On the way there, everyone had much more hope and less fear and paranoia than our first attack, and even though we technically lost, we got some of our own super-soldiers and eliminated key parts of their forces. Now we were ready to surround the islands.
The general called the commander on Midway. “Hey, code two, code two. Get ready.”
The generals had decided that code one should mean wait, code two meant go, and code three meant retreat. And there was a last-case scenario code four that would mean surrender. But I was most hoping for code five, capture successful.
Everyone was hoping for code five.And once we got there, we fought hard to get that to happen. I wasn’t messing around.
I start off with the old evaporation proclamation, or so the general called it. I fire some bullets from my fire, and use my flame abilities to set fire to a boat. I activate the scope for my left eye. The Midway boat ad just started an invasion, and the snipers were activating. I had also practiced with my scope and knew where to put my hands to snipe them: right below the scope. I form a bullet in my pointer finger, place it right below tightly, so that my whole finger is touching the scope, and fired.
I don’t have time to see where the bullet lands. I keep the scope on my left eye. I start twirling in my flight form, the whirling flames are forming a fire whirl. It goes off to wreak havoc on the infrastructure around San Francisco. I fly towards the middle of the archipelago. I am very high up now. I can feel the oxygen difference. I activate my oxygen tank. I fire huge beams of heat at the islands below me. I see Tim near the right. He’s vaporizing those boats like it’s nothing. I let myself drop a few yards and get closer. I spot the director of this whole mess. It looked like he was pressing a button on his phone. I decide to flick some fire at that while I get closer. He doesn’t notice.
I hit the phone. He screams and curses as he runs inside a building as he holds his fingers, burning from the flames I had flicked at him. He deserved it, for he had lit a fire in me even when I couldn’t use my fire while under his control.
The battle was nearly over. They retreated and it looked like they were heading towards Alaska. Time to take a break for the next three to four months, I thought. There weren’t many casualties proportional to our army size. Only a thousand had hurt themselves. Only twenty were really severely injured. I didn’t look at them. Not only did it look disgusting, but I had blamed myself for siding with the enemy for a while.
I kept myself in check. I knew I was on the right side now.