Hunched over, my gaze froze burning holes through bitter words. One hand clenching the armrest whilst the other slowly crumpled up the small document. malicious and seething. Those were its purpose.

Like a coiled spring I leaped out of my chair and punched the desk in front of me, dust falls around me as I shout profanities that no language could ever sympathize with.

They were clever, clever enough to think they could just let me rot where I stood. So proud of their actions they thought they could just mock me where I couldn’t hit back. If they were to mockingly beckon me, then so hope me god I was going to do anything within my power to regret them ever crossing me.

There I stood in an outpost fashioned to look as convincing as possible, I was sent here to recover key information left behind by this dead colony. It was a last ditch effort to gain any whips of hope in an ever ongoing war.

It was a dangerous task and I very much knew the risks, we needed this more than anything so I knew that I would take as many risks to do my part.

Of course this was never anything of substance, it was but all but a cruel way of knocking off key pawn in an inevitable defeat. It was obvious, deception and ploys were rumored back at high command but nobody could have predicted that it had injected itself so deep.

Spies had clearly perpetrated the tightest of tanks and were pulling strings far greater than I could have ever imagined. I needed to get back to warn the high command, before they get into vital meetings and obtain crucial information that could end the war within days.

I was left nothing, barely food and water for a couple days and was surrounded by the carcass Of a city. Perseverance for my people and a cold blooded anger for those who deceived me would push me more than anything before. I was left no choice as the very place I would call home would be no different to this dead landscape of concrete and steel.