The Fate of it All

As the commander who had been put in charge of this operation got word of the communist refusal, he ordered them to do something unexpected.

"Send them in." The commander whispered.

"Send who in, sir?" A soldier asked.

"The clean up crews."

A nervous and frightened look crossed the soldier's face. "Yes, sir. It shall be done at once." The soldier replied shakily before exiting the office.

Within the hour, the communists were struck with chemical flames. The emotionless gas filtration masks marched onward, burning the communist resistance. They flushed the rebels out of buildings, burning the buildings until there was no choice but to surrender, and face the monsters in the masks. The flames of justice were upon the communists. And there was nothing to put out the flames of war.