CLASSIFIED ZONAL AREA
“Captain, we need to get out of here. There are more and more mercenaries arriving, I don’t think we can win this one” a young girl of about 17 with cold eyes and braided mohawk hairstyles leaned forward to help James hear her better.
“We can’t leave. This is the last MTL device, if we leave this mission will be considered a failure” another young boy in full military gear shouted at the top of his voice and continued shooting through a hole in the broken wall.
“Your call Captain” Chelsea was also on her knees beside the boy dressed also in military uniform and gear.
“How many groups are out there now?” James cleaned the dirt on his face and asked the mohawk girl whose face was so close to him he could feel her breath on his chin.
“I lost count. It’s chaos,
