Bab 312: The Military’s Arrival

It didn't take long for the cluster of choppers to arrive near the platform, and they were taking turns unloading several soldiers and marines by way of a repelling rope.

The first ones to touch down on the shiny metal platform were, of course, the Marines, who I quickly surmised were part of the Special Forces unit MARSOC (Marine Forces Special Operations Command).

The instant boots began hitting the metal ground, I found myself staring at the barrels of multiple high-powered rifles while one person, a man, screamed orders at me.

"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! DON'T FUCKING MOVE AN INCH!"

"Really guys, first you show up late to the party, and now you're pointing guns at a kid who isn't even a teenager yet, reallllll smooth. Then again, what do I expect from a group of Crayon eaters, all brawn, no brain…" Heaving a sigh, I augmented my throat and yelled over the sound of Helicopter blades.