Operation Fire Screen 5

Operation Fire Screen (5)

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Cedric jogged across the street, seeing nothing but dead people and abandoned houses. Burning vehicles are a common sight too. He was already used to it. The mark left by a Demonic invasion does not surprise him anymore. In fact it was already too normal for him. The violence, the gore, the death of thousands of innocents, it bores him already.
	 Something caught his attention far ahead. Motions, he thought. He raised his Blast Rifle and spotted what looks like a brown fog moving. Cedric opened fire twice. The fog disappeared followed by a screaming voice echoing away. He increased his pace forward, gripping his rifle tight. Three Demons with morning stars attached to their hands appeared to view, yelling incoherent words at him. One of them raised their hands and fired a chained spiked ball. He dashed away as he fired back, clipping its chest with five plasma bursts.
	Another one raised its hand to fire back but Cedric disintegrated its head with four plasma shots. He aimed at the next one and fired once. He took the moment to duck as the Demon fired its morning star at his direction. He narrowly dodged the ball. He continued firing at the Demon until he killed it.
	He continued jogging forward, ready to blast any Demons away. He encountered a quartet of Unclean Spirits advancing to his direction. He fired at the first and the second one, killing them. The third one managed to get close, only to get slammed by the stock of a rifle. Cedric fired at its four times then the last one he killed with three shots.
	Five Strongarm Demons suddenly appeared at the horizon. They charged the lone Protectorate, eager to crush him with their weapons.

Then Crismond suddenly landed, crushing them all.

"Crismond at your service!" He yelled as he transformed to his Human form.
	"Assist me, brother!" Cedric yelled as he fired at a duo of Strongarm Demons advancing at them. One of them was crippled by a quartet of shots. The other is fleeing from Cedric's line of fire. Crismond raised his rifle and fired three times, separating his target's head from its shoulders. He glanced at Cedric's target, only to find it long dead.
	Cedric jogged further with Crismond still following behind. The journey from the drop point to the cultural museum was a quick one, encountering no Demons along the way.
	On the other side of the museum, Blackshot and Renante revealed themselves from cover and killed four brown smokes with plasma fire.
	"You look crap." Cedric greeted at Blackshot.
	"You're welcome." Blackshot replied sarcastically.
	"If you don't mind, I'm gonna enter the museum and investigate what's so special with this building."
	"But there are bad guys inside." Blackshot says.
	"We can handle this, brother." Crismond interrupted. "We need someone to watch our backs in case those guys tried to take this territory back."
	"Fine." Blackshot finally agreed. "Good luck."
	"For the El-Shaddai." Cedric says.