It's so unfair.
I've shown no animosity towards them. What reason did they have to kill me? These thoughts rang through my head as the hammering on the door pounded into my ears. I felt I was safe. All entrances were multi-locked, boarded up, and covered on each side by giant wardrobes that were chained to the walls.
The place was impenetrable. Or that's what I fooled myself into thinking. Surrounded by my assortment of light and heavy, but non-explosive weaponry, I felt I could hold off an entire garrison of Israel's elite forces. But the soft whir of something charging came from outside broke me from my disillusion. And then the force of a Velocithor beam was felt all the way into my safe room. I knew that nothing could withstand that blast. I figured a huge hole was made from the entrance they just made all the way to the neighbor's den, incinerating all in it's path.
"Alien tech?" I whispered to myself, "Where would they have found that?"
I knew that this was it for me. I steeled myself behind the turrets and HMG's set up, with all the weapons ready to fire at the push of a button.
"So how quickly do you think this is going to go?"
"Probably not long, it's just one guy."
I didn't recognize the voices. Good, I would feel no remorse for attempting to defend myself. I was half expecting another Velocithor beam to just annihilate me and all of my defenses right then and there, but it never came. When the door opened, I pressed the button.
My stockpile made mincemeat out of the assassins. But there was something I didn't expect. For a single moment I believed I had survived. Then I saw it. A little C4 strapped to the inside of the blast door. I saw the timer quickly ticking down to zero.
I tried to make a break for it, but right before I could shut the door behind me and keep me alive, it detonated.
I lost. I went down a fighter, but not a betrayer.
