Gary kneeled on the ground. His eyes faltering to steady as he gathered strength to stand up. His eyes landed at the end of the horizon. Port stumbled down as he struggle to break free from the enemy. Gary raise his handgun, pointing it to the enemy. He pulled the trigger, straight to its head.

The blood spilled on the ground as the bullet pierce through its head. A chunk of brain stain on Port’s clothes. Gary lend him a hand.

“You alright?” Gary asked.

“Yeah. I can still fight.” Port said. He noticed Gary’s concern as he saw his men became weary. No one is dead, yet. But there were a lot of injured. They’re covering each other’s flanks.

“It would take a hundred for me to go down.” Port said.

The enemies are finally dead, but none of them cheered as they could hear continuous screams from the ground. Gary glances from the elevating platform and saw the horrifying enemies climbing from one another on the slope road.

A man shouted, “There’s no end of it!”

Port asked, “You have explosive device?”

“There is none sir.” One of his men shouted.

“No, I have c4 here.” He said.

“How many?”

“Five.”

“Not enough.” Port said.

Port glances around the corner thinking of alternatives. As soon as they reach the top, Port took the c4 and hand it one by one to his teammate including Gary.

“What’re you planning to do?” Gary asked.

“You see those pillars?” Port pointed out the old pillars towering and supporting the ceiling. Far away is a door at the side of what it seems to be guard room and a giant gate that is blocked by fallen debris. “We’ll use these explosives to destroy this place, burying it for good.”

The rest of the soldiers including the wounded were prioritize and first goes outside. Only seven soldiers were left to cover them. The five – including Gary and Port attach the c4 bombs to the pillars. Only were only covered by the bomb, but the explosion would be enough to affect them all.

Port could hear them crying like children throwing tantrums as they climb onto one another. The horde sweep the floor like a flashflood. The soldiers began to shoot. They turn on the activation system and sprinted to the metallic swing door.

The soldiers covering them carefully aim with precision as to not hit their comrades. Port hold the trigger as he dashed outside. All of them are finally gone out. The door is lock and barred by fallen debris as Port pulled the trigger.

Hurrying to pull the trigger, they were knock over the ground by the shockwave of the c4 explosives, explodes coming inside the warehouse. The place shook vigorously like an old cart wobbling in a street before collapsing and engulf by flames. The monsters inside screams as none of them were spared by the explosion.

“That took care of the burial.” Gary said.

“The first problem is done,” Port continued. “Now, for the second.”

Gary met his chestnut brown eyes as Port and his men raise their gun against him.

“What are you doing? Gary asked. “Enough messing with me.”

“Oh boy. You’re the one who’s keep messing with us.” Port replied. His eyes remain stern. “Your friends snuck in to our server room and gathered data while our tired ass is busy down there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Gary defended.

“Stop playing games with me!” Port shouted. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?”

“One of what?”

“Glade.” Port said.

“No.” Gary continued. “Where did you get that idea?”

“If you’re not one of them, then, what organization are you belong into?” Port asked.

No matter how Gary denies, they won’t believe him not after Port saw the video of Ina and Lance in the hidden video camera while they were resting on a room.

“You were never one of us in the beginning. Of course, I have my suspicion, that is why I brought you here knowing that you will drop the charade and have the entire armada against you.” Port explained. “But I never thought that you’re that good.”

Gary glances away. For a moment he was dispirited. He thought that everything is seemingly going on his tide. They may not have bonded too much time, but he thought that he’s a good guy. If they were on the same side, things might have been different. With the little time they spent together, Port have thought of them as capable persons and friends he can rely on.

Port notice the vigilance on Gary’s eyes, he voiced out with authorizing tone, “Don’t move.” He warned. “As much as I want to shoot you right now, my boss wants you alive.”

Port came closer to Gary, slowly without letting his gun disarray from the target.

Gary calmly breathes. His watchful eyes remain in the gun that is pointed at him. With a quick reflex his left hand went to the nose aiming to shove it off to Port. But Port – already caught with his gist rolled over the tipping point to his shoulder with the other solid end came facing to Gary.

Gary stumbled back and was stunned as Port jabs him and followed by stabbing the nose of the gun to his guts.

Gary groaned and kneeled before him.

“You’re good, but not that good.” Port said. “Stay down!” He shouted.

Gary remained in his position waiting further for instructions. They waited for minutes. Gary remained to his position as Port and with his comrades pointed their guns at him.

The ground rumbled and a vehicle guarded by three military truck settled behind Port and a certain man came step out from the vehicle. Gary look at him. His eyes widened as he recognized the man.

“Leoad Enzoid.” Gary muttered.

“Who are you?!” Port asked, shouting at the conspicuous men suddenly appeared before them. He raised his gun against him.

“Relax,” Leoad said. “I am not an enemy.”

“Why are you here?” Port asked. His weapon remained pointed at the man.

“I thought your boss already told you.” Leoad stood for a moment. His expression is unsettled.

“I have no idea of who you are, but I don’t like you prowling on my prisoner.”

Leoad Enzoid, he’s one of the Big Heads in the Canary task force. On top of being big shot, he is also one of Gary’s supervisor back in the camping days.

“What the hell is the meaning of this?!” Gary shout at Leoad. “You were working with them?!” His foot stood against the dusty ground and tried to reach to him. Port shove him back in the ground; his men restrain him before he could do something else.

“Now,” Port said. “Who are you?”

“I’m one of your boss’s associates. He wants me to handle the persons who infiltrated.”

Port glances back to Gary. His mind diminished, analyzing his reaction.

“No.” He firmly said. “How can you verify that you are the right guy?”

Leoad look at his phone and begin to send a message.

“Wait a sec.” He presses the send button and in less than five second, Port’s phone began to ring.

“Who’s speaking?” He answered.

His eyes squinted in a second the moment he heard Glen through the phone.

“Let him have the prisoner.” Glen said.

“Yes sir.” Port replied.

Without waiting further ado, Port gave Gary to Leoad. “Thank you for your cooperation.” Leoad express his gratitude. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything that will put Theo in disadvantage. Even if he’s already are.”

Port didn’t remove his unfriendly gaze to him as he ordered his men to take Gary inside the vehicle. They chain him as he was led in the vehicle.