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Master Sergeant Elijah "Cryptid" Wells
September 11th, 2033
On the outskirts of Louisiana

The morning sun was rising, rendering my night vision goggles useless. I flipped up my blast shield, where my goggles were built into, and squinted at the morning light. We had already neutralized a few rouge resistance militia members, but we tied them to a pole until we returned to avoid having to drag their struggling weight behind us. Harsh, yes, but the Silent Wolves' reputation already had enough harsh reports, it didn't really matter anyway.
We reached the cabin Chief had been talking about, to find it locked shut. It was like they were expecting us, hell, they probably were.
I armed a C4, and strapped it to the door, ducking to cover as the door burst into shreds of wood, making an open gap for us to enter in.
We checked all the rooms over and found nothing but a boatload of ammunition and weapons. Where had all the soldiers to use them gone?
My thoughts were delayed by a crashing sound, followed by a slightly whispered "Shit!"
I looked at Remi, and he nodded.
"Selbz, cover me." I said, and edged towards the door where the sound had come from. With another quick nod to Remi, then Selbz, I thrust my foot into the base of the door, making it fling off it's hinges and crash into the room.
"Freeze! Don't move or we will fire on you!" I bellowed.
But I lowered my weapon when I saw the kid, Klip.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I spat, furious.
He rose to his feet, looking confident, but cowered when he realized I was a good head taller than him.
"I just wanted some real action! Not all that fake stuff, like guarding weapons caches and cleaning transports!" He said, pumping his fists in the air towards me.
I grabbed hold of one, and spun it behind his back, pushing forward till he cried with pain.
"If you want to fight real battles, kid, you've gotta learn some stuff." I muttered in his ear, releasing him.
Remi glanced at me. "We can't leave him here, he'll be a sitting duck all alone."
I sighed, and nodded. "Fine, kid, your with us. For now."

That is a very nice and very old antique foot-pump, bellows driven church organ. It had all these super cool wooden stops you could pull out or push in the adjust the sound.

Strictly a "no-touchie-touchie" item for little boys with busy fingers. Yeah, right... that's gonna happen.

The thing sounded like a cross between an accordion and a set of bagpipes, and poorly played ones to boot... You could lead a charge in battle with this thing. Strike mortal dread in the hearts of your enemies and all that...

This well-crafted instrument, in its day, was used to play hymns praise the Glory of our Divine Maker. I can only imagine the celestial result of my tender ministrations... I only knew how to play one song really well, so I played it a lot.

Kumbaya...

Angels wept.