close anyway and he is right there out in the open. I might not get another chance.

Yeah, a nice clean kill, tidy up any stragglers and get out. Then go home and play Xbox with my new humans.

His mind races through the idea as he reorganises the contents of the bag and loads a large magazine into the belly of the larger rifle. The idea of defeating such a force alone was a mammoth task, a work of art, but one that would unfortunately be forgotten by history.

There were no scribes to take account of the battle like with the Spartans. No witnesses to his victory. The echo of his heroism wouldn’t be heard for thousands of years like with heroes of the past. It would be heard by the mindless drones for a single