I crouch down in my small bedroom, the cool floorboards pressing against my knees. My M4 rifle feels heavy and comforting in my hands as I peer through the keyhole, watching as a group of soldiers in blue uniforms march through the hallway outside. Their movements are confident and intimidating like they're not afraid of anything.
The reason why they are here is that the two sides agree to negotiate. Those two twin military officers will be the observer and middle-man in this negotiation. Personally, I think this is only a ruse to regroup and rearm each side.
I let out a sigh and lower my M4, resting it on the my bed next to me. As much as I love developing and crafting new firearms, I know that peace is the most important thing. Without it, I doubt I'll ever be able to fulfill my dream of building a fighter jet.
