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[center][i] September 28, 1914[/i][/center]
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[color=FFFF00][i]I better hurry. There's no telling when Imperials will arrive to investigate the explosion...[/i][/color] Reyna thought as she kept her rifle at a low ready, moving through the tunnel system. She already passed the room her and Michael agreed would be a good shelter from the explosion she would cause, but just in case she took the time to secure the room. This room did not have much: it was just an empty storage room, albeit small. There were racks for firearms and empty crates, but that was all there was to this room. No person was inside of it. 

Satisfied that this particular room was empty, Reyna moved on to toward her goal, her objective. She moved quickly, but cautiously for she didn't know when any Imperials could show up. Her heart was beating rapidly while her hands only swayed a little. Hyper-alertness was a funny thing. Every sound she heard caught her attention, if only for a split second or less, before she moved on. She never had to worry about such things back home or in the encampments.

Finally, she reached the storage room that was her target. After clearing the room the same as she did the first, she moved to the middle of the room and set down her pack. One at a time, she took out the equipment to set up the demolition charge, then finally the demolition charge itself. As a sapper, she was entrusted with the knowledge of setting up such dangerous explosives as well as how to disarm them. But, this all took time even with such knowledge of the explosives, especially since she had to put a longer fuse on the charge so she'd have time to escape. 

Right after she finished setting the charge, which took her two minutes, she heard voices. They were certainly not friendly voices, but rather Imperial voices, and from what she heard they sounded a bit rushed. Reyna figured these Imperials came to investigate the explosion earlier, or they were getting supplies for the defense against the Federation assault. Unfortunately, that meant that she had only a few seconds before they would undoubtedly search the room she was in. If they found the demolition charges....

Reyna knew what she had to do: ambush them. She didn't know how many were coming, but that didn't change what she had to do, only how difficult it would make her situation. Carefully, she hid behind a few heavy crates after retrieving her pack, crouched in darkness, attach a bayonet, aimed her carbine at the entrance and waited with anticipation.

Sure enough, what seemed to be only two Imperials entered the room via the entrance. Reyna, however, took an opportunity as soon as her sights were upon the first one who entered the room. A heavy trigger pull and a sizable rifle bullet was the end of the unlucky Imperial who entered the room first. The Imperial was felled with a shot in the chest, the man not moving as he fell to the ground. The other, however, quickly unholstered his rifle and fired a shot at Reyna's direction.

Thankfully, she chose her cover well. While the bullet passed through the heavy crate, the view between her and the Imperial was obscured and the bullet did not hit its intended target. Reyna remembered what McGriffin told her to do: if you don't know what else to do, move forward and attack. Thus, she immediately after firing and cranking the bolt on her carbine moved to another set of crates. Her ears were ringing from all the gunfire that was being thrown in the enclosed space, so she couldn't hear when the Imperial was cranking his bolt. She only knew a second shot came after her while she was moving toward those crates.

After guessing another time that a shot was pulled, Reyna charged the Imperial who was behind the corner of the entrance to the room. The Imperial fired, Reyna feeling some kind of impact before she was pointing her carbine right at the man's chest. Another trigger pull later, her gun discharged a bullet to the man's chest, Reyna thrusting her bayonet another second later again into the man's chest, this time where the heart was. A moment later, the man fell down to the ground with a stab wound in his heart and a bullet in his shoulder. 

Reyna quickly ran over to the demolition charge to light the fuse. She lit the fuse and stood back up, starting to walk back out. However, right when she did so she felt a large stabbing pain as the adrenaline in her body started to go down. By instinct, she put her hand at the spot on her torso and held it tightly. Staggering a little further from the place she lit the fuse she lifted her hand up. Already, her small hand had the red liquid of life on it. In fact, now that she was starting to realize it, she felt that liquid slowly drench her shirt. 

[color=FFFF00][i]Oh Valkyrur.......[/i][/color] Reyna was normally not a religious person at all, being agnostic between the Cruz faith and the faith of the Valkyrurs. However, right now.....

Nothing could prepare her for this. She saw soldiers who were shot before but she never thought she'd be one of them truly. She started to panic, breathing quickly as she tried to move away from the upcoming explosion. Survival was her priority right now. That is what she had to do. Survive. 

She finally staggered close to the room she cleared earlier. The long fuse should give her time to get out...if she was in peak condition. That room could provide her with protection, and it was fairly close to the place her and Michael split off. However, she was not going to make it out of these tunnels by herself now. She already felt dizzy, disoriented and her body was weakening. The wound must be worse than she thought. 

How to survive....Reyna had an idea. Actually, it was a small hope. She was not sure if Michael was gone by now, but she had to try. It was either that, be captured by Imperials, or die. With great struggle, Reyna took off her pack and the entrenching tool she had. Following that, she put her bloody hand several times of her pack and threw them at the intersection, tying a piece of her cloth over on her entrenching tool and pitching it forward as best as she could. It put great strain on her, and she didn't know if she even managed to throw it as far as she needed to, but she was desperate. It was her only hope as she felt after the shovel the strength leave her legs. She crawled inside the room for shelter, leaving her pack outside the entrance with her carbine leaned on a wall outside the room, sat against a wall, and thought about her family, hoping that she would see them again and that Michael would find her.