The Final Day of the Guards at Complex A12.

Another sweltering day, the heatwave was unseasonal, and uncomfortable. The men couldn’t concentrate on their work today, and one by one, they began to drift into the centre of the airfield.

The commissar was there first, with a role. As the men wandered into the airfield, he recorded their name on the sheet. Eventually, everyone showed up and marked present. An eerie silence crept over the base, as no-one spoke.

“We have little time left, we need to find the traitor, and fast. Discuss.” The commissar said and withdrew out of the centre of the circle.

Jurgen was surprised that the death of Heinrich had no major effects, and some of the soldiers kicked the voting pages around and discovered that he was not the intended target for the killing. Uneasiness flowed, many were starting to be scared of the traitor, that could manipulate the vote tally.

Jurgen started off the voting, against Maximillian, who professed he had no idea of what was happening. The commissar, Ulysses, threw down a vote for Ulrich, the night watchmen. Jurgen attempted to analyse everything, but realised there was nothing to follow. He ended up following the commissar. At this, the night watchman began to get very annoyed. He pointed at legitimate reasons to his innocence, and started to protest against the flurry of votes.

Eventually the discussion turned to Maximillian’s proclaimed innocence and confusion. And then to voting times, and the whole Golden Rule episode, but nothing came out of it. They pointed out the lateness of Harold, one of the guards as an indicator of possible evil. The Commissar explained that he was getting sick of Heinrich, and had no problem with him dying.

The day went on, vote changes and switches galore. The only two targets were the Commissar and Ulrich, the night watchmen.

Sunset approached. That would signal the end of the day, and the end of the problem, in one way or another. Sweat dripped down the face of Ulrich and Ulysses, the two final choices. Eventually, three minutes before sunset, the vote changed to Ulysses.

Silence dropped.

The commissar was now in the lead. He knew he had little time left. He sighed inwardly, he had failed in his mission to extract his vengeance.

Time ticked onwards.

Suddenly, Jurgen, the new recruit put down a vote for Ulrich. Ulrich snarled, Maximillian by his side began to bring his to his gun.

Sunset.

“It is over.”

The men gathered in the two groups, Jurgen, Harold and Ulysses in one and Maximillian and Ulrich in the other.
“It is time to face your death.” The commissar said

“No. I will not.” Ulrich spat.

The commissar drew the pistol as Ulrich bolted past an aeroplane, pistol shots rang out against the metal. Maximillian drew his assault rifle and started firing in the direction of the commissar’s group. They took cover, firing shots back at Maximillian. A fire-fight ensued. Bullets sprayed everywhere, none hitting.

Eventually, the moon came out. And the fire of bullets became less and less. Ulrich had almost run out of bullets. He saw Jurgen approach him. He whispered, “Help me escape, the traitors are on your side!”

“You are the traitor.” He said and shot him in the arm.

Blood poured out. Ulrich screamed in pain. Jurgen aimed a kick at him, but Ulrich rolled out of the way. Meanwhile, someone had turned on a searchlight, and had pointed it at the fight.

The commissar yelled out, “Give it up now. Your betrayal is at an end.”

Ulrich was struggling against Jurgen, even though he was stronger and more combat hardened, having your arm shot is painful. Eventually, the commissar and Harold walked over to them, dragging Maximillian along in chains.

“Enough.”.

The commissar walked near Ulrich. “You have fought well. But tonight this ends. Know this, you were right in the end. Your end is now.”

Ulrich sat back, laughing, as the bullets smacked into his chest. Blood ran out his mouth, yet he still kept laughing, until he finally collapsed onto his side and died.

Ulysses wasn’t finished. He pointed the gun at Maximillian who looked up briefly, then rocketed backwards as the bullets penetrated his skull.

Jurgen meanwhile, looked on in shock. He had caused this. He hung his head, and wept.

“I’m sorry, but it ends for you as well.”

He just continued to weep, as his limbs exploded.

“It is done.”

Harold nodded.

“Now, to open Complex A12, and to get my revenge. Are you with me?” Ulysses said to his brother.

“You killed my friends.”

“They were in the way.”

“You are a murderer.”

“The ends justify the means.”

“Why?”

“Because he poses a threat to mankind that is worse than fifty atomic bombs. I do not wish to see humanity destroyed. I will do what I have to.”

“So be it. Let us leave here before the stench worsens.”

The End… for the moment.

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