Hi all! This is you protagonist Ryan speaking! How do you do? I'm 16 years old this year and I'm 1.62 cm tall. Right now I'm faced with a ridiculous situation.

Right now I'm running in the forest doing my best to stay alive from getting my ass shot to death.

What? You wanna know how I got to this situation? Well it all started with this.

They said it was a simple mission. Heh, simple mission my ass.

When we approached the objective what waited for us there was not the objective guarded by two guards but a whole god damn battalion waiting for us.

Key word "waiting".

It was a fucking slaughter right there.

Right, the objective was a person that held some interest for the organisation I worked for. Yeah, I work as a teenage soldier got a problem with that?

As for the circumstances which caused me to become one well... I grew up in an area of strife, my parents were humanitarian workers there when they got hit by stray rounds from a firefight happening nearby.

I was ten back then. Being stranded in an area where violence, drugs and rape were common without my parents I managed to survive for a full year by working as a child soldier for the rebels that was also when the organisation took an interest and recruited me.

At least I get paid now rather than back then where I work for free for the rebels.

So back on point right now I'm in somewhere in the European jungles avoiding guards and sniffing dogs trying to survive when my luck didn't hold out anymore.

Just as I was about to reach the extraction point.

Floodlights switched on with a loud *Doom* sound in a U pattern blinding my eyes.

"Surrender and you will live, resist and you will die." A rough voice that sounded like it was amplified by a megaphone sounded. It also has that vibe which makes you clear your throat.

It wasn't long before my eyes adjusted to the darkness when I saw armoured personal carriers and men wearing woodland camouflage aiming their rifles at me.

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In the center stood a man holding a megaphone. Strapped to his thigh is a holster carrying a pistol.

The man looks like those fat generals that you encounter everywhere. His fat belly barely contained by his uniforms which were by the way bursting at its seams.

A smirk rose on my face. That's the objective standing right there in front of me. Well, if I die might as well take the target down with me.

Why do I not surrender you ask? Well, I'm alone in this world and I have nowhere else to go. My best friends all died in the earlier ambush and I'm all that's left. So if I wanna die at least let me die with a bang.

I raised the rifle that I had carried in a low ready.

As I was doing so shots rang out and bullet hit the dirt in front and beside me some ven managed to hit me but I ignored the pain and the sting of the dirt I focused all of my concentration on the man standing in front of me with a smirk on his face.

*Bang bang*

Two shots rang out.

Two shots that's all that was needed to end that man's life and mine.

I started dancing like I had a seizure when bullets started hitting me all over my body.

As I was getting shot all over something started to bubble up and realised its laughter. That laughter originated from the fact that this mission was a set up all along the pieces started to piece themselves together the moment I shot the general.

I was destined to die from the beginning this mission started and how they waited for me at the extraction spot.

I was sold out by the very organisation I worked for! Fucking A.

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