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Jøhnke wandered from the desert back to her millitary base only to discover it ransacked and abandoned. Starving and desperate she scavenged the ruined facility but found very little in terms of sustenance. As the enemy flag waved over the fallen base Jøhnke took to burying the dead and finally fell asleep. She awoke to the rising sun shining in her eyes, but then she heard a noise... it was the sound of men's voices approaching from outside.\n\nJøhnke breathed deeply, her hands trembled as she gripped her service pistol. Emerging from her tent still stiff and sore from her brief sleep, she took a position behind a nearby trailer and waited in ambush.\n\nThe wind blew across the desert ground. Several empty tin cans tumbled past where Jøhnke was standing. She crouched down and pushed them into the sand. The last thing she wanted was to alert anyone to her presence. Her ears twitched. 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She clasped the device in her hand and waved it aggressively as Jøhnke watched in perplexed bewilderment. \n\n\"Oh fuck - you fucking little shit - I swear if you make that thing go off I'll make sure you're the first to go up with it.\"\n\n\"Hey!\" Shouted a voice, \"Who's over there!?\"\n\nThe little girl broke free from Jøhnke's grasp and ran out towards the men. \n\nJøhnke stood with her back against the wall as the child screamed something unintelligible towards the men. Jøhnke could hear the sound of gun slides being wracked. \n\nWithout thinking she burst out from her cover and fired her pistol - emptying the entire magazine into the individuals approaching her. \n\nA barrage of automatic fire rang out as the men fell - their guns shooting wildly in the air as their bodies struck the ground peppered in Jøhnke's bullets. \n\n\"Ahh! Aaaa...\" \n\nJøhnke could hear the men groaning in pain as she hid back behind cover. \n\n\"Screeee!! Eeee!!\"\n\nJøhnke's heart pounded hard in her chest as she heard the little girl screeching in pain. Jøhnke breathed deeply and swallowed. Her teeth chattered. Was that all of them, or were more on the way? \n\nAs the cries of pain subsided Jøhnke poked her head out from cover and observed the three bodies laying on the sand. She crouched down to the ground. With trembling hands she reached into a tattered bag and produced several rounds of pistol ammunition. She loaded her gun with several cartridges and wracked the slide. \n\n\"It is every 11th Ground Infantry Division member's duty to eliminate all enemies of the state - foreign and domestic,\" she whispered. \n\nShe stood up and walked out from behind her concealment. Cautiously she approached the three bodies that lay on the ground. \n\nThe child was laying on her back silent and still. Jøhnke reached into her hand and took the grenade. She tossed it to the side. The child's eyes stared blankly at the sky.\n\nJøhnke approached the men. One was face-up and clearly dead while the other lay face-down. She nudged the face-down man with her bare foot and he groaned. \n\nJøhnke pointed her pistol at his head as she rolled him onto his back. He looked up at her.\n\n\"Jøhnke?..\" whispered the man.\n\nJøhnke was taken aback, she recognized this man, it was... it was Pvt. Kayler. \n\n\"Oh no!\" Shouted Jøhnke in horror, \"what have I done!?\"\n\nShe dropped her pistol.\n\nTo be continued...","description_bbcode_parsed":"Previously during our story our hero Pvt. Jøhnke wandered from the desert back to her millitary base only to discover it ransacked and abandoned. Starving and desperate she scavenged the ruined facility but found very little in terms of sustenance. As the enemy flag waved over the fallen base Jøhnke took to burying the dead and finally fell asleep. She awoke to the rising sun shining in her eyes, but then she heard a noise... it was the sound of men's voices approaching from outside.

Jøhnke breathed deeply, her hands trembled as she gripped her service pistol. Emerging from her tent still stiff and sore from her brief sleep, she took a position behind a nearby trailer and waited in ambush.

The wind blew across the desert ground. Several empty tin cans tumbled past where Jøhnke was standing. She crouched down and pushed them into the sand. The last thing she wanted was to alert anyone to her presence. Her ears twitched. She could hear the footsteps of the men getting closer.

"Hello," came a voice suddenly.

Jøhnke turned - waving the pistol around in the direction of the voice. She froze - arms trembling in full combat stance. Standing in front of her was a little girl in rags, a doll coddled in her arms.

Jøhnke tried to speak but only managed a grunt. The child's lip began to quiver. Jøhnke grabbed her and put a hand over her mouth before she could make any noises.

"Who are you? Who are you with?" Whispered Jøhnke.

The child squirmed and groaned. Jøhnke held her tightly as she kicked her feet trying to escape.

"Stop that, I'm not going to hurt you."

Jøhnke peered out from the corner of the trailer. She could see two men in long robes approaching. The girl kept struggling in her grasp.

"Stop," snarled Jøhnke, "stop or you'll get us both killed."

The girl pulled the head off her doll and produced a hand grenade from within. She clasped the device in her hand and waved it aggressively as Jøhnke watched in perplexed bewilderment.

"Oh fuck - you fucking little shit - I swear if you make that thing go off I'll make sure you're the first to go up with it."

"Hey!" Shouted a voice, "Who's over there!?"

The little girl broke free from Jøhnke's grasp and ran out towards the men.

Jøhnke stood with her back against the wall as the child screamed something unintelligible towards the men. Jøhnke could hear the sound of gun slides being wracked.

Without thinking she burst out from her cover and fired her pistol - emptying the entire magazine into the individuals approaching her.

A barrage of automatic fire rang out as the men fell - their guns shooting wildly in the air as their bodies struck the ground peppered in Jøhnke's bullets.

"Ahh! Aaaa..."

Jøhnke could hear the men groaning in pain as she hid back behind cover.

"Screeee!! Eeee!!"

Jøhnke's heart pounded hard in her chest as she heard the little girl screeching in pain. Jøhnke breathed deeply and swallowed. Her teeth chattered. Was that all of them, or were more on the way?

As the cries of pain subsided Jøhnke poked her head out from cover and observed the three bodies laying on the sand. She crouched down to the ground.  With trembling hands she reached into a tattered bag and produced several rounds of pistol ammunition. She loaded her gun with several cartridges and wracked the slide.

"It is every 11th Ground Infantry Division member's duty to eliminate all enemies of the state - foreign and domestic," she whispered.

She stood up and walked out from behind her concealment. Cautiously she approached the three bodies that lay on the ground.

The child was laying on her back silent and still. Jøhnke reached into her hand and took the grenade. She tossed it to the side. The child's eyes stared blankly at the sky.

Jøhnke approached the men. One was face-up and clearly dead while the other lay face-down. She nudged the face-down man with her bare foot and he groaned.

Jøhnke pointed her pistol at his head as she rolled him onto his back. He looked up at her.

"Jøhnke?.." whispered the man.

Jøhnke was taken aback, she recognized this man, it was... it was Pvt. Kayler.

"Oh no!" Shouted Jøhnke in horror, "what have I done!?"

She dropped her pistol.

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