Snippet #1607383

-Hades


Hades stared through a pair of binoculars in a building four blocks away from the decimated site of the Holy Cross cathedral. He watched as the pawns shot at each other back and forth. Dying in pools of crimson liquid that mixed with the fresh blood of the other unfortunate souls that charged into the battle. The unseemly sight of death didn't bother him. It made him smile.

A voice muffled by static yelled called from the walkie talkie in his left hand. Hades picked it up to his ear and spoke. "What's the situation?"

"Everyone in the cathedral is dead although it seems that some of them were aided in escape. I think it was the Undead Rebellion sir."

Joseph, Hades knew immediately who was behind the escape. His history with Seph ran deep and far, but this wasn't the time to think of the past. Despite the fact that it was swimming through his mind constantly.

"Also a couple of other gangs have begun firing in the streets. I believe one of them to be the Latin heroes. Should we pursue the escaped or Take down the Latin heroes?"

Hades was brief and to the point. "Pull back. We're finished here."

"But sir--"

Hades cut him off. " Pull back." The walkie talkie went dead. He stared out through the binoculars scanning the gruesome scene. His forces were doing as he ordered. they were falling back. As they fell back he noticed a single person hidden behind a wall in what was left of the cathedral. He was almost certain she was apart of the last 100. He was impressed with her action. He flipped the walkie talkie back on and with his deep smooth voice he gave a new order. "All skullies that are still near the cathedral. Capture the lone female who is hiding inside the building. She is armed. Shoot her if you have to, but bring her back to base alive." he flicked the device off and turned to exit the building. A couple of his soldiers escorted him.

He thought the girl would be valuable. He could tell just from looking at her that she had a strong will to survive. He would need more people like her for the upcoming days. The smallest bit of order that was maintained between all the gangs was always thanks to the the arrival of a new group of participants, but now that the Last 100 had come and gone. The gangs would turn on each other or fall apart from within. He would be prepared..

After all he intended to be the last man standing at the end of the game.