I stood facing a steel door, gun in one had ready to fire. We were preparing for a fire fight.
An old man appeared behind me and I turned to him. “Good luck out there” He said.
“Thanks” I replied, checking I had all the weapons I needed for the task ahead.
“I want you to have something” he drew an old pistol, silver barrel, wooden handle. I had seen it before. This man was the one I had trained from and he had constantly showed me this gun. It was a sacred symbol of the people we were and why we fought.
“But it doesn’t work” I said “I already have all my weapons”
“No” he said “It will help you”
I took the gun from him and attached it to my belt. It was an honour to carry it for the order.
He coughed.
“You need to sit down” I said, “You’re getting too old for this”
He looked up at me and I noticed his eyes had changed. Huge red orbs were in place of his eyes. He lunged at me so I dropped my gun and grabbed at his arms. Aware of the conflict, the two other members of the team rushed to my aid. A small man who had been at a silver table with toxics grabbed the old mans left arm while a female who was loading guns on another table ran to grab his right arm. The three of us forced him down into a wheelchair and held him there. The man ran back to his surgical table and brought a needle containing some sort of poison.
“He is coming for you” Screamed the old man, “You can’t defeat him” His eyes red blazed fire “He is inside me I feel him and he is coming for you, you will not survive!!”
The toxic fluid spread through his system and the man retracted the needle.
“You killed him?” The woman said scared
“No, it is just a sleeping drug, although I’m not sure why we should keep him in this state.
“Anyway we’ve got to move” I said.
They each nodded and we got ready to go.

A metalled pillar room was beginning to fill up with enemy soldiers behind me and the man of the group was a door that we had to escape through. The female had gone off to the door to the right of us. A sniper popped out from a pillar in front of us and I ducked for cover. Unfortunately my friend was cut down by the blasts and he clutched his hurt wounds.
“No!” I shouted.
“I’ll be fine” He shouted back as he dragged his body across the floor and out the door.
A shield generator on the side of a pillar was online so I hit it. A wall of blue light crossed between pillars and shots were absorbed from enemy lasers. I hit another shield generator boxing myself in and firing shots out at the enemy. How that worked I wasn’t sure but there were more pressing matters to deal with. I had effectively cut off the door to the rest of the room and the second door to my right opened in an explosion. The girl appeared as she was thrown out by the blast. She stumbled and got up running to my position. The shield was still across and she couldn’t enter so she turned and blasted the increasing number of enemies. The door she had just come from poured out enemies blasting with no mercy. She screamed a death prayer releasing holy death into the bodies of those who sought to destroy her but it was not enough. She was caught in a crossfire and fell to the floor. In a mangled slump she released her last breath. I felt no emotion, how could I, she couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be dead...
I turned to a call from the man behind me just beyond the open doors. He was bleeding heavily but that wasn’t the problem. Three monsters clad in armour and carrying plasma guns appeared around him. With no mercy they ended his life.
I snapped back to where I was and quickly turned back to the battle raging in front of me and started to blast again. Shots lanced round me.
“Shots lanced around me?” I thought. The shield had gone down and all around me troops aimed their killing blows there was nothing I could do. Time slowed as plasma fire rolled out the barrels of the enemy on a collision course with me, one to the stomach, one to the leg. I looked down and a further few hits found themselves on my body.

I glanced at my gun and looked up. Then I started firing again.