Chapter Two

Ky leaves for Chicago.

The ride to the train station felt like an eternity. The three Jeeps trailed one behind the other, each with four squadron members. I was the one driving in my Jeep. Next to me, in the passengers seat, was J.C., and in the back was Clara, Mike, and Brian. The car was completely silent as we drove 45 miles to the train station. When we arrived, we grabbed our bags from the back and headed to check in.

Once we where on the train, J.C. nudged me to get up and say a few words before we left.

I walked up to the front of the train car, feeling their eyes watching me. I cleared my throat and began. "Dear Lord, we ask that your spirit be with us as we embark on our mission. We ask that you help us to prevail, and beat the snot out of those Rebel snobs. Amen."

"Amen!" The whole car said.

"I understand that this is going to be hard for a lot of you, but you're sacrifice has not gone unnoticed. I would like to thank you on behalf of the AA."

Applause.

"Now, who's ready to kick some butt!"

More applause.

I walked back over to my seat and put in my ear buds. I put the song American Pie on replay. 

About half way to Chicago I felt a hand slap me. As I looked up, I saw J.C. being shot in front of me. The Rebels had taken over the train. Shots rang out from all directions. People were falling to their knees in a pool of their own blood. The once white carpets was now red. I looked around for the rest of my squadron. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight dead. Where are the rest of them!? I thought. I frantically eyeballed the room trying to find them when I felt a blunt force to the back of my head. 

Author's Note

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