General Jordan hesitated for a moment, his mind filled with uncertainty. He didn't know much about George, nor had he spent much time with him. The only reason he had any faith in George was the recording of his performance and the word of Major Ivan Sharp. "I'm taking a risk here," he thought to himself, his hand slowly extending. "Deal." Damien shook his head, turning his attention to George. "So, you're an amateur wrestler, huh? Well, I have some experience in that field as well," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Let's see... I was an NCAA champion, Olympic Wrestling gold medalist, Judo black belt, and Jujitsu black belt. It would be an honor to fight with a fellow wrestler like you. What's your achievement?" George whispered almost silently, "High school champion," as he initiated the fight with a swift jab aimed at Damien's face. Damien gracefully stepped back, effortlessly dodging George's punch. "A punch, huh? Quite interesting. Fun fact, I was an Amateur Boxing g
George stood firmly in front of Damien, his body tense with anticipation. It was the second time he had experienced this day, and he knew exactly what moves Damien would execute. Yet, even armed with this knowledge, George couldn't shake the feeling of inferiority that washed over him. He still felt small, weak, and utterly unaware of the circumstances surrounding him. But George couldn't afford to dwell on these thoughts. Failure was not an option, for if he faltered now, he would be forced to relive the entire day using his time loop abilities. Fatigue weighed on George's mind, though it didn't manifest in his physical form. It was evident in his eyes, which carried the weariness of experiencing the same events twice over. With determination fueling his every move, George launched a punch towards Damien. Yet, just as he predicted, Damien effortlessly sidestepped the attack, evading it as he had done before. Undeterred by his missed punch, George unleashed a rapid series of strike
George's eyes opened, his mind still throbbing from the overwhelming influx of information. He glanced at his watch, noting that it was only 6 o'clock. Just as he prepared to rise from his bed, a knock came at the door. "Major, I'm awake," George called out. The door swung open, revealing the figure of Major Ivan. "You recognized it was me; did you foresee it again?" he asked, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. George nodded, and the Major let out a sigh. "When will we have a day where we can simply survive without complications?" "I need you to convince the General to change his plan. Some things can't be fixed even with my ability," George implored. Major Ivan nodded in agreement. "Funny you should mention that. I was actually on my way to his office. Care to join me?" Rubbing his temples to alleviate the pounding headache, George replied, "Sure, just give me five minutes." "Take your time. Meet me outside when you're ready," Ivan said, leaving the room and closing the door be
Astentstein quickly retrieved a small smartphone from his pocket, only to find its screen shattered. "Damn it!" he exclaimed, hurling the phone to the ground as he rushed out of his room, ensuring that George and Ivan were nowhere in sight. "Sir, should we stop the Major and Corporal from leaving?" one of the guards asked, observing the Commissioner's panicked state. "Forget about them. Do you have a phone?" Astentstein inquired. The guard nodded, searching his pockets until he produced a small smartphone. He unlocked it and handed it to the Commissioner. Astentstein snatched the phone and swiftly navigated to the call application. Pulling out a small booklet from his back pocket, he located a number he had written down and dialed it. As he pressed the call button, he approached the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of General Jordan. However, the only figures in sight were the Major, the Corporal, and the remaining soldier still aboard the plane. "Where the hell are you, Jordan?"
The commissioner's hand trembled as he heard General Jordan's voice instead of General Damien's. "Sir... Where's General Damien?" Beep... General Jordan abruptly ended the call, leaving the commissioner dumbfounded. He slumped into his chair, scanning the room in search of answers. It was inconceivable that General Jordan's army could have defeated the soldiers under the command of the highly esteemed 5th Star General. They weren't even prepared for a fight. "What the hell happened...?" He glanced at the phone directory once more, searching for another number. He dialled the guard's phone, which he had borrowed. "Colonel Howard... I think General Damien might be dead." The Colonel froze, disbelief etched on his face as he looked at the commissioner, shrouded in darkness. He whispered into the phone, "Is that really you, Commissioner?" "Yeah, it's me. My damn phone broke, so I'm using this one for now. But listen, there's a good chance General Damien is dead." "Come on, Commission
"We're here, General." The pilot announced as he saw the land where they were set their base again. The sleek military planes descended gracefully, their wings slicing through the air as they touched down upon the rugged expanse of the Texas land base. The pilots then manoeuvred their aircraft, bringing them to a halt, As the dust settled and the engines powered down, the pilot looked towards his co-pilot before seeing a glim of light right behind his head. Before the window behind his co-pilot shattered, a bullet shot through his head, causing his whole body to turn lifeless and drop to the ground. The pilot quickly ducked before taking his microphone," Take cover. We are being attacked!!!" "Not here too?!" The General shouted as he peeked out of the window and could see soldiers hiding and blending into the environment; if it weren't for the light that was reflecting from their scope, he would have never known that they were there. "Sir, do we attack??!" Major Ivan ran towards
The pilot pulled back on his controls, ascending the plane to its maximum altitude. "Come on!" the pilot shouted, straining to align the plane directly above the sky. The metal covering the aircraft shook intensely, compressed by the high-speed flight. Seated in the co-pilot's chair, the Major was covered in the blood of the deceased co-pilot, his seatbelt securely fastened. The g-force pulled everyone's skin back, giving them the appearance of aging by four decades. Some even fainted due to the force. The pilot glanced at the fuel gauge, anticipating the low fuel level. With the slow leakage and the maneuvers performed, it was no surprise that their fuel was running low so early. Turning to his left, the pilot checked on the condition of the Major. The Major held onto his seatbelt tightly, struggling to communicate with the pilot through distorted mouth movements, saying, "Wha... ah ... we... asen?" "What?" the pilot asked, attempting to decipher the Major's message. But befor
"Where are they!?" The former Colonel, now turned Four Star General Howard screamed at the soldiers. "Satellites indicate they are in the Sea Base, Sir!" "Sea Base?" The Colonel paused before his phone rang. "General Howard?" Another General, who had more badges on his chest, walked towards him as he tried talking. "Wait." Howard pulled out his phone before answering it. His whole stature and persona that fit a strong and harsh leader had changed to a more respectful one, "Yes, sir?" He answered in a very polite tone, a vast difference from the one that he used not long ago. Everyone there stood quiet; they knew who General Howard was talking to. In fact, the news broke out that some unknown entity within the UN had promoted Howard for some unknown reason. And the other 37 Generals who had a position similar to the one he recently had all been demoted to Lower 4 Star General to increase the status and the authority that Howard received. But this information had been made priva