Knowing I had to let the base know we’d been infiltrated, I stumbled to the emergency button. I feel short, and only hit the button when my hands flew out in reflex. Red lights began to pulse angrily, and alarms screeched. How fitting. Quickly, I jammed the panic button on my suit so a team would find me. Or at least my body. I wasn’t going to be just another casualty, I knew that. I’d be famed for what I accomplished at only the age of 19. I had been attacked, and most likely killed by the leader of our foes. But I had returned the favor. We were the perfect pair of famous and infamous. I leaned on the cold, plate metal wall at thought this. By now though, I could hear people screaming for me, people carrying me away for a medic, the look of of sheer horror on Orscha’s face, and the looks of awe as people stood above the dead body of Millicent Mandaros Petrolovi the second.