John patted his shoulder and pointed to the ceiling . “I see they have wired the place to blow. Clever.”
Luke nodded.
Two men in green regalia were guarding the machine gun.
A local militia, no doubt.
They walked past it.
“Not too many around, is there? John mused.
Luke rubbed his nose. “They must be inside their homes.”
The next defensive point they reached was more fortified with only a small passageway still traversable in between two battle tanks.
“Would the tanks no be better used outside the city?” John said with a scrunched face.
“They are the obsolete B Class. They must no longer be fully function but their long guns could come in handy.” John replied.
John laughed. “You have been doing your study.”
“Someone has to. I’ve seen enough. Lets head back.”
An hour later, Luke had said his goodbyes to John and was going down the narrow passageway to his room.
“Hello soldier.” It was Lisa.
She was a yellow dress and top.
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