Before you have a chance to come up with something, the pile of ropes you're hiding beneath is yanked aside. A man in a green uniform stares, shocked. You whip out your gun and shoot him. Luckily, you always keep the silencer on, so no one heard. You stare at the corpse. The bullet hit his head (naturally, since that's what you aimed for), but there is hardly any blood. You think fast, and then see how you can escape!
You pull the dead man's body between some large crates and strip the green uniform from him. Hastily, you pull them on over your own clothes. There are only a few dribbles of blood on one shoulder. You pull your hair down over it and make your way back to the submarine. A man in green passes you with barely a glance, but then stops still, staring at you.
"Who are you!" he yells. You feel for your gun, but it's too late; you're surrounded by green uniforms. You struggle and try to get away, but they already have you handcuffed. They prod you past the barricade and through the city, and finally into a windowless building that looks like a warehouse. Inside, you see people chained by the legs as they turn enormous wheels. Slaves.
After several weeks of slavery in the dark building, you realize that you had seen no females in the green uniforms. How bitter! Betrayed by sexism! After several months, you still don't know what turning the big wheels does, but you know you'll never escape, and even if you do, there's no place to go. The terrorist group has already succeeded in destroying the world. |
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