One In The Chamber - Chapter 2

suddenly hardened face, square-jawed with mean eyes appeared above me. “Hey!” He hissed. His eyes looked on my kicked puppy face and his expression cramped. I turned around. “Hey… Sorry… I just…” A myriad of emotions flickered through me. I wanted to complain about how he couldn’t just treat his abandoned kid brother with some sympathy when the house was literally raided. How that two high up career soldiers who were the literal guardians of one teen could not see a war coming to their own home town.

But I couldn’t. I only felt the tears well up in my eyes and I began to hyperventilate. “Woah, Woah! Hey. I didn’t-” I only hugged him tight and kept all my words inside. We stood there for a few seconds before I felt the headset slide back over my head. “Sorry for the yelling, but we need to go.” The touching moment was over, but I felt better. We both cleared our throats and I stayed on his tail. No one commented on my looks as we all filed with haste into the backyard.

We crossed the large green yard and filed out the back gate my dad used for its stupid RV and came out in a large paved alleyway for backyard access. I looked back and saw the suburban McMansion I had grown up in, but I didn’t have time to reminisce or feel any heartbreak as two jets flew past us overhead; their guns roared violently the chaser tried to shoot down the front jet.

A few gunshots rang out a few streets away, or maybe it was in a house down the street, but it was soon met with tens of gunshots in response before the world fell silently momentarily before more explosions.

We quickly crossed the alleyway and came out near the border of the HOA. The main road leading to the guardhouse was empty aside from a few dead bodies. A few of my neighbors I could tell from their fancy clothes. We followed the road to the gated entry and exit ways where cars had piled up, into a heap of smoking mess. Blood splattered around the gates were the unlucky elderly folks had been gunned down by someone. The guardhouse had been completely blown apart, my best guess was an airstrike, but I wasn’t versed in whatever formal way they determined that.

Both vehicle entryways were blocked by cars, we had to exit through the entry gate since it was open enough for us to walk through. It had been blocked from opening more, but it couldn’t close on one side with another car in its way.

[“Bear One to Oracle Actual, over.”] Jacob called out over the radio.

There was a pause as he waited for a reply.

[“This is Oracle Actual. What is your status? Over.”] Shit. It was my dad.

[“Little Willow retrieved. Roads are blocked. We’re hoofing it to his favorite supermarket to the east of the complex. Requesting pick up at that location, over.] Jacob said as we crossed the deserted four-lane road and the lot of the gas station. It was entirely empty, but it was the only cover since there were only open roads and parking lots all over.

[“Acknowledged. Do not let him get hurt, over and out.”] Dad replied over the radio

The about of gunfire around the city was beginning to scale up, but most of it appeared to come from the west. Using the gas station as the center, the home was to the west. North led to the commercial side of town while if we kept east, we’ll stay mostly on the residential side. The main part of the city was south of us and housed most of the high-level figureheads of the state as well as plenty of very important civilians. I quickly got that we were in the middle of being invaded so I came to the conclusion that east would have been relatively safe.

That was until a few bullets skipped off the concrete by my feet.

Sparks jumped with bits of concrete and I quickly flung myself across the refill bays to the storefront. Everyone called out “Sniper!” as everyone followed after me.

“You’re a f.u.c.k.i.n.g rabbit! Haha!” One of my brother’s men laughed, despite the situation. I couldn’t say anything back, as much as I wanted too. No one looked surprised by the sudden attack. We all rushed inside the station as ballistic cracks chased after us. Once inside, no further shots rang out.

“Did anyone get a visual?” My brother asked everyone. Everyone shook their heads before he looked to me. “You okay?” I gave him the thumbs up, but I figured my pale face was enough to tell him my mental state may have been shot instead. I hid deep inside the store behind a rack of ch.i.p.s and candy while everyone else, but one guy, kept to the front. The stray cleared the backroom for another exit. I felt my heart slow down while took some deep breaths and I saw a Three musketeer bar to my right as I crouched down.

“What the f.u.c.k are you doing…?” One of my brother’s men asked me. He was the closest to me and took cover by the checkout counter center of the room. He had turned to me when he heard me open the candy bar.

“Stress eating.” I muttered back as I chewed viciously at it like a starved rabbit. He looked at me in awe before he chuckled. He looked around and saw a mini-fridge by him; he pulled out a few Gatorades from it and rolled them at me with a thumbs up. What a bro. My brother was, along with two other men, were in the middle of locating the sniper when he popped on the radio.

[“What the hell are you two doing back there?”] He said.

[“Your little bro is stress eating back here.”] The guy who rolled me the Gatorades responded back.

[“Kian, how are you eating in this situation?”] Jacob asked and I heard the amused tone in his voice.

I was surprised by how casual all of them were in this situation, but I only shrugged in response.

[“He shrugged.] Gatorade man replied to my brother for me.

[“Kian, there are three buttons on the right earpiece. Use the top one to talk.”] Jacob said. For a trained Special Force Operative, he sure forgot that his little brother was not a soldier or a military geek.

[“You rather I just have a freakout, or do you want me to stuff my face?”] I replied with a half-joke-half-serious tone while I chewed on another bar. To be honest, I would have much preferred the freak out rather than stress eating.

[“Eat to your heart’s content, just don’t go overboard, or stick your head up.”] Jacob replied with a sigh.

[“Can’t you just, like, stick a pair of sunglasses out to trick him into shooting?”] I asked. Ah, he’ll probably regret that he showed me how to use the comms now.

No response came, but I could hear his hushed curses from here about how that only worked in movies. A few of his men joked back with him. I heard one of them agree and said he’d do it. A few seconds later, a few bullets tore through the storefront window.