“I’m ready for anything, sir,” Trent replied.
With that, the troops were dispatched; one faction to the warehouse, the other to the mansion. Trent went with the warehouse unit first in order to help them find it.
Since learning of the easier way to approach the warehouse, and no longer afraid of being seen, the soldiers were able to make it to their destination in no time, but Trent still thought they couldn’t possibly be there a moment too soon.
Bursting through the back door that Trent knew so well, the soldiers came in with guns held high.
“Everybody down!” one soldier yelled. Trent could see immediately that the situation in the clinic was dire. Beds had already been cleared of bodies that had been tested, and no doubt taken down …show more content…
“We have to get these people out of here. I think they’re being poisoned,” Trent quickly said to the head of the squadron. “Be careful because some of these doctors are armed,” he added.
“Copy that,” he replied. “Men, take out the white coats, and lead the others to safety,” he commanded.
It was such a simple, straightforward command, and it was carried out aggressively. Within minutes, the guests who were holding onto life were lead out of the building and into the light of day, and nearly every doctor and technician was shot.
But it wasn’t without much fighting. Clearly the doctors had been trained to not only carry weapons but also to use them. The back and forth firing turned the clinic into a veritable blood bath, which was ironic considering the death trap that, before then, it only secretly had been. Lives were lost on both sides, but the doctors were completely annihilated.
“I think our work is done here,” the head of the squadron announced. “Get those people outside onto spacecrafts and back to Baal as soon as you can. And Trent, you’re supposed to meet with the General to accomplish the second leg of the mission.”
“Yes, sir,” Trent …show more content…
The lives that were lost would still haunt him, and the lives that were saved would always inspire him. It was hard for him to believe that he pulled the trigger at all. He was feeling fear, panic, and doubt. In the moment where it seemed like hope was lost, that the Governor would escape and countless lives would be destroyed, the panic and shaking in Trent’s hands somehow managed to help him to pull-off the perfect shot. Had the Governor not died instantly, he would have still been clutching the metal box in his hands when he fell to the ground, and perhaps Trent wouldn’t have been able to get it in
With that, the troops were dispatched; one faction to the warehouse, the other to the mansion. Trent went with the warehouse unit first in order to help them find it.
Since learning of the easier way to approach the warehouse, and no longer afraid of being seen, the soldiers were able to make it to their destination in no time, but Trent still thought they couldn’t possibly be there a moment too soon.
Bursting through the back door that Trent knew so well, the soldiers came in with guns held high.
“Everybody down!” one soldier yelled. Trent could see immediately that the situation in the clinic was dire. Beds had already been cleared of bodies that had been tested, and no doubt taken down …show more content…
“We have to get these people out of here. I think they’re being poisoned,” Trent quickly said to the head of the squadron. “Be careful because some of these doctors are armed,” he added.
“Copy that,” he replied. “Men, take out the white coats, and lead the others to safety,” he commanded.
It was such a simple, straightforward command, and it was carried out aggressively. Within minutes, the guests who were holding onto life were lead out of the building and into the light of day, and nearly every doctor and technician was shot.
But it wasn’t without much fighting. Clearly the doctors had been trained to not only carry weapons but also to use them. The back and forth firing turned the clinic into a veritable blood bath, which was ironic considering the death trap that, before then, it only secretly had been. Lives were lost on both sides, but the doctors were completely annihilated.
“I think our work is done here,” the head of the squadron announced. “Get those people outside onto spacecrafts and back to Baal as soon as you can. And Trent, you’re supposed to meet with the General to accomplish the second leg of the mission.”
“Yes, sir,” Trent …show more content…
The lives that were lost would still haunt him, and the lives that were saved would always inspire him. It was hard for him to believe that he pulled the trigger at all. He was feeling fear, panic, and doubt. In the moment where it seemed like hope was lost, that the Governor would escape and countless lives would be destroyed, the panic and shaking in Trent’s hands somehow managed to help him to pull-off the perfect shot. Had the Governor not died instantly, he would have still been clutching the metal box in his hands when he fell to the ground, and perhaps Trent wouldn’t have been able to get it in