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mangled
body before him; Dimi's torso from his chest down was torn asunder.
The tangled limp mass of his intestines lay strewn across the width
of the alley, caked in dirt and clotted blood. The ragged torn
remnants of his lower chest and stomach hung in a limp mass over the
jagged splintered remains of his rib cage, the pale jutting peaks of
bone caught Baker's eyes like a hook through a fish's mouth.
    Kneeling down he slowly inspected the pitted dented
scrapes marring the blood stained bone.
    'They ate him, King; they fucking ate him.'
    Tatters of Dimi's uniform clung to the walls of the
buildings, held aloft by gobbets of flesh like a macabre meat
wallpaper. Grey, flesh caked shards of femur lanced through his
trouser leg, like icebergs floating on a star strewn ink black sea.
Kingsley could hardly process what he was seeing. The ferocity and
senseless slaughter that lay before him was akin to nothing else he
had ever seen. His mouth hung agape as he looked around him.
    'Who did this to him?'
    Baker's eyes darkened.
    'Not who King, it's a what, this is the same thing that
happened in Abu Naji, you just didn't see it when we were there.
Believe me if I get my hands on what ever did this to Dimi, they are
going to wish they had stayed dead.'
    Reaching down, Baker curled the steel ball chain of
Dimi's dog tags in his hand and with a short, sharp tug tore them
free. Righting himself, he slipped the tags into a breast pocket on
his battle vest before tapping in the GPS co-ordinates of where he
stood.
    'If we can, we're coming back and bringing Dimi home.'
    Kingsley nodded before turning and walking out the
alleyway. Lifting his fingers to his throat Baker opened a connection
to Pottergate.

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    Pottergate's slightly nasal tones buzzed in Baker's ear
a split second later, the buzzing back feed making his ear itch with
the irritating noise.
    'Baker?'
    Baker paused for a fraction of a second as he ran his
next words over in his mind.
    'Dimi's dead.'
    There was a rolling silence that seemed to drag, time
elongating as it stretched out between them as Baker waited for a
reply.
    'Noted; carry on as directed, we can deal with it once
the village is secure.'
    Baker cut the connection not bothering to reply, anger
and sadness vying for control as he walked away from the carnage
behind him. Marching past the others Baker quickly fed a fresh
magazine into his rifle.
    'Let's move, we got a village to clear.'
    Baker heard the curious call rolling over the dust laden
air to him.
    'Sergeant, where's Dimi?'
    Baker never broke stride as he moved towards a worm
rotted plank door, he lifted his boot as he replied.
    'Dead.'
    Slamming his foot into the rotted wood, he kicked it
open, the brittle worm eaten timber splintered under the assault,
spinning against its hinges.
    The weight of the door tore the hinges from the dry
crumbling block work sending it pin-wheeling into the room. The
muffled crash of the aged timber hitting the straw strewn floor
echoed out into the darkening sky’s.
    Charging headlong into the small one story building
Baker scanned left and right. His optics casting a small, green, glow
over his eyes, encasing him in the daemonic glow of ethereal green
light. His rifle barked in his hands as he squeezed the trigger,
rounds arcing through the air as they tore into the soft flesh of the
creatures before him. The bright flash of his muzzle cast dancing
shadows over the walls as he moved with clinical ease through the
room.
    The team struggled to catch up as Baker left the
building and careened into the next. Slamming shoulder first into the
door, Baker tumbled, rolling over his shoulder as he made it through
the doorway. He slid across the floor on his reinforced knee pad, the
illuminated optical sight dancing from target to target as Baker
fired driving a five point five six millimetre bullet through every
forehead he found.
    The other four members splintered like a piece of rotten
drift wood smashing against a rock. Higgins and