Snippet #2377600

After a few moments of awkward silence from the person Andrew looked behind him to see that the person in the mask had left him alone in the smoldering wreckage of the downed gunship. Well that was very rude. now I have a moral conundrum, save the people that I just shot down or go after this person that saved my life. With no blood sample to track with and no obvious trail to follow, that person left me with no way of thanking them for their rescue. Andrew thought and walked toward the wreckage of the plane and tore open the side hatch to reveal a destroyed armory and a few dead bodies.

The primary pilot sat contorted in the cockpit of the gunship and the co-pilot was kneeling weakly in his chair clutching onto the yoke with a hacking dry cough. "Come on big guy, lets get you out of here." Andrew whispered softly to him and picked him up out of his destroyed chair. "I'm actually surprised anyone survived a crash like tha-." Andrew paused when a perfectly preserved prototype rifle caught his eye. I know that weapon, I saw it years ago back at the research facility. He strained his brain trying to remember the weapon. Andrew left the plane and set the pilot down on the ground as he started to wake up.

"Captain did we survive?" The pilot asked with a weakened voice. "Technically no." Andrew responded while retrieving the weapon that he was marveling at earlier. "What's this weapon's purpose?" Andrew asked calmly already knowing the pilot's answer. "It's a prototype railgun designed to destroy the SERAPH before it destroyed the payload that we were carrying." The pilot confessed as Andrew took his radio away. "There's a town in that direction. Your lucky I still show mercy to you grunts." Andrew said calmly and crushed the radio in his hands and walked toward the city known as Vega.