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"This is the General. I'm calling it a full retreat. Repeat, the mission is a no-go."
Charles heard that loud and clear. Damn.
And he thought he would be able to get revenge.
He runs past the bullets, zipping past him at speeds he can't comprehend.
One bullet hits his headphones, and the General's announcement fizzes out.
Great.
He weaves through the flying lead, eager to find somewhere to take cover.
A bullet hits him square in the left arm.
Pain blooms in his left arm, and he feels blood trickle down his sleeves as the arm goes numb slowly.
That's gonna have some repercussions.
No time for that.
He dives into some bushes, and finds himself tumbling down a small hill.
The branches and twigs scratching past his wounds hurt like hell, but he doesn't have time to care.
Years of military training teaches you that pain is temporary.
Charles props himself up wearily at the bottom, shuffling through some bushes.
He whacks the side of his headphones in vain, hoping to get some form of communication.
Nothing - just static.
Then he hears faint murmuring.
He peeks out of the bushes, twigs clinging onto his muddy hair.
Henry, in a tank, talking to the Toppats.
He tosses a walkie-talkie over. Charles can hear the General's faint retreat announcement.
"You.. protected the clan?"
Henry smiles smugly. The Toppats look to each other for a moment, and then they toss him a top hat embezzled with jewels.
That's the hat the leader wears, isn't it?