Shining and a group of guards dawning gas masks trotted through a facility. “Anything?” Shining asked.

A guard pulled out a barrel. “Uh… we got chem’s here,” he said, noticing a chemical symbol on the barrel.

Shining raised his crossbow. “Alright, let’s go.”

They got onto the wagons. “Come on, let’s go,” Shining said. They started to drive when.

“INCOMING!”

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