Chapter 17: the prisoner part 2
As the Brasnick drones rushed the door, the soldiers that were guarding it had begun to unload their mags into them. Heavy clanking bodies hitting the floor. Clank! Clunk! Screeeep! Is that cold be heard as they hit the ground.
The TTF soldier accessed a small hatch. It was a storage for his old gear. Old and definitely in need of some maintenance. There was a full body suit and a section for weapons.
a TR-89 rifle and FN-20 pistol.
As the squad backed up and pointed their guns. The TTF soldier raised his hands.
“Don't worry, it's not loaded and also right now. You’re my only hope of getting out of here. Plus, only god knows how many of those damn things are out there!” he exclaimed.
All the men looked at each other and nodded then lowered their guns
