The orders had come through. Stop the war machine at all costs. Machine?
It was easy for them to call it a machine. Their radar didn’t show the faces he was now staring into.
Faces of those who shouldn’t be here.
Faces of those who were no different from him.
Faces, he knew all too well, were the only thing standing between himself, and going home.

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