Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 165 - Trojan Horses

4 hours later, South LA. 

In one district of the city, amidst the countless amount of rubble and debris in the streets, with the sun shining through the remains of shattered glass from each building that are still standing strong, having gone through many days of hellish battles the moment the Zlocu arrived, one particular spot stands out among the rubble. One where a distinct chatter is heard, and it's one with improvised checkpoints with spotlights attached to the edges even when it's still sunlight. There it included three flag poles, one being the Zlocan flag, the other the flag of the US with only black and blue, and one clad in red and black like the Zlocu. 

A certain outpost for certain people when not on duty it seems. 

There are rows and rows of trucks in eight gates, with most of the armored patrols taking off most of their armor and helmets while they take out mini-fridges nearby, storing the latest beer cans for them to enjoy while on break time. Most of them are fair-skinned men, with varying degrees of hair, some even balding, some either lean or bulky, yet one thing remained in common among the Humans. 

Wide smiles on their faces, with their rifles next to them, likely ready for another round. 

A pair of them watch over the guard post, with the chatter of their comrades heard closely. One blonde guard has his hands on his hips tilting side by side while watching the deserted streets in front of him, the other who's bald only has a glazed look on his face while keeping his hands in his pocket, his eyes narrow and yawning every once in a while. Both have AR15 rifles, yet they keep them close to their feet while gazing at the horizon. 

"Geez, how boring can this get?" the blonde guard says, increasing his pace by every second. 

"It is what were assigned for, corporal, nothing else we can do at this rate," the bald guard replies, his tone neither rising nor lowering, just a normal like this is business as usual for the likes of them. 

"Still! There are surely better ways to keep the badass ones like us on the field than merely waiting! Don't the Zlocs know that?" the blonde grabs the AR15 rifle, aiming at all corners he can find from what's in front of him. 

"It's called precaution, it's what they would want if we need to be 'stronger' in their eyes or something." the bald guard shrugs, still not glancing at him despite his constant aiming at all directions. 

"Yeah, well, don't know if we need those precautions deep into our bottoms when have those worms on our boots." The blonde guard grins, even chuckling lightly while glancing around the ruins around him, almost like they're pretty decorations for them to be proud of. "I want to join their laughs too you know." 

"They're missing what's important in our roles. You know the last time what happened to the previous patrol who tried to step out of Zlocan protocol," the bald one replies once more. 

"Oh, giving them an earful?" The blonde guard scoffs, even smirking while still holding his rifle. 

"Sent to be transformed into Reborn, remember?" 

With that, the blonde guard's posture got slightly rigid, his head jerking back, his smile dropping too while stopping to aim his rifle in any direction. He tries to speak up, yet no further words come out of his mouth, stuck in a stammering labyrinth, almost like his throat is unable to force out a retort. 

With that, the guard sighs and gazes down at the floor next to his partner, who only barely darts his eye at him. 

"Yeah, we've been getting fewer day by day the more those happen. Better not be the next one, you know," the bald guard plainly says, only barely glancing at his partner.