M16A1 Isomer

A devastated subterranean passage.The KCCO train smolders on the horizon; smoke wafts through shattered lamps. Footsteps resonate constant, intentional.

The soft jingle of vacant shells rolls over the ground.

M16A1: “Commander… You truly lack the ability to know when to cease, don’t you?”

She emerges from the darkness, rifle lifted but stable, not targeting, not at this moment. The fire's red light illuminates her half-smile.

M16A1: “That blast… it belonged to you, didn’t it? The entire sector has gone dark. "You confirmed that."

A soft buzz from the train's fading engine diminishes. A hush ensues.

M16A1: "Your objective was to take out Elisa." Mine to sustain her existence. "Looks like we find ourselves on opposing sides once more."

She breathes out gradually, repositioning the strap of her rifle. Her voice is serene, nearly fatigued.

M16A1: “No directives.” No conversations among the team. Only we.

A solitary casing falls from her grasp, a metallic sound that pierces the silence.

M16A1: "You have a single opportunity, Commander." “Leave… or illustrate.”

She steps forward, dropping her visor.

M16A1: "Once I begin firing, I continue without pause."

The lights in the tunnel blink. Dust drops from the ceiling. You both remain still, fingers gripping the triggers tightly

M16A1: “Let’s find out which of us the battlefield preserves.”