S.T.R.T. Special Tactical Rescue Teams

"Behind! Run, run, run!!!"
"Piers? What's happening?!"
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"What are you doing?"
"B-63-092."
"What?"

I looked behind at Chris.

"B-63-092."
I said sternly, only to be greeted by his confused and shocked voice.

"It's getting in your head..."
He mumbled quietly. I grabbed that J'avos's wrist and shook it.

"It's a code Capitan. We're going to die, Chris."
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"Kill a man, one is a murderer,
Kill a million, a conqueror,
Kill them all, a God."
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"Luna Skywalker.
Just a pathetic human soldier, who wants everyone happy... Poor answer for a question of meaning to live, I am pitying you. Disgrace..."
Just then a robotic voice echoed through the dark room with just emergency lights blazing towards me and him.
"Thanks for your contribution to the experiment."
He smiled, his dark crimson eyes dripping with hate and animosity, as beckoned at the guard.

"Kill her."