Outskirts of Credence Airfield
122nd Parachute Company

All Visa, all Visa: from Visa Yses, be advised, we will try the megaphones again. I will join Visa Bettu. Visa Bettu, acknowledge, over.

Visa Bettu, Visa Bettu?!

It slowly occurred to Private Jimm Timmlu that the barrage had ceased and that the platoon commander was waiting for him to respond. He reached for the radio.

"Roger, out!" yelled Timmlu from behind the gas mask.

He wiped a thick layer of mud off from the lens pieces and gazed at the battlefield in front of his foxhole. To his surprise it looked just the same. There was very little movement on the enemy's side. But what was that? The young private quickly looked down the scope of his rifle. He wasn't sure now either. Maybe there was something behind that car thing?

Then he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. It was the platoon commander.

"Someone still out there, Timmlu?"

"Not sure. I may have seen some movement by the technical vehicle thing."

"Acknowledged. Please keep an eye on it for me. I'll attempt to communicate with them again with the megaphone."

Timmlu looked up at the platoon commander.

"But Innienn, I don't think it will work with the mask."

"I know..."

It looked like Innienn's eyes smiled from inside the mask. But there was also resolve in the gaze. Innienn picked a colourful pen-like thing out from a pocket on his vest. He removed a plastic strip and turned the upper part until there was a click. He then put it on his left thigh and punched a knob. It was an injector with a prophylactic substance.

Innienn took a deep breath and took the mask off slowly. Seeing that Timmlu looked at him instead of down the scope of his rifle, he simply nodded towards the field. Timmlu understood. He picked up the megaphone.

"Soldiers of the RIM! It is over! It is time to end this! Further attacks will only waste lives and accomplish nothing!"

Innienn inhaled.

"We have medical aid for you. We have food and shelter. Lay down your arms and let us end this! You will nt be harmed!"

Innienn inhaled again. Would the injection work? He would soon know.