It happened again. Freaks!
They came back, bringing more bodies. Koko made a quick calculation: twenty-five soldiers, one hundred civilians, ten machine guns, and… The noise stopped.
An explosion broke the silence, blowing the front door. Several people flew in the air.
A lost limb hit Koko’s face. Damn it! “Grab your guns,” she urged.
“Stop,” said a person standing by the door. “You don’t want to do that.”
Lork. Stupid Lork, wearing his stupid emerald outfit. Koko ignored his warning and launched toward him, but he raised his hand. A white light hit her, sending her to the floor.
“Told you not to,” he said. She squinted. Lork’s slim frame appeared in front of her, glaring. “So stupid,” he added, “Give it to me.”
She shook her head--she would never give up the location. She stood up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?” He pointed at a girl. A man behind him activated his weapon, blowing her to pieces.
“No!” Koko took a small device out of her pocket and handed it to Lork. “Here.”
Lork kicked her on the abdomen. “Stupid girl.” He examined the rectangular artifact, and then turned around, heading for the door.
Breathing hard, Koko stood up. “This deserves an applause.”
At this, People rushed to the back.
He faced her. “Applause? A freaking standing ovation!” He cleaned the sweat rolling down his forehead and spit on the floor. “You’re of no use anymore. Kill them all.”
Koko clapped twice.
The small device blipped and then detonated, disintegrating any living being between a five meters radius.
Lork is now where he belongs... the freak.
