BIFIELD - SONS OF WARS HQ - DISTRICT I- DREAM CITY
Thirty-six hours into the simulation, the ruined cityscape of the BIFIED felt all too real. Dust hung in the air, flickering neon signs sputtering overhead. Only sixteen teams remained from the original twenty-six. Four hours until the endgame.
High atop a shattered overpass, Yutai, leader of Team Fox, landed the final shot on a fleeing competitor named Karat of Black Hound. They had leveled their second top competitor.
The holo-board flashed:
1st – Team Fox – 34 kills
2nd – Team Sakarah –27 kills
Black Hound - Eliminated
Yutai's squad cheered, ready to press their advantage—until Sakarah barreled out of the ruins below them.
Bullets whipped past her as she dove behind a crumbling barricade. Three rounds left in her pistol. She didn't know, she would have done anything else to go through silently. She frowned.
"Hello Sakarah, I must say I wasn't expecting you - at least not now, that would be a stupid or bold move, I don't really care!"
Yutai's eyes crackled blue as he activated his Bineth. Electricity arced across his arms. He laughed—one bolt could fry her.
Then Feline's voice echoed:
"Incoming – new challenger. Win probability: 99.999%."
Even Yutai paused. Dust swirled as a figure strode into view: Midas. In his gauntleted hands gleamed a jet-black heavy machine gun, humming with 10,000 zero-hit electric rounds.
Fox Strikes First
Yutai barked orders: "Spread out! Shields up!"
One teammate flared a shimmering barrier. Another engaged an ice Bineth, freezing the machine gun barrel solid. A speedster zipped past Midas, blurring his vision.
But Team Fox's harmony crumbled under Midas's onslaught. Yutai unleashed a lightning strike that stunned the speedster, and the ice-caster shattered. Midas grinned as his foes fell one by one. His experience clearly a game changer.
"That wasn't no fun, Come on!" barked Midas.
Smoke coiled around Midas as he advanced through the wreckage, his Bineth morphing into an arsenal of destruction—plasma cannons, rocket launchers, gatling-blade hybrids.
"I still got a few, I would like to test, really!"
Each blast and strike left scorched craters where Team Fox had once stood.
"Team work my swiny! Out there, it is all about raw power, fancy foot work only gets you a fancy tomb stone!" Midas exploded.
Only Sakarah remained.
Bloodied, bruised, and down to her last three bullets, she ducked behind a crumbling wall, heart pounding. She watched Midas, studying him.
His helmet—thick, armored, but a hairline fracture now shimmered where Yutai's earlier bolt had grazed.
A weak point.
She leveled her pistol, steadying her breathing.
First shot.
The bullet cracked against the side of his helmet, widening the fracture, but not breaking it.
Midas snapped his head toward her, eyes narrowing behind the shattered visor.
"There you are, genius!"
He stormed forward, arms reshaping into brutal knuckle-dusters, each punch throwing shockwaves through the ground.
Second shot.
A direct hit—chipping more from the fracture, exposing bare circuitry beneath. Sparks erupted from his helmet, and he stumbled, momentarily disoriented.
"Already tried that princess, won't save you, not from me!"
Sakarah rose, limping into the open.
No shield. No backup. A sniper shot would have done job, she thought.
Only one bullet left.
Midas roared, charging like a juggernaut.
She flipped over the behemoth ,her last shot instinctiviely locked him for that one seconds moment he would turn - he did. The shot hit its target.
Midas grabbed Sakarah and hurled her against a wall. She spat blood, suit cracked. He raised his fist—
"Out of bullets, genius!"
Felines calculated Midas Win Probability. It was over.
Midas Win Probability : 0.9999999999999..%
At the last moment, she activated her Bineth—Zero Space Shift.
His punch, lethal enough to crush her, bent impossibly downward, slamming right through the ground instead.
She kicked free, retrieving the single hidden round she'd kept in her pocket. In one fluid motion, she chambered it and squeezed the trigger.
Midas point blank saw the motion, too slow, he saw the bullet leave the chamber, he saw the smoke and almost felt the heat. He knew it. It was over.
The bullet punched through the breach in his helmet, hitting him square in the thin layer that separated his face from the helmet through the hole the previous bullets had made. Midas collapsed, out cold.
Victory
"Flag Captured...War Games Over..Congratulations ,Team Sakarah!" Feline's announcement echoed as Jimbo's flag marker blinked green in the distance.
"We did it, we really did it!" Jimbo announced as comms came back online. He had followed sakarah's instructions to abandon post and make it for the flag.
"I am the bait,I will draw out, you go!"
In the control room, stunned silence reigned, operatives became silent. Cox's lips curved in a brief, unreadable smile before she turned away.
John broke the quiet:
"You didn't bet on her, did you?"
"you know me John, I am old school too,"
Cox glanced back, eyes soft. She said.
"The Old man?"
"He is - He is fine, just excited that's all," John lied. Cox didn't have to be bothered, not yet.
John watched the simulation feed. The old guard had been toppled. New blood claimed the field. There was a time, they were the new best soldiers on the line, it seemed that era was now fading out. Change, it seemed, was inevitable.
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