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beat him to it, reigning blows on him which were easily blocked and avoided. Cook’s fellow squad members waded in, swinging indiscriminately and attacking anyone who was nearby. Denton was knocked to the floor as someone barged into him trying to get towards the three men from the Apex team, which he would later think probably saved his life. All around him had become a tangle of flailing fists and kicks, shouting and grunting. Denton wasn’t surprised to see that against all odds, Cook and the Apex team were not only holding their own, they were winning.
    An Asian soldier who was already bloodied unhooked his knife from his belt and waded back into the mix. From his vantage point on the ground, Denton saw it clearly. The Asian stabbed Cook in the stomach at least a dozen times, driving the blade up to the guard several times in quick succession. Cook didn’t flinch. He shoved away the two soldiers he had been comfortably holding off and turned towards the Asian, delivering a vicious open palmed strike to the man's throat, crushing his windpipe. The Asian man fell, dead eyes unseeing as he landed. Denton looked up at Cook from his prone position on the ground, eyes filled with terror. Cook was smiling. He wiped the blood from his stomach. Impossibly, the wound had already stopped bleeding. The two men stared at each other for what felt like an eternity until Cook grinned and turned back into the brawl.
    It was then that those eternally trusted instincts told Denton that he had to escape.
    "Kill them all," Cook said to his two colleagues, still calm, still not breaking a sweat.
    The reaction was instant. It was almost as if until then, they were doing just enough to fight off the other soldiers.  Denton saw bones snapped. Eyeballs plucked from sockets, faces stamped on until they were no more than bloody pulps. The yard was fast becoming the site of a massacre. Cook was laughing, yellow veins standing out in sharp relief in his neck as he led the attack, his squad members destroying their fellow soldiers with vicious disregard for the fact that they were all part of the same side. Some had seen how things were going and had decided it was best to run. Denton was in complete agreement. He scrambled to his feet and ran towards the entrance to the base. Robbins was standing there, watching the carnage, unsure how to react, untouched bottle of Pepsi in hand. “What the hell's going on here?" He bellowed as Denton raced towards him.
    "Go, run," Denton said, able to hear the fear in his own voice.
    "What do you mean, run?"
    "They've gone crazy! They’re killing people in there."
    A shadow of fear passed over Robbins's face, and he dropped his Pepsi to the ground and started to back away, trusting the same instincts as Denton which told him to put as much distance between him and the carnage in the yard as possible.
    "It's the Apex guys, isn’t it?" Robbins said as they hurried towards the entrance to the base.
    Denton hesitated and tried to figure out what had shocked him more, the fact Robbins knew immediately what had happened, or that he didn’t seem at all surprised. "Yes sir, it is."
    "Inside," Robbins said.
    "We need to restrain them, sir, we need weapons."
    Robbins shook his head and gave Denton a look he had never seen from the commander before. It was a look of a man who was afraid. "Weapons can’t help us. Come on, let’s go."
    "What about the others?"
    "They’ll have to fend for themselves." Robbins said, knowing how he must sound. Cold and callous.
    "Sir, we have an obligation."
    “Our obligation is to survive. Now get inside. That’s an order.”
    Denton did as he was told, jogging up the steps and keeping pace with the commander as they headed back towards the base. "Did you see this happen?" Robbins asked.
    "Yes, sir. I was right there in the thick of it. The one called Cook… he’s….something’s wrong with him."
    Robbins nodded, brow furrowed. "You need to come with me.”
    "Where to, sir?"
    "Away