The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Traps (5), Camp Roberts

Boss Pierce opened the magazine door by means of flexibility and informal means of the exhibition. The military and one of the sergeants in charge were cooperative.

But there was also no avoidance of doubt. The weapons and ammunition that Charlie's troops are pulling out are making me curious about the soldiers guarding the magazine.

Ask Sergeant Cohen, Senior Alert Soldier, Sergeant Pierce.

“Oh my…… until the oil, LAW and Claymore and 777……. What kind of training do you need a sword for? ”

“This is also an emergency ammunition drill. Don't worry about it anymore, Cohen. ”

“Oh, yep! ”

Cohen and the other one keep their mouths shut, without concealing their curiosity.

Then, this time, it's almost time for winter. Other than Cohen, the other face is familiar. If it weren't for winter, they would have died in Paso Robles. As he hesitates, Cohen grins and calls for winter.

“Lieutenant Banana. ”

“Why, Sergeant Chocolate Bowl. ”

The sergeant's smile grew darker. It's dark around here, so the white teeth are more plump.

“Can't you tell me what's going on? ”

“I told you, it's training. ”

“Oh, don't do that. I'm aware of that. Isn't that between me and the lieutenant? ”

Nothing was different from what I had seen before. Well, people don't change that easily. Sergeant Pierce sent me a jab in the corner of Sergeant Cohen. It means to leave it at the discretion of winter.

First of all, we need to create a little more, friendly atmosphere. Winter seemed like a good joke.

“I don't know. What's the deal with me and the sergeant? ”

“Huh! This lieutenant is going to be a big deal. You can't let a fellow soldier die on the same battlefield. Don't be like that.Just remind me. ”

Now, winter approaches more seriously than ever, to a bluffing black sergeant.

“If I tell you, will you help me? ”

“Tsk? Do you need my help? ”

“Yes. I'm trusting you, and if you say I don't know, you'll resent me for the rest of your life. ”

Whether you felt bones in the horse, your complexion is a little stiff. Staff Sergeant Cohen nods, leaving a gap for a moment.

“I mean, I don't know what yet, but the bull needs this Matthew Cohen, don't you think? Ha! Your orders only. I'll pay you anything except for the two dicks and the butt. ”

More like a friendly attitude than a boss. Despite the special location of winter, there was a desire to not feel more private than that. Winter looked at one another.

“Private, what about you? No matter what happens, will you ever trust me? ”

This side reacted differently. I'm in a floating position with my feet together.

“It's okay a few times, Lieutenant. ”

Even if you see the same thing, sentiment is different for everyone. Due to the fact that he is a lifesaver, the soldier seems to be heavily influenced by the events of winter. Cohen's attitude has not been pleasant either. It seems to show the momentum of Abel's platoon that Amy mentioned.

There will be some anti-profits because the commander looks like that.

Winter reached out its hand.

“Thank you, Acridge. ”

A simple handshake, the soldier was greatly pleased.

I planned to bring people to Abel's squadron if it was okay with me from the start. The two soldiers who easily empathized with winter's concerns received a positive role. Cohen nodding his head.

“Shit. The high lords are too relaxed. Don't you? If you look at the training material, you know you shouldn't underestimate Trickster's cubs. Anyway, don't worry. I'll bring only certain children. If you ask me, Mr. Ashford, he'll come running. ”

Sergeant Ashford, I remember the first time I met you at Paso Robles Health. He was a broken arm and a waste of morphine.

“Has he recovered from his injury? I don't think I've seen him since. ”

“I came back a few days ago. He has a strong body, so it's okay. I haven't unplugged the cast yet, but he's doing everything he can. Be a good girl! ”

The look on Acridge's face doesn't seem like a complete waste of time. Then it'll be okay, thinking of winter. A friendly executive was a poor position.

“As soon as I get off guard duty... Uh, can I go to the Marine Corps? ”

“Yes, there's a car there. ”

“Very well. You look forward to it. I'll show you the California boys' brotherhood. ”

“Be careful. It's basically a defense anyway. Who would like an army that moves without reporting? Don't get caught. If everything's okay, I plan to put the ammunition away. to make it what it never was. ”

“Oh, you sound like my grandmother. What are you gonna do when you're an officer? ”

I think you should smile again at this point. Cohen, satisfied with the look of winter, called out to trust only himself. With fists outstretched, winter also strikes with fists.

There were vehicles stationed in the barracks. I don't know how long I've waited to get the ammo. A squadron of Abel's men has joined us. There are more than I thought. It was almost one-platoon grade.

There were almost no officers. First Sergeant Ashford salutes Captain Captains.

“I hear you need us. ”

“Thank you for coming. I feel more relieved now that I have more time for my troops. ”

“We don't want to go to the goal in our sleep. at the dawn of Christmas. ”

The sergeant once looks back at the combat-ready Charlie squadron, sends a greeting to the winter and says,

“Still, I hope nothing happens. I'm worried the platoon commander's gonna get mad at me for ditching him. ”

“Well, I can't help it. In the event of actual combat, you will cover each squadron outpost until each squadron is combat ready. It's a surprise I'm most worried about. I need you to keep the whole force out of chaos. ”

“You're right. You'd be embarrassed without us if you had an emergency." ”

The sergeant who confirmed his mission is approaching winter.

“This is the first time I've had a proper conversation since Paso Robles. ”

“I can't help it. You've been gone a long time. ”

“I got Purpleheart. I didn't do anything special thanks to you, Lieutenant. ”

Purpleheart is a medal for injury in battle. Advantage was a courtesy of the warrior. He greets you sincerely.

“Thank you so much for taking the morphine back then. In fact, at that time it was too hard, too desperate...... I thought I'd let go of everything I had. I was out of my mind because I'd already been hit. ”

American soldiers who were sent to a living hell such as Iraq and Afghanistan often abused narcotic analgesics. Then, when he got out, he became a drug addict, who committed crimes he couldn't adapt to, and was killed by the police. It's one of America's social problems.

I was thankful for stopping it, so I deserved winter. I'm just saying.

“It's good to see you again. ”

“Yes, it's true. ”

He doesn't turn around, but talks back to the winter.

“Lieutenant. I've seen you lying around with nothing to do.... ”

He's talking about what's on TV. With winter attentive, he was worried about winter.

“You have to be moderately outstanding from now on. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“I have a friend named DEVGRU. They're much better soldiers than I am, and they're so good at what they do that they leave everything to their bosses. No matter how good a knife is, it breaks when you just use it. I heard everyone was upset and had a hard time. I'm afraid you will. ”

I have nothing to say. Let's just smile. Sergeant finishes what he's saying.

“Not necessarily, but I hope this was worth it. ”

“As a matter of fact, so am I. ”

That was the end of the conversation. Sergeant Abel and his men have located their position.

After that, it was always a time to wait.

Winter was a firefighter. It was an emergency fire extinguisher. Unlike other officials or soldiers, where the mission and area of responsibility are clearly defined, it is determined by itself to support the desired location.

In a way, it is the hardest role. Captain Capston, however, was entrusted with the task of thinking that winter was the most powerful force.

“I hope this passes quietly. ”

It was Sergeant Latchman's muttering as a team. Winter nods.

“I agree.”

I'm not sure about winter. There were enough signs and strong premonitions. However, in my experience, the hepatic ice age used to start after a new variant had emerged. It's strange that the length is not fixed, but it's already over.

The warning of Survival is not necessarily correct. When given information formed sufficient probabilities, the Survival Sense could have warned the death of a fiction.

‘Still, it's better to overflow than not have enough. ’

Overpaid, but not prepared. The worst is the lack of preparation.

Soldiers in the same vehicle expressed curiosity in the winter past. I wondered what this human was doing growing up to become this human weapon.

Although Operation AI recommended keywords and sentences, winter smiled instead of answering.

The conversation is cut off from there. We didn't have much in common in the first place. While the soldiers were discussing idle chatter, winter looked up at the night sky with its arms on the open window.

It's clear no matter how much I look at it.

If I just watch, I feel like I'm gone first, then time is gone, the streets are gone, and finally there are only stars and sky.

Anyone who has ever seen a clear night sky will feel empathy.

There may not be many empathizers in a former city.

Stars that I saw in that world used to feel like eaten tears.

Once upon a time, people used to wish on the stars. What made the stars seem like tears was the minds of people who saw the stars.

The audience of the other world was silent. As soon as I put the night sky in the night sky, their message was no longer steeped in a deficient life, unmet desires.

The inside sinks further and further.

‘I wish I could see you till dawn. ’

Bang. Everyone's surprised at the sound of the stars. As winter turned around, a drowsy driver hit his head on the steering wheel. The soldiers grumbled with a light swearing mixture, and the driver turned away dismayed. Their insult always comes from intimacy.

Winter said.

“Glad I didn't hit the horn. ”

“Of course. ”

With the head of the shooter and Sergeant Latchman, the driver gives an unfair look toward winter.

And I waited again. You have no idea how long it's going to take. The soldiers decide to make eye contact in order. They look at each other with scissors, and they call for winter.

“You're welcome to join us. ”

Winter was silent.

“The stars are bright. ”

“That's so romantic. ”

The soldier in the back seat, who offered, scratches his head inside the helmet. The latchman cautiously asks.

“I was going to put you to bed one by one, but if you don't want to sleep, can I double it?" ”

“Go ahead. I'll be fine waking up alone. ”

“Ah, you can't do that. ”

Shortly after, a snoring sound crept into the winter starlight.

The number of times the soldiers who slept off by 30 minutes alternated five times. In the deep darkness of the dawn, you hear a distinct sound from your snoring.

Patriotism

Winter came to my senses.

“Did you hear that? ”

The driver who was awake together is confused.

“What are you talking about? ”

The soldier breathes his last as he watches the winter unfold. Calibration didn't work on him, so it wasn't weird if he didn't hear it.

And in the meantime, the sound that comes again.

Wake up!

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

When winter comes, everyone wakes up. The vehicles on either side were also furious. Sergeant Latchman, who fell on the roof, even slipped from his seat. The chauffeur spits out cursing at a random kick. And a question.

“Which way?! ”

“Over there! In the direction of the cage! ”

“Yes? You're inside the base, right? No way!”

The driver panicked. I don't honestly understand even winter. How can other variants besides Trickster be inside the camp?

The reaction was very quick because I had started it in advance. The engine sounds spike rapidly. The sound of the mutants rose as well. At first it was just baby variants, but now it's mixed with generalized variants.

Even the suppressed gunfire and screaming. It would have been a terminal for the guards guarding the cage.

“Tap the horn! ”

The scream of winter. The driver realizes his intentions and rings his horn like crazy. Other vehicles join forces to alert the camp of the crisis.

Radio burst on the main channel. Even without seeing it firsthand, the breathless soldiers seemed to grow up to secure their position and seriousness. Captain Captainton was able to eavesdrop on the radio, reporting an emergency to the control room.

During the run, winter found mutants roaming the visible streets and blew six heads off in five seconds. I saw him running screaming and waving his arms, and I thought he was a mutant. My skin was only pale and not dull. It was evidence that time elapsed after infection was short.

The baby mutant infiltrated, infected him with a new one? ’

The moment I thought about it, I heard a violent sound from the direction I was heading. And...

Food acquisition

Suddenly, the Humvee shuts down.

“What's wrong with you? ”

The driver hit the steering wheel immediately restarted. But right now, it's just a whimper, and I don't think it's going to power back up.

Not only that. Tongues, tongues, and all nearby lights go out.

The radio was no exception. It makes a sharp noise and silences itself. All communication that had been busy until just now disappeared like a lie. Even the clear green tracker monitor has turned out to have no artificial light around it.

‘The night vision...... works well. ’

Noise jammed, but still usable. While winter checks personal equipment, the driver successfully restarts the gear.

At last, the cage opens. Trickster, who crawled out of his body, died as if his torso had burst from the inside.

Sergeant Latchman unleashes heavy machine gun fire on the stranded mutants.

Gunfire overlaps distance. On the other side of the night, dozens of guns blazing outside the camp. And even brighter flashes of lightning. They grow up outside the camp. Obviously, they were flashes of landmines.

Attack has begun.

Artwork Reviews

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