this all about?"
"We are confined to the quarantine area until such time as a military tribunal can be convened." Alex looked at Liam concerned. "Liam, I don't think anyone plans on letting us live that long."
Liam turned back to Alex and agreed. "I think you're right, Alex. We need to figure out what we are going to do."
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"And just how do you suggest we do that?" Ronald said angrily. "We are surrounded by ten foot high fences, topped with razor wire. Not to mention the armed guards patrolling the perimeter."
The former Stryker team had convened in the large communal tent just after it was completed and the workers pitching it had left. There had been a heated debate going back and forth for almost two hours. The current argument concerned making an escape for the abandoned countryside.
"I'm not sure," Alex admitted, "but I'm pretty sure General Hill is not going to let us live to see that tribunal."
"We have a better chance against any military tribunal than we do, unarmed, making a break for it. We are dead men for sure if we try an escape." Heads nodded around the room in general agreement with Ronald.
"You can't seriously think that is the best option?" Theresa's voice dripped with venom. "Are you just going to give up? Give up on justice for your families, for my daughter, on the pipe dream that you'll get a fair trial?" Theresa looked from face to face, challenging anyone to disagree with her. Her eyes locked on Dr. Cahn's and she found her rival.
"I don't think that anyone here would disagree that we all have a right to exact justice for what happened to us. But Ronald is right. We are unarmed, held hostage in a guarded facility with no visible way out. We can, and will, be shot for making an escape. I don't like our odds, because I think Alex is right, too. General Hill, if he truly knows that we are here, is not going to let us have a voice."
Theresa's face was screwed up with rage. "You are a coward," she spat and stomped to the back of the tent.
"God damn," Luke said quietly. "She is pissed."
"With every right to be," Alex defended. "We have lost our only shot at getting the justice and revenge, that we deserve for our families."
"To hell with revenge," Ronald cut in. "We'll never have the chance if we..."
A cloud of red exploded from Ronald's chest, spraying everyone near him with the man's blood. Jenero cried out for a just a moment, grabbing at his right shoulder before his head snapped forward, the back of his skull a bloody mess. In the brief silence, the pop pop of suppressed gunfire could be heard outside the tent.
"Down!" Alex shouted and dove for the ground just as more bullets ripped through the tent. Alex looked up to see Phillip rolling on the floor, clutching his throat as blood sprayed between his fingers. Martin lay motionless in front of the tent opening, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"What the hell is going on?!" The voice startled Alex, being yelled in his ear. Theresa had crawled across the floor next to him, covering her head as best she could.
"Assassins," Alex yelled. "I think Hill has come to finish the job."
The pop-pop of the rifles ceased and Alex and Theresa took the opportunity to crawl forward to the injured men. Phillip had stopped writhing on the floor and his eyes now mimicked those of the other three dead.
"We're sitting ducks in here," Theresa said, moving forward to check Ronald, despite the massive hole in his chest. The sound of approaching boots caught the survivors attention.
Donovan rolled close to Alex, silently pointing for the two of them to take positions on opposite sides of the tent opening. Donovan then motioned for everyone else to move as far back from the entrance as possible. The sounds of boots stopped briefly outside the tent, and the two men prepared to defend themselves.
The first black clad assassin swept through the tent flap, followed closely by a second. Donovan grabbed at the first's ankles while Alex did the
"We are confined to the quarantine area until such time as a military tribunal can be convened." Alex looked at Liam concerned. "Liam, I don't think anyone plans on letting us live that long."
Liam turned back to Alex and agreed. "I think you're right, Alex. We need to figure out what we are going to do."
-----
"And just how do you suggest we do that?" Ronald said angrily. "We are surrounded by ten foot high fences, topped with razor wire. Not to mention the armed guards patrolling the perimeter."
The former Stryker team had convened in the large communal tent just after it was completed and the workers pitching it had left. There had been a heated debate going back and forth for almost two hours. The current argument concerned making an escape for the abandoned countryside.
"I'm not sure," Alex admitted, "but I'm pretty sure General Hill is not going to let us live to see that tribunal."
"We have a better chance against any military tribunal than we do, unarmed, making a break for it. We are dead men for sure if we try an escape." Heads nodded around the room in general agreement with Ronald.
"You can't seriously think that is the best option?" Theresa's voice dripped with venom. "Are you just going to give up? Give up on justice for your families, for my daughter, on the pipe dream that you'll get a fair trial?" Theresa looked from face to face, challenging anyone to disagree with her. Her eyes locked on Dr. Cahn's and she found her rival.
"I don't think that anyone here would disagree that we all have a right to exact justice for what happened to us. But Ronald is right. We are unarmed, held hostage in a guarded facility with no visible way out. We can, and will, be shot for making an escape. I don't like our odds, because I think Alex is right, too. General Hill, if he truly knows that we are here, is not going to let us have a voice."
Theresa's face was screwed up with rage. "You are a coward," she spat and stomped to the back of the tent.
"God damn," Luke said quietly. "She is pissed."
"With every right to be," Alex defended. "We have lost our only shot at getting the justice and revenge, that we deserve for our families."
"To hell with revenge," Ronald cut in. "We'll never have the chance if we..."
A cloud of red exploded from Ronald's chest, spraying everyone near him with the man's blood. Jenero cried out for a just a moment, grabbing at his right shoulder before his head snapped forward, the back of his skull a bloody mess. In the brief silence, the pop pop of suppressed gunfire could be heard outside the tent.
"Down!" Alex shouted and dove for the ground just as more bullets ripped through the tent. Alex looked up to see Phillip rolling on the floor, clutching his throat as blood sprayed between his fingers. Martin lay motionless in front of the tent opening, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"What the hell is going on?!" The voice startled Alex, being yelled in his ear. Theresa had crawled across the floor next to him, covering her head as best she could.
"Assassins," Alex yelled. "I think Hill has come to finish the job."
The pop-pop of the rifles ceased and Alex and Theresa took the opportunity to crawl forward to the injured men. Phillip had stopped writhing on the floor and his eyes now mimicked those of the other three dead.
"We're sitting ducks in here," Theresa said, moving forward to check Ronald, despite the massive hole in his chest. The sound of approaching boots caught the survivors attention.
Donovan rolled close to Alex, silently pointing for the two of them to take positions on opposite sides of the tent opening. Donovan then motioned for everyone else to move as far back from the entrance as possible. The sounds of boots stopped briefly outside the tent, and the two men prepared to defend themselves.
The first black clad assassin swept through the tent flap, followed closely by a second. Donovan grabbed at the first's ankles while Alex did the
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