“Roll call,” said a mans voice in their ear piece.

Hundreds of names and numbers called out and when it reached Scarlett she said, “S. Walker, number six, six, nine.”

Ashley snickered and after a moment of silence, she said, “A. Jenkins, number six, seven, one.”

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Pink and Silver entered the auditorium pulling a dolly where they had gagged and strapped Tweek tight. She didn’t make it easy for the bots to wheel her around the circle. Her green eyes were crazy wide, she jerked herself back and forth rocking the dolly and she made loud heaving noises.

“And here we have former U.N. Special Forces, Ashley Jenkins, number 671,” The Doctor said.

The bots placed Tweek next to Scarletts tank. She rocked it right, then left and fell over onto the tank, then fell onto her back. Mum walked around the tank and lifted the dolly. “It’s ok my dear, we will find you a good home,” Mum said quietly into Tweeks ear.

The Doctor watched the girl struggle in her restraints. An idea came to mind so he called over Marvin. “Release her straps,” he said. “I am curious what she will do.”

There were four buckles on the front of her chest. Without hesitation, Marvin disconnected each buckle and let the straps fall to the floor. Tweek watched the straps fall, then looked up and pointed her long, unkept nails at her gag. Marvin took off the gag, Tweek smiled, then attacked.

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The body split in two and sunk beneath the flooded trench. Ashley, with her helmet open, had a look of disgust on her dirty freckled face. “Gross,” she said, then an explosion rocked the trench wall next to the pair. Ashley covered her face then pulled herself around, rifle firing down the line.

Scarlet dropped to her knee, waist deep in water and reached for a grenade on her hip. She pulled the pin and tossed it into Ashleys line of fire and it filled the area with smoke. Sword in hand, Scarlett darted into the smoke. At least two men gave their position away when they fired blindly, two bullets deflected off Scarletts chest plate, it didn’t stop her. She swung her sword to the left, a grunt told her that she hit her target, so, she swung the sword back to the right and dropped to her knee. A head landed beside her and Ashley flew past her, lead by her knee.

Ashley hit a man square in the chest knocking him onto his back with her comfortably on top. Ashley shot him twice in the head and his hands fell bellow the water next to his dead body.

The smoke lifted. Scarlett offered Ashley a hand to her feet. The duo looked around to see their black and blue allies pouring into the trenches. Ashley removed her helmet and ran her dirty hand through her matted red hair. “Well, that was fun,” she said with a bright smile.

Scarlett removed her helmet, looked around at the dead bodies and said, “Yeah…”

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Instincts drove her to put one foot in front of the other with rifle in hand. She could barely see six feet ahead, though, her helmet feed her faint green outlines of her allies who were also charging across the field. Bullets whistled passed her and the sound of more artillery fire brought an earie silence.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The third round sent Scarlett flying through the air, landing in a deep crater. She crawled out of the crater and looked up to see three shadows come through the smoke. Her helmet gave her no readings, so she lifted her rifle, peeked down the sights and let loose six shots. Each shadow dropped from two bullets to the chest. One of the bodies writhed and cried out in pain. A black soldier stepped out of the smoke, pointed its rifle and put the writhing body out of its misery. The soldier highlighted green and labelled; A. Jenkins, then disappeared back into the smoke. Scarlett jumped to her feet and followed.

Another barrage landed around her. The gas began to clear. A grey head popped up ten yards in front of her, revealing the enemy trench line. Scarlett lifted her rifle and fired two shots, the first hit the ground, the second hit its mark.

Scarlett drew her sabre, flicked her arm and a sharp steal blade expanded, its edge ignited with a red light. Ashley planted herself on the edge and reigned fire on the trench. Scarlett came up on her blind side, sabre lifted overhead and dropped into the trench bringing the sabre down hard, cutting right through a man from shoulder to groin.

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Scarlett awoke to artillery bombardment on the muddy field in front of her. She was thrown backwards off a ladder into a flooded trench. The wind got knocked out of her and debris pelted her helmet as she struggled to find air. A strong hand pulled her from the water up to her feet. The strong hand belonged to a feminine figure decked out in black military gear with a black helmet, goggles, and mask that showed Scarlett a reflection of herself in the same gear.

“Mask up lady, they are dropping the mustard on us,” the woman said.

Scarlett cowered as another artillery barrage shook the trench. She regained her senses and looked around. A yellow gas began creeping over the trench. She searched her helmet until her fingers found a button, she pressed it and a tinted shield covered the entirety of her face. Others were not so lucky. Screams carried throughout the trenches as men and women clawed at their burning eyes and throats, desperate to find clean air.

“Monsters,” the woman scorned.

“Ashley?” Scarlett said confused.

“Yes girl. Now let’s go catch up with Lex while we have the cover of this gas. Be quick Scar, the enemy won’t let up, not for one inch.” Ashley two stepped the ladder and was quickly out of sight.

“What the fuck…” Scarlett said to herself. She checked her body, found her rifle and the hilt of a laser sabre. She took a deep breathe and followed Ashley over the edge.

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