Short Story: Push The Payload

sustained. The team moved to the high ground of the mountain engaging and killing 2

6:30 The situation has gone dire as each of you fired one gun to the other, drones crashed and hulls on fire.

We ran. We ran to the nearest closet and hid inside. A cleaning supplies closet is where I hoped we would end up. There are many valuable tools to defend with. It ended up to be a linen closet. Oh well. By now I was hoping our faces were not going to be eaten off by blood thirsty rats!

Major Wakowski calculated another firing solution, fired with the photon canon and destroy one of the drones. The free drone began to zigzag while firing the on the Gettysburg, there was something different about this drone. Elle reported, “Shields down five percent.”

That day came sooner than expected. My student picked a oad from south texas to the Los Angeles area. He made an excellent choice except for one reason. That reason was that load couldnt deliver early, adn it gave us a week to go just 1400 miles. We had disacussed those thigs before, but he made a mistake and we dealt with it. How, well we stayed in south texas for three days, partying at night across the border in Mexico, and sleeping it off at the terminal each day. Then we left for California. This was his trip, and I was just a buddy riding with him. He called all the shots, you know, where and when to get fuel, meals, breaks, and all the rest. WHe said he was ready, but he failed. WHy did he fail, because he was doingquite well until we

I realized her plan, and I picked the shovel off the ground. Holding the shovel, I smashed the walls of glass separating us. Great veins of shattered glass spread through the walls and they burst, shooting across the floor.

Suddenly Andy comes running in, he sees me and rushes over, with panic across his face. “Where’s Jules? Did you see her?” “Ya, she was running in that direction,” I point.

The air crewmen got on the mini-gun which shoots 6000 rounds per minute and started shooting precisely into the village, where the gunfire came from to allow us the freedom to maneuver. The air crewmen gave us the 30-seconds-till-landing command, and we touched down with ferocity. We prepared ourselves. They lowered the ramp and we took off sprinting towards the objective like Rangers always do. Making sure I stayed in the formation, adjacent to my squad leader. We sprinted to the target compound at an ungodly pace. We ran into the wall, which allowed us to stop all our forward momentum on a dime. While simultaneously stacking up on the outer wall. I ran up ahead of the stack and placed the wall charge explosive that I had built. I backed away seven feet which was the minimum safe distance for my charge, and boom! My explosive charge created a perfect door-sized entry hole in the wall. Then I took out my flash-bang grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it through the entry hole which temporarily stuns enemies with an extremely bright flash and loud noise. Since I was the one closest to the entry I went in first. As I took one step into the breach, I had three other rifle barrels over top of my shoulder, covering my every move as all four of us breached and cleared the compound. I button-hooked left and proceeded to clear my corner first, then turning up and scanning the rest of the compound for enemy combatants. I found a large cache of

“Can-can we confirm? WE ARE STARING DOWN THE BARREL OF A SPACE LASER!” Logan howled as he played through what he predicted would happen. “We are going to die,” he thought. “We are donezo!”

The wind whistled through my hair, and the smells of the night assaulted my nostrils as I dodged around the trees. Pale moonlight pierced the foliage above me revealing the obstacles in my path. Breathing hard, I stopped, searching into the shadows. A campfire blazed off in the distance. Pulling my bow from my back, I notch an arrow in it. Stalking forward, I move until the faint silhouettes of the camp’s inhabitants come into sight. Three people lay near the fire, while a fourth stood guard. I pull my right hand back and take a deep breath in. I release the arrow with my breath and send the arrow flying toward the lone guard. Flying true, it slammed through his skull and quickly felled him. Setting my bow back in the quiver, I quickly moved

Then, as quick as air, he writhed his way out, came out behind me, and scored two points for a reversal. I struggled to get one point for an escape, but we went out-of-bounds. Placed at the center of the mat again, I finally escaped. Sloppily, he took another shot and I scored off of it as I had done before. He quickly escaped, bringing the score to 5-3. Suddenly, he went in for another takedown. Unable to defend properly, I fell to the ground and he scored, tying the score at 5-5. I could hear my teammates and my coaches shouting my name, telling me to escape. I squirmed and finally managed to escape and score the point; I was in the lead. I just had to survive these last few seconds and I would win. We circled around more, but I kept backing away, unwilling to risk giving him any more points. The whistle sounded, “One point red, stalling on green.” The score was 6-6. I cringed slightly, but kept my composure.

I drew my sword and charged the monster. It stabbed at me with its long tail which I narrowly avoided.

Area Eagle comprised of one huge hanger with a very large retractable roof. Surrounded by several other moderately sized hangers either half to a quarter of the size of the main hanger. There were various administrative buildings surrounding those. There was also a post exchange and a commissary for those service members and employees that were there for long periods of time.

The theme of Relationship is something explored mainly in the following poems “Piano," “Do not go gentle," “Remember," “One Flesh," “Valentine," and ‘My Last Duchess". Each Poem demonstrates a different kind of relationship, some beautiful, some sad, some indifferent. But in each of these poems, the poet has expressly shown these relationships and in some of these poems, the reader might be able to identify with a relationship. In “Piano," the relationship is between a mother and her son, the narrator, and the memories of his mother who played the piano and sang.

Loyalty What is “loyalty?” The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines “loyalty- as the quality or state or an instance of being loyal”, but it can mean so much more than that. Each word has its own meaning that stands for more than just simple letters on paper or spoken. There is such a deep meaning behind words that some people cannot grasp.