Accursed Resistance

“Henry! Listen to me! You can’t keep going the way you are now, or the Secretists are doomed, and I will NOT let my own son do that!”

“Dad, you’re not listening to me! It’s those two twins! They—”

And that was when I slapped him. Hard.

“SHUT UP!” I calmly sat down in my office chair, and motioned for him to do the same, which he did with a huff.

As he sat there sulking, I wondered if I had given him too much power too fast. It was true, he had proved himself.

Back when I had been second in command, Henry had been serving in the army, as was required of all 18 year olds. When a small Resistance movement had arisen, his unit had been called to help.

Seeing as most of these resistances were relatively small, they had been unprepared for the large assault that happened. Most of Henry's unit died in the first few minutes.

But then, Henry, just 18 years old at the time, led the remnants of the unit behind the resistor's lines and captured an entire group of almost 1,000 resistors! That was where all of the tip offs had begun that eventually led to the end of the Resistance...

But now I wasn’t sure if he was mature enough to handle the responsibility anymore…

It looked like it was up to me to help him out again.

“Henry, listen. You’re making things worse by blindly striking into the water. You need to sit down and make a plan. And stop acting like your cousins are the end of the world! What can two teenagers do? The Resistance is dead! Even if we don't catch them, how on earth can two kids change society?"

I picked up the microphone lying on my desk. "Besides, now we can wire the mike and track the receiver, so they’ll be taken care of.”

Henry looked at me like I was crazy before turning around and walking out the door with a small grunt.

As my son left, I sighed and turned back to the map on my desk, looking for possible places to hide a small group of people.

Where could the remnants of the Resistance be hiding?

The End

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