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Code Purple

             The enemy was relentless.

             We were losing people left and right. Gunshots mixed with the sounds of screams. Friends fell to the ground. Wounded were retreating. Blood was everywhere.

             Hope was gone from the eyes of my comrades.

              Please, I thought as I looked at the general, Please let us use it. But I knew he wouldn't. Not yet. His eyes were glued on the enemy, only pausing his firing to reload his bullets. Despite the mass of loss on our side, he seemed confident in us. He was probably the only one.

            And then he fell too.

            I rushed towards him, applying pressure to the wound in his chest.

            He was struggling to breathe. The bullet pierced his lung.

           "We gotta get you out of here, you need medical attention."

           "No, you gotta tell them..."

           "Tell them what?" I asked, thinking of his wife and son, not of the plan or the others on the battlefield.

           But he only grinned at my question, "Tell them to give 'em hell." Then, he went limp in my arms.

          I closed his eyes, and laid him down on the ground. Taking his megaphone, I yelled into it, "CODE PURPLE!"

         It was time to use our secret weapon.

         We finally had a chance.

         Everyone dropped their weapons and the enemy ceased fire, expecting us to surrender.

        Then to the enemy's surprise, everyone, men and women alike, took off their shirts. And we fired at them. Within minutes, the enemy perished.

        Code purple: Weaponized. Laser. Nipples.