong, it smells like synthetic meat; is very intense. I am sure that only because of that they quickened their pace, the beasts came growling and called for the first boat; It's better than I expected because the first boat is at the entrance, the other enemies went crazy and rushed for the food. Two hundred people eating in the first aisle, horrible sounds of chewing and swallowing, the food turning into a mass of sand, dirt and saliva, everyone devours cautiously, waiting for the beasts (horrible, by the way) to finish the barrel and come to claim what is theirs, the weapons are ready and ready to kill... while they eat.

The first symptoms of diazepam are beginning to be noticed, they still look semi-erect, but they ignore their "boss", the old fat man has a physiognomy very similar to that of the enemies and our clean ones, but he carries what is undoubtedly a kinetic field, a taser whip and a floating transport, very useful for us. At the moment that the camera shows that the faces are more drooling and lethargic, I give the order, first to the computer, a simple touch on the screen and the front door closes and the office doors open, releasing my divine weapon, the second signal it's for Joshua, all this time he waited stoically inside the ventilation, at the entrance, armed with his sword, his suit and a lot of guts.

Fire is a beautiful thing, most of the kitchenettes in the hospital and where I come from, heated a resistance until generating the heat necessary to cook, this gas collected from the organic waste treatment plant did not have much use other than for Bunsen lighters and perhaps for some boiler, but small tanks like the one Joshua wields must not contain more than ten kilos of liquefied gas, using an adaptation of a copper tube the trigger was (this has to be improved), the gas comes out and He decompresses in a small chamber of a gun used for painting (airbrush, says the hospital search engine) and it does not compare to the jump he makes, he lands in front of the drugged and brutalized humanoids, with a flex of his hand the metal rod it produces a spark when it hits the nozzle of the airbrush and begins to release flames, the beasts writhe but have no strength to move. Even the fat boss looks at them not knowing what to do; It is very likely that they had never faced anything that could with all those muscles, claws and teeth, but they did not know about fire, the flame lasted ten seconds, twenty, when counting the minute they closed the tank valve and only the sound was heard. crackling of flesh, Joshua's growl, and the gasp of a fat man clinging to his whip and surrounded by a kinetic field.

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I see how Joshua questions him, we have many doubts; He seems to belong to the racial type of humans that we have seen, but it is logical that he has a certain level of education, it is seen that he has not only lived in nakedness and misery and that makes him arrogant. He briefly disconnects his field and launches unexperienced blows against a person who seems to dance and spin without receiving damage... I must remember to ask him to teach me those movements; When I see that he is not planning to tell us anything, I tell my comrade in arms, he unleashes hell that covers the "boss" of this attack, who laughs and maintains a shield that transforms kinetic energy into heat... very late he realizes that it is beginning to cook himself in his own fat, he runs out and throws everything in his path, the whip, the clothes that began to burn when reaching the combustion point and finally his portable field, no bigger than an amulet.

As soon as I make sure that everything is going well on that side I turn to look at my other problems... two hundred problems that eat more slowly once the initial hunger was satisfied, then I tell them over the speakers in the room to start and they do. Everyone utters high-pitched cries; The bones collide with the floor and produce a cacophony that draws the attention of the army that is eating, the result is what I want: half concentrates on eating more; They hope to fit everything possible inside them, the other half begins to look for my troops, I tell Joshua that now it is my turn to shine... or to smell, the few who see my troops behind the door begin to growl and eat , only three of the largest ones approach and hit with their knives, the door is tempered and unless they knew how to dismantle the guides in the frames they can do nothing against them, but they try; When they see that fists and bones are doing nothing, they walk around the room looking for weapons that their troops are carrying, but they go slowly, a little doubtfully, the weakest or most terrified are already lying down and breathing hard, at that moment the three strongest ones sniff and they perceive that the air does not smell good, but it is too late, the food filled their nostrils and they could not see that they were inhaling gas, much more than their lungs could support. The intoxication was slow, a last group of ten crawled and remained two meters from the entrance door, Joshua was waiting with the sword but it was not necessary, they were already comatose.

The group of the Clean ones returned three hours ago, the expedition to the attackers' village was fruitful. They brought many boys and girls, the blood on their clothes tells me that they killed more people in the camp, I can't scold them, they were in their right; I tell Mali that now is the time for true revenge. I clean the air in the room of butane and propane gases, it still smells strange, but it is breathable air, I invite them to come in with the children and ask them to show me how they prepare the meat they eat; the barrels are empty and ready. With much ceremony they cut their attackers in half, perhaps 30% of them are still alive, but soon they are no longer alive: I tell them I want intestines, head and kidneys, they don't know them by name but when I point them out, they all tell me. They look with new respect; We defeated a superior enemy with our powers (my powers, only Mali knows that another god exists) and after a night of work, the bodies are clean and the soft organs are distributed among everyone, even among the recently kidnapped children, no one touches the food remaining on the floor; They think it is cursed, so I give them some shovels and tell them to put it in the barrels, they all do it quickly and with fear, Mali helps me take everything down to the treatment plant, when I send them to rest I can hear Mali's mind, he is already thinking about how to explain my divine abilities. When I get to the laboratory I go to the bathroom first and see a whole sea of vomit... my partner is huddled in a corner; I clean the bathroom and then go to bed with a smile. He is as divine as I am.