A Trap

Dust filled the air, and the ground was littered with rubble and dilapidated buildings. Bloodied bodies lay scattered on the ground. Jamison gave a stern instruction, ‘Prioritise our soldiers. Distinguish them from the enemy. We’re here to treat our own, not the enemy.’ It was a difficult choice for those who rarely saw combat. The wounded enemies pleading for help tugged at their compassion. But they knew that saving an enemy could lead to betrayal, with the wounded turning into threats. Jamison’s gaze fell on Callie, emphasising the importance of his words. ‘Let’s get to work.’ Jamison led Traci and two soldiers, while Callie, Angelia, Wendy, and two other soldiers set out to find and treat the wounded. Angelia trailed Callie but appeared distracted, constantly scanning their surroundings. She knew this rescue mission was a ruse, and the enemy’s target was Callie. Unable to harm Callie directly, Angelia aimed to add chaos to her life and see her suffer. ‘This way,’ someone called out