One shot, One Kill.

Chapter 3 (All is fair in Love and War)

POV: Vincent Mun

Contrary to what most people believed, soldiers did get scared in the face of danger.

And even though we were trained and prepared to be strong in the face of death, just like every other human out there, we wanted to live. Most of us had families to get back to.

Parents, siblings.

In my case, a wife who was waiting for me and my thirteen year old son who I had to go back to.

But irrespective of that, I was running.

Not away from the danger, but towards it.

Towards the sound of my men being murdered, the resounding footsteps of my soldiers running behind me echoing through the empty halls as we made our way up the stairs.

I picked a gun off one of the bodies on the ground and the c****d it. My heart was racing heavily against my chest as I glanced down at the countless lifeless bodies of my comrades. Of the men I had led to battle.

Who would do this?

Could I really fight this?

I came to a careful halt in front of the set of double brown doors and then turned back to face the men behind me. I signaled them to spread out, given then directions on where to go, what to do and when to do it. And when they had all taken their various positions, I reached for the doorknob and then turned it slightly. But before I could pull the door open, I felt the person on the other turn the handle forcefully and then push the door open.

Maneuvering my way on my bad foot, I managed to move swiftly, hiding behind the door as a man walked out, heavily dressed in Ammo. His boots were heavy across the tiled floors and his steps were slow, yet calculated as he walked carefully. I could tell that he was surveying the area, calculating, and when he walked past the door, I could see that his gear was identical to mine.

He was from the US army.

I let out a sigh of relief and then made an attempt to take a step forward when Caleb and Isaiah rushed out from hiding, relief evident on Isaiah's face.

"Colonel Dunn." Caleb started. "Wh-what are you going here?" He stammered.

I heard the Lieutenant clear his throat as he took a step towards them and then another, pulling his gun out from his back pocket.

"I would ask you the same question, Comrade." He c****d his gun. "Unit 13 of Omega X, you are hereby considered traitors of the United States of America. I'll suggest that you all drop your weapons and surrender. You are surrounded." He said and even though there were no soldiers in sight, I could hear the sound of guns c*****g all around us.

"Wh-What?" Isiah took a step back.

"Acting under your own orders, you attacked and murdered the Prince of Andorra. You murdered his envoy, his men, you tarnished his house and stained the grounds with the blood of his men-"

"P-Prince?" Isiah stammered.

"Wh-what are you talking about? You gave the orders to do this, Colonel." Caleb stammered, wrapping his fingers tightly around his gun in his back pocket. "Besides, we didn't touch the kid. We-we figured that we must have made a mistake after we took down his men, but we didn't lay a hand on him, I swear." He continued.

The Colonel made a sound from the back of his throat and it almost sounded as if he was mocking us, laughing at us, ridiculing us.

"Bring the boy." He ordered.

Shortly afterwards, the sound of heavy boots marching into the hallway ensued, two soldiers coming to light. They were both recklessly dragging a young teenage boy in expensive blue silk clothing in between them. They tossed him roughly on the ground and I watched him place his hands on the ground in front of him, bending over so his gaze was on the ground.

He reeked of fear.

But I couldn't tell exactly what he feared the most in the hall.

I couldn't tell if it was the Colonel, or if it was dying.

"Si us plau." His voice broke as he began to weep. "Estalvia'm. No... no he fet res dolent." He stammered . "Si em deixes anar, no parlaré mai del que va passar aquí. no tornaré mai. Si us plau, deixa'm viure." He wept and I felt my heart break into a hundred pieces when the Lieutenant c****d his gun and then pointed it in his direction.

He was just like Christopher.

Little. Vulnerable.

And I wanted to help him. I wanted to do something. Anything to make it all go away.

But I knew a lost battle when I saw one.

I understood what this was now.

The only way out is death.

They were trying to kill us. To silence is forever. To silence me forever.

"Tot és just en l'amor i la guerra(All is fair in love and war)." The Colonel said.

And then he pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot was followed by resounding silence. It was so quiet, one would hear a pin if it dropped.

"Y-You!" Isaiah stammered, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation . "You killed him! Why would you kill him?!" He raised his voice.

"Captain Mun and the team of traitors he led murdered the prince of Andorra and killed his men." He announced. "The United States Military is no place for traitors. Kill them all." He announced and then turned to Isiah. "Leave the blabbermouth. He'll testify against them." He added.

"No, no. I won't." Isiah stammered.

"Yes, you will." He said and then turned around, stopping when he got to the door. He turned around until he was facing me directly, the wooden door acting as the only barrier between us. But I knew that he could see me. He could see me just as clearly as I could see him.

"So this is how it ends? With you cowering behind a door?" He asked. And for no reason, I found myself laughing out loud. My laughter was loud, and filled with pain, and very unnecessary. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes either.

Because Addy was waiting for me.

And just like she had predicted, just like she had been scared of, they had f****d me over.

I wasn't going to make it home.

Hell, the chances of my body making it home were low as f**k.

I took a step forward and then another, taking slow steps forward until I was finally in the light. And then I turned to face him.

"The only way out is death, isn't it?" I asked him. He grimaced.

"I am really sorry, Mun." He told me. "May the Lord God accept your souls."