General John Reynolds looked out at the wasteland. At first it looked like a lifeless landscape. But upon closer inspection, you would see bunkers in the ground everywhere. Every minute or so you would see a soldier run from one position to another. Then there was the occasional gunshot or explosion. “This has been going on far too long,” He said. Suddenly, a knock on the door. “State your number” He said. “Q-68594” A muffled voice responded. “Shit…Come in” John said. The door opened and a man wearing a gas mask entered the room. “We have suffered heavy losses but found an enemy tunnel” The man said. “Do they know you have found it?” He asked. “Good, I'll be sending a dozen fungi-fume grenades.” He said. “Sir, are you sure? Even the best gas masks in the world can't protect someone from those!” “Yes, I'm sure we have antidotes that can keep someone alive until they can be transported to a hospital.”

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