Everyone is silent, either too confident to be worried or too scared to act. One death, some missing meds, and they think they know who did it. As I make sure the weapons are in good condition, I receive a message from HQ. No words, just a short cryptic code; but it's meaning is clear to me: DISPOSE OF CARAMEL FRAPPE. I give myself a second of doubt, doubt if the end my target (and likely me) will actually save everyone. Finally I dismiss it, as I grab my weapons and start to walk towards my mission without any more hesitation.
This is war. Survival is their responsibility.
This is war. Survival is their responsibility.