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The stairs that led to the breezeway were cracked and we walked up them, then turned right to walk up a few more headed towards the cafeteria. Blake stood outside, sit-ting on one of the remaining parts of the quarter wall that surrounded the cement pad in front of the cafeteria�s double doors. He looked up from holding his head in his hands and stood up. He looked scared and his face was pale. �How could somebody be so cruel? Don�t they have a heart? He was still alive!�
�What?� me and Joby said at the same time. �Alive?�
Blake nodded. �I couldn�t stay in there any longer after he started his story. They aren�t Human. A Human has a conscience.�
�What?� John looked at Blake. �Hey, Bro, come on, snap outta it!�
�Maybe we should go inside.� I said quietly. �Come on guys.� I took a step for-ward to turn into the building when Dad, Suzie, and Dennis came out. All three looked pretty upset and Dennis was shaking his head.
�Fucknig Neoweapons.�
Joby�s face dropped and his eyes grew wide. �N�Neoweapons?! Here!?�
Dennis shook his head. �The man in there was still alive. He tried to fight him, and unlike the others, he had a chance to escape. He said the Neoweapon was maybe your age. Knew martial arts and carried a strange pistol.
�The Weapon played with him he said. Physically beat all hell out of him then shot him in such a spot that he slowly bled to death.
�He also said that before he shot the soldier, he told him his name was Bronze Seid�.�
I tried to picture that. Lying on the tiled cafeteria floor, a teen standing over you, a gun leveled on you.
�By the way,� he said. �My name�s Bronze Seid�.�
I shuddered. That had to be a horrible way to die. Slowly and painfully, wonder-ing what life will be like on the other side and if you�ll see another Human before you died.
Then there were the Neoweapons. Bronze Seid� and Jene DeVowe. Were all of them like him? Would Jene have been like that if he had been handed a gun? What kind of creature had this group of nobody�s created?! What kind of sick mind did they have?! Or were they originally made for a different purpose?
�What�d you find son?�
�Huh?� I looked at Dad. �A hole. And a bunch of dead bodies.�
�A hole?� Suzie asked. �Could you be a little more descriptive Petri?�
�A dark hole. And deep. We tried to use Jobe�s flashlight, but it fell short.� I shrugged. �And now this.�
My Dad nodded. �Hmm. Welcome to your first mission boys.�