The Legacy of Tain part 3: The Section 2 Insurrection

Rated R for violence (extreme) Sexual themes (Rape) consider this a strong warning!

Riplous trudged through the tight, bleak halls of Tavek’s attack ship. The cold air that Sebasceans preferred was very irritating to his cold, reptilian blood. All he wanted to do was sleep. The only thing the angered him more was the lack of killing. Tavek had promised him battle; yet, all they did was float in a nebula on the outskirts of Section 2, constantly monitoring the progress of Scorpious’ fleet. Tavek even dragged him to the boring daily meetings that he held each day. There they discussed the ever more twisting plans to bring Tain to power. Ship movements, troop numbers, territorial advances, casualties from the Space Farer’s Death; all meant nothing to Riplous.

The forces of Section 2 were being easily smashed by the PeaceKeepers. Most planets did not even resist. The combined genius of Scorpious, Ryken, and Tain was much more than the Sebasceans could handle. Ryken was already receiving praise for the victory, even though it was not complete, and Scorpious was also leading the fleet. But, Scorpious was a half-breed, therefore, inferior.

Riplous wondered when they would attack the other PeaceKeepers again. He knew Tavek had challenged Hasaran to meet face-to-face, and Hasaran accepted. Of course, neither knew where to find the other. So, they stayed in a monotonous state of limbo, trying to keep themselves hidden. Riplous was searching the ship with his thermal vision for a warm area on the freezing ship. He turned around a corner and ran strait into Jenovian.

He knew that she was extremely attractive, but not to him. Allyviperian women being reptiles don’t have breasts or flowing hair. “Hello Riplous”, she said in he calm, strangely sexy voice. He nodded, but suddenly noticed something on her face. He grabbed her bare arm. “What happened to your face?” he asked in his deep, raspy voice. “What are you talking about?” she asked nervously, touching her pale face around her right eye. “You’ve been hit in your right eye,” he said. The area around her eye was a slight brighter shade of red from the rest of her skin through his thermal vision.

Her face looked normal to regular eyes, even if her face was a lighter shade of white. “You can see it?” she whispered. “I can see the heat signature of the bruise under your powder covering”, he said. He gently rubbed his fingers across the top of her eye. He looked at the powders’ heat signature on his fingers. “I hit my face working out this morning”, she scrambled to say. Riplous saw the fading indention of a Serpent Order ring in the bruise. “Does he hit you?” asked Riplous. Jenovian looked down at the floor. Before she could answer, Tavek walked up. “I have just received a message from my old friend captain Granol, he wishes to provide me with supplies for my little renegade action”, said Tavek. “He wishes to meet us on Galan in the city of Terminia”, he added. “Can he be trusted?” asked Jenovian. “Of course not, some of our men observed him being taken into custody by a Pleisar squad on the home world an arn after we wiped out Slam Squad” said Tavek. “So we are going to ambush the ambushers”, concluded Riplous. “Yes, me might even be able to get Hasaran himself, thought I doubt he will risk himself in field operations”, said Tavek. “I thought that after Slam Squad, the military would refuse to use more of its troops to capture you?” asked Jenovian. “True, but upon its request, a Pleisar squad has been added to Has saran’s elite guard” replied Tavek. “Probably some Lieutenant trying to climb the ranks”, he added. “Call a meeting immediately”, he ordered.

As the Attack Ship neared Galan, the crew gathered on the bridge. 10 agents in addition to Tavek, Jena, and Riplous stood at attention. A holo image of a large warehouse appeared in front of them. It had tiered floors, each containing cargo. “We will approach the planet in a Durka class transport using a stealth trajectory”, said Tavek. “I will enter and provide a distraction while squad 1 will scale the eastern wall to the roof and eliminate the guards posted there while still keeping a zero presence profile”. Jenovian nodded to her assignment. “The rest of you will drop by line from the Durka after the roof is secured”. “You will repel from the sky light and take positions on the second floor area over the main warehouse area and the floor near the door”. “Only repel once Riplous and I have dealt with the Pleisar in the first room”. “It is believed that 2 squads of Serpent Order agents from Hasaran’s elite guard will be staying back as back up, your mission is to slaughter them when they appear”. He finished.

In the small armory, the team equipped themselves. Their long black coats were all neatly folded on the floor. They all wore gray long sleeved shirts with black camo patterns on them. Their pants matched the same design. Their Serpent Order carbines lacked the top mounted flashlights of the standard rifle and had a slightly longer barrel. A collapsible butt stock and a bullpup clip made the carbines extremely small in size. It was a select fire weapon, single or 5 round burst. The carbines hung from their necks by straps. Jenovian had a sub-machine gun hanging from her neck. The barrel barley extended past the forward mounted clip. It also had a collapsible butt stock. Most already had black balaclavas over their heads and faces. Each also had a night vision ocular raised over their heads. The fatigues even obscured Jenovian’s shapely body. Tavek walked in, his coat over his combat fatigues. He nodded to Jenovian, the closest they could get to a good luck kiss. She slipped a balaclava over her face, tucking her hair into her shirt neck.

Tavek looked over his men. They respected him above all others. Smear Squad said that they could do anything as long as the Sadukara was by their side. Not only was he Sadukara, but he was also the son of the legend Tain. Tain’s exploits were as famous as Durka’s in the Serpent Order. “Good fortune”, he said simply, leading them out.

The rain seemed to fall in buckets, cold sheets of stabbing water. A red circle closed on the roof. It further zoomed in at a figure in a black rain slicker on the tall building’s roof. The slicker obscured the head and uniform, but the shiny black boots were still visible. Very high quality, had to be Pleisar. The squad that joined Hasaran was a ten man one, probably the team sergeant was p there, but the LT was more than likely in the warm confines of the warehouse.

Tavek lowered the oculars as the rain ran down his face. Riplous stood next to him, miserable. The cold rain slowing his reactions down. Riplous held his own, primitive looking binoculars. “This should be a damn fine show”, said Tavek taking another look. Jenovian and three others were steadily working their way up the side of the enormous warehouse. The roof was completely flat, meaning footing wasn’t a factor. He focused on the commando closest to the ropes. Sure enough, Jenovian was going to make the first kill.

Jenovian crept, knife drawn. The rain had an eerie tent from the night vision ocular. The Pleisar seemed to have zoned out with boredom. The cold rain had already begun to soak her balaclava, feeling like a wet sock was covering her head. Her heart was trying to burst out of her chest. She was not a psychopath like Tavek or Riplous; she did what she had to do, not unlike Aeryn. Her boots slightly splashed in a puddle. The Pleisar did not even notice, and kept on walking along. She was now a foot behind him time to go to work.

In one swift motion, she put her left hand over his mouth and pulled his head back. She instantly slit his throat with one quick pass. Blood squirted out of his jugular as he fell gurgling to the roof, collapsing dead. A huge amount of blood spilled out, mixing with the ever-growing pools of water. She quickly checked on her team’s progress.

Another assassin snuck behind the second commando. He kicked the back of the commando’s knees and covered his mouth. This assassin was much more messy. He quickly stabbed the commando in the chest, repeatedly trying to find the heart. Blood spewed from the commando’s mouth and even as blood flew everywhere from his chest he got off a gagged cry before the knife found its mark. The third sentry must have heard the noise and reached for his hidden rifle. An assassin came from behind and grabbed the rifle; the other grabbed him from behind and slit his throat. A stream of blood covered the slicker as the body was dropped to rest on the ground. “Phase one complete,” reported Jenovian through Tavek’s covert earpiece. He motioned to Riplous to follow. “Remember, activate your camouflage and stay hidden until I call for your assistance,” he whispered as they entered the lit warehouse.

“Tavek is not so tough”, said a voice inside the warehouse. “He killed a Scarren with his bare hands, if that doesn’t make you tough, nothing does”, replied a familiar voice. The unmistakable smack of a pistol against someone’s head echoed through the building. “Shut up!” said the gruff voice of a Pleisar. A middle aged PeaceKeeper sat on his knees, his hands bound by hand cuffs. Blood ran freely from his broken nose in a crimson torrent. The annoyed Pleisar commander whipped the blood from his side arm. Six other Pleisar commandoes stood around the pair. “And the Scarren had a mini-gun”, came a mysterious voice from the shadows. “Who the frell are you!” screamed the young commander pointing the pulse weapon into the dimly lit area. The commandoes illuminated Tavek with their rifle-mounted flashlights.

Tavek shielded his eyes from the lights. The commander stared at him for a moment, not believing that the legendary Seefer Tavek would just walk up to them. “At a loss for words?” asked Tavek in his usual cocky tone. “Let me introduce my self to your men”. “I am the Sadukara!” he said with a beaming smile. Only now did the commander focus on the pulse pistol in the front of Tavek’s pants, he had not even tried to conceal it under his long black coat. The commander had been briefed on how Tavek easily slaughtered Slam Squad. The shear brutality put upon some of the troops. Sliced to bits by bladed weapons, decapitated, eviscerated. He picked up Granol and used him as a shield, his gun to the beaten man’s head. “Loose the pistol or he dies!” yelled the commander, already beads of sweat rolling down his cheek. Tavek walked between the six commandoes, facing the commander and his unwilling shield. The barrels of shouldered rifles followed him, as he didn’t even attempt to follow the commander’s instructions. “Go ahead, he’s dead either way,” replied Tavek.

“Sorry for letting them use me as a trap Seefer”, said Granol matching eyes with the son of Tain. “I am over due for retirement”, he added. Tavek gave a nod. The commander cleared his throat. “Seefer Tavek, you are charged with grand treason against the PeaceKeeper Union, you will surrender yourself and all those serving under you for trial on the home world” he rattled out, the standard message for high treason. “They want to make an example of me huh? “ asked Tavek in an angry tone. “Show that even the best soldier in the Union and the son of the great Tain will be punished for disagreeing with the government!” he sneered. “That’s right!” blurted out the young LT. He obviously had little or no experience. He looked about graduation age; he certainly hadn’t put in the time to become a Lieutenant. He more than likely came from a noble house, instantly propelled up the ranks. Tavek couldn’t point fingers; he would not have had such an easy time qualifying for the Sadukara program if he wasn’t the son of the legendary Tain. Of course if this young man in front of him had failed in the officer-training program, his family could have bought him a commission. In Tavek’s training, the slightest mistake meant death. No one had survived the Sadukara training in over 50 cycles. His final exam was to kill two Pleisar squads on a wild planet equipped with only his hands. During that time, he hunted down the elite troops one by one. He remembered when only two were left. He tracked down the female, immobilizing her with a pistol blast to each joint. After having a little “tussle” with her and slitting her throat, he went after the commander. From the time he caught him, till the time he and his knife were done, 20 minutes had past.

Tavek brought himself back to the problem at hand. He recognized the boy’s features. A quick evil grin came over his face. “You are a son of the Bashda family aren’t you?” he asked. The young officer’s eyes filled with surprise, and fear. “Your death will hit your father hard”, he added. “I bet you are a coward, just like your brother Myklo” he added. “The one that begged me to kill his men if I let him go free”, said Tavek, knowing this would hit the right spot. The next reaction could have been scripted.

“Damn you!” screamed the young Bashda shoving the captain away. His pistol was already rising to Tavek’s chest. In a fluid move, Tavek tossed his black coat into the air between them, revealing a Serpent Order combat uniform. He whipped the pistol out as it obscured his view. “Die mother freller! screamed the LT. Tavek squeezed off a quick five rounds through the coat, burning holes through the coat as gravity brought it to the ground. Tavek waited to see the results.

Pain blew through the LT’s body as the coat crumpled to the ground. As his vision began to blur, he could make out Tavek, his pistol raised. Granol staggered forward, making a gurgling cry as he covered the burning hole in his neck. He made two steps before falling, another hole in his arm. As the LT slid back, with 3 holes in an exact line burning across his chest, he muttered with his seared lungs: “Fire!” Tavek saw the alarm in one of the Pleisar’s eyes as he raised his weapon. Tavek grabbed his second pistol and fired in the split second it took the commandos to process what happened. The two on either side of the LT went down first. He dove backwards, pointing a pistol at the two guards on his sides. They both went down in a single simultaneous shot from each gun, crumpling into fetal positions. As he neared the ground, he stuck the weapons back over his head. With a quick glance, he aimed and fired on the other two commandos behind him. Both curled up in a similar fashion as the rest. Tavek jumped from his back to his feet, guns searching the room. He heard a mown from his back left. That soldier was still alive. Tavek watched as his eyes focused on him. Tavek put the pistol near his face. Three straight bolts, two through the frightened eyes, one through the forehead smashed the commando’s head into a smoking husk.

Riplous decloaked overhead on a box. “Guess you didn’t need back up after all”, said the reptilian warrior. The Serpent Order assassins slid silently down from the skylight my solid black cables. A few landed on the cement floors, their carbines making a slight noise as the impacted. Most of the team, including Jenovian, landed on the second floor of the tiered building, weapons ready. On queue, the 14 man Serpent Order back up team rushed the room, focused on Tavek, who had his hands up. The team was suddenly engulfed in a firestorm of pulse blasts. The burst energy weapons struck them from the sides and from above. Tavek watched in glee as the heavy weapons man was juggled back and forth by a cross fire, blood running out of his mouth as he gyrated in death. He fell in a heap on top of his cannon. Man limbs were burnt off, the wounds instantly cauterized at the sever point. Riplous’ disc of death automatically sliced through the living, taking off the head of a trooper. It sliced through another’s back, and the man let of a horrific scream as the disc tore through every major organ, before coming out the other side in a burst through the man’s chest. In a few short microts, the battle was over, a huge display of carnage littering the floor. Tavek smiled at the grisly scene. “Search the bodies, I want ID chips”, ordered Tavek.

Almost three months into his conquest of Section 2, Scorpious hit an unforeseen snag. A powerful warship of unknown design was operating in the area, destroying isolated ships. The ship’s name “Freedom” had become something of a legend for the newly subjugated people. What made the ship a true nightmare was its ability to hide from both sight and sensors. This made Tavek glad that he spent all his time in the nebula. Sun’s ship had been destroyed by the Freedom and he was presumed dead. Tavek couldn’t say that he cared. But, the PeaceKeepers were losing ground fast. The first blow came when the Freedom’s crew along with the riotous population liberated the planet of Servec. The rest of the subjugated worlds’ populations began to rise up against their oppressors. The rebels then took a Leviathan filled with advanced weaponry, and then destroyed the orbital munitions factory that produced them. Tavek had an easy time torturing out the identity of the rebel’s leader from a captured rebel. It was no other than John Crichton. Now, instead of a criminal running with a small gang, Crichton was a now the commander of a potent renegade force. Almost 70 percent of the task force had been destroyed, and the most important planet in the area had just fallen to the rebels. The current task force, without it’s command carrier, was now incredibly vulnerable.

But lady luck seemed to grow tired of Crichton and his rebels and went to the bed of the PeaceKeepers. Sun was alive, he had busted out of prison on Servec. But, what he brought with him brought much happiness to Tavek; his old friend Aeryn Sun. She was being delivered to Scorpious by her father, to certain death. Tavek couldn’t wait to have the pleasure of interrogating her again. She had been so much fun when he was brought in to deal with the Velorek situation. She had become a very powerful bargaining chip in his dealings with the traitorous tech. Of course he hadn’t tortured her per say, but he did have a little involuntary recreation with her. The told Velorek that he would rape her every day until he said what he did. Too bad Tavek tortured him to death before he could have any more fun with her. Hopefully they could have another tussle before she met the fate of the tech. The look on her face would be priceless when he entered the room.

Aeryn’s body ached all over from the beating she had received from that little worm Braca. She only wished that she could catch up with him out of restraints. But now, she had her pain to focus on. Everything had a slight almost slimy look through her eyes. Her head ached, either from a fist or possibly some drug. The doors to the interrogation room opened up. She expected that Scorpious came back to gloat. Instead, her worst nightmare walked through the door. Maybe she was dreaming him up, possibly an effect from one of the Serpent Order’s wonder drugs. He seemed real enough, the clank of his boots on the metal floor growing louder as he sauntered over to her. She was strapped onto a vertical table, completely helpless. “Please let him be a dream”, she thought to herself.

Even bruised, battered, and drenched in sweat, Aeryn was still beautiful as hell. He couldn’t imagine such a perfect specimen of a Sebascean woman with the inferior Crichton. He really doubted that Aeryn ever told him about their little encounter two cycles ago. He was for sure going to enjoy himself with her, using both kinds of torture. Maybe he would make the same deal with Crichton as he did with Velorek.

“Hello Aeryn”, he said with his usual twisted smile as he neared her face. The look was truly priceless, her blue eyes filled with terror. She remained silent. Aeryn had never been more scared in her life than at this moment. He was the reason she had such a hard time getting intimate with Crichton. The incident with Pilot had brought back the pain from that memory. She had excluded Tavek out of her confession to Crichton. She feared him without question, and she knew that he could sense it. With one quick motion, his gloved hand locked around her chin. “No need to talk”, he said. “Until I tell you to anyway”, he added. He only had a few arns before Scorpious would have that damn chair ready. Took all the fun out of torture. He threw her head to the side of the hard metal table. He followed her worried gaze to his briefcase. The Serpent Order symbol was stenciled on the large black case. “Ah yes, my toys”, he said with a satisfied tone. He clicked the case open and it folded out almost like a novelty billfold. Various knives and blades shined in the artificial light. A small battery and cables was included. Another tool resembled a combination between a chain saw and a knife. A needle and a drill finished out the torturer’s tool kit. “But”, he stated as he lowered the table to its complete horizontal position. “I think I will start with my own personal favorite instrument”, he said, caressing his ungloved hand over her sweaty forehead. He barley moved his hand in time to avoid a bite. “I think I will mix a little pleasure with business first”, he said. “Of course, the pleaser doesn’t have to be all mine”. “Frell you!” she screamed out. “Well actually, I was planning on doing it to you”, he said with a sarcastic quip. He wanted to get some pleasure from her before he cut her pretty face up. “I’ll enjoy intruding on Crichton’s territory”, he said. He considered for a second of Riplous might want to have a go. He had fought Aeryn in the arena. But, again, Riplous was reptilian and Sebascean women had to appeal to him. Oh well, he would at least bring back a good piece of her for him to eat. He wondered what Riplous considered the best parts.

He suddenly jerked back from her, Jenovian’s voice in his earpiece. “What damn it!” he screamed into the air around him, the micro comm. in his ear. “Your father has an urgent message for you”, she said. What the frell could be more important than this interrogation!? Tavek pulled an eyepiece from his coat and put the half sunglass on his left eye. His father’s image appeared to him. “I’m busy with Sun sir!” he said, trying not to give away his father’s identity. “I have a task for you more important than finding Crichton or interrogating her” said the elder Tain. “What could that be?” Tavek asked annoyed. “A doctor on the back water planet of Dranta has discovered…” Tain paused. “A cure for the Space Farer’s Death” he finished. Aeryn watched as Tavek’s face melted into a mask of surprise. She couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation. “How is that possible?” asked Tavek. “I know, that Hynerian bitch Zot said that the disease would be incurable except for the antidote that we possess, but we have hard proof that his man is telling the truth” iterated Tain. “Hasaran himself is going to retrieve the vaccine, in a full command carrier, he is apparently their closest ship”. “You can reach the planet almost a solar day before Hasaran’s scheduled to arrive if you leave now”. “This person have a name?” replied Tavek. “Meadron, all specifics are being sent to your Attack Ship”, said Tain. “Do I have an arn to have fun with the good Officer Sun?” asked Tavek. “No, put our objectives over your desires”, replied Tain cutting transmit ion.

Tavek turned to Aeryn. “Looks like this is the last time we will ever see each other”, he said angrily, “You’re the luckiest bitch in the universe”, he said. As he gave one last look to her he thought, “Doctor Meadron, you had better be a frelling beautiful woman”.

Tavek had lucked out, only an arn after he left; Crichton’s forces ambushed the task force. The task force was entirely destroyed or captured. The Freedom was destroyed, but with Scorpious aboard. Crichton is now believed dead. Without the task force for protection, the planet based garrisons were easy targets for Urvidian long-range compressor beams. It no longer mattered thought Tavek. Soon, Ryken’s fleet would make a counter attack, and obliterate the rebels. Section 2 held little concern for him now. preserving the plague and killing Hasaran were now his top priorities. No more half bread acting like he was a good as a full blood. He only hoped Aeryn would survive the war and end up in custody. Then he could have all manner of fun.

It was hard to believe that a dren hole like this hospital solved a problem that no PK doctor could even have the slightest grasp on. And to Tavek’s disappointment Meadron was not a bombshell, HE in fact was a short, middle-aged frail man. The streets of the city were empty. The non-infected stayed barred in the houses, a very reasonable precaution. Tavek had to ice 3 virus carriers not 10 minutes after landing. The insanity caused by the virus almost always led to violent behavior. Tavek had even scene a pacifist priest stab an old woman to death, then kick her severed head down the street at one hot spot. The local authorities had probably long given up on restoring order, now they were only focused on protecting valuable buildings. On main street Tavek would pass bodies, just lying there to rot. Most were bodies of the bloody eyed virus carriers, though there were often the bodies of the non-infected laying around as well. They were often stabbed or beaten to death by some crazed dying man thing them a demon or just killing out of spite for those who were clean. It was not uncommon for a virus carrier to murder their entire family, though some times out of mercy, knowing that their children or spouse would soon succumb to the fatal nightmare. Tavek remembered when the Space Farer’s Death reached the blissful colony of Rednash, home to over 500000. About half of the Sebascean population died directly from the disease. The virus carriers killed much of the other races living in the main city as well as their fellow Sebasceans. The other races formed death squads and killed every Sebascean they saw. So much for racial unity.

Tavek pointed his pistol at a red haired Sebascean man leaning against the wall of a now abandoned factory. He held a large, bloody knife. Around him were the butchered bodies of a woman and a small child. The virus carrier rocked back and forth, looking at this dead family. He probably had just gotten a moment of clarity, often a precursor to the final stage of the virus leading to death. Tavek leveled his pistol at the man’s head. He soon lowered it when the laughing man began to stab himself in the stomach with the knife, laughing with every strike. Virus carriers often lost the ability to feel pain, making them hard to control. When the man’s innards fell to the cement, Tavek was pretty certain he was dead and moved on. The door to the factory was boarded up with a sigh painted in red paint or possibly blood stating: ALL DEAD HERE. That was a great way to describe this city, especially after Tavek completed his task.

The good doctor had been greedy, choosing to sell the vaccine to the rich and PeaceKeepers rather than hand out injections throughout the neighborhoods. Tavek slipped on his respirator. He did not have to worry about the virus thanks to his own inoculation. But judging by the pile of pulse blasted bodies around the barricade leading to the hospital, the guards didn’t take chances. A group of blue uniformed enforcers hoisted their rifles at him as he approached. They wore respirators similar to his. “Name, and purpose”, shouted the gate Sergeant. “Hasaran, I am here to see Dr. Meadron”, said Tavek through his respirator. “Fourth floor, your early”, he said. The enforcers had probably been bought off with the vaccine. Tavek entered through the automatic doors and into the lobby. The emergency room was empty, no receptionist, no doctors, no janitors, nothing. Tavek must have been born lucky. He pulled a small dime sized suction cup from his coat. He placed it by the door. He quickly began putting blocks of on the main support pillars in the lobby. When he finished, he headed for the fourth floor.

Meadron was just as much a ratty bastard in real life as he was in his profile. He was extremely excited to see Tavek. “Sorry about the lack of curtsy, but most of the staff was killed in a battle with some virus carriers two weeks ago”, squeaked the little man. He went on saying how brilliant he was, and how much money he was going to make. Tavek found fighting the urge to kill him very difficult. Tavek took mental notes on how he discovered the cure, not that Tavek would just boot leg them off the computer anyway. For a doctor, he had little concern for life. They finally reached the main lab. Four large centrifuges dominated the room. Each held a purple suspended liquid. “There it is, the cure for the worst disease we have ever faced”. Said Meadron. “Is this all of it?” asked Tavek. “Yes, now about my money”, he answered. “Of course”, replied Tavek.

His foot blade immediately extended from his boot’s sole. With one quick spinning roundhouse kick, the meek man’s throat exploded in blood. He fell to the floor, vainly clutching his throat. Blood spewed from between his fingers, covering his clothes and the floor in an ever-growing crimson pool. Tavek straddled the quickly dying man. He admired his reflection in the dying eyes. The last thing the gasping Meadron ever saw was Tavek’s smiling face.

When the body finally went limp, Tavek began his work. The automatic hacking device quickly broke the codes of the doctor’s computer and transmitted the data to the orbiting Attack Ship. He quickly placed the gray bricks around the lab; each centrifuge got its own block. Tavek quickly made his way out.

As he exited the empty lobby, a laser shot from the suction cup and deflected off a circuit on his boot. A series of lights came activated on all the gray blocks in the lobby. Tavek strolled quickly through the warn lot, nearing the guards. They all hit the deck as the fourth floor exploded in a hail of concrete and glass. The first floor then blew out soon after. The entire 6-story building collapsed in on its self, throwing a massive cloud of gray dust over the area. The sergeant yelled out “What the frell was that?” Tavek didn’t bother with a response; he had a man to kill. Finally, no more running, he couldn’t wait to hear Hasaran beg for mercy.

*Authors Note: Hate Tavek now?