This is a little oneshot that got stuck in my head and wouldn't stop nagging me until I wrote it

This is a little oneshot that got stuck in my head and wouldn't stop nagging me until I wrote it.

Death.

It's amazing how such a small word can mean so much, and yet so little. One word cannot describe the agony I am feeling, how I am torn up inside.

My palmtop bleeps.

'Game Over' is written on the screen, but I cannot bring myself to care.

I do not care about anything, anymore.

It started off as a simple mission – go in, get the evidence, get out. But it all went horribly wrong.

Now two of us are in critical condition in hospital, Li with a gunshot wound. And Amber. Amber is dead.

I know that Alex blames himself – he was the unofficial leader, the anchor of our team. Li probably does too – If she hadn't gotten caught, Amber would still be alive.

But I know the blame rests on me. How ironic – I killed the only girl I truly cared for.

If I had noticed that camera, cleverly hidden inside a fake lizard, Amber would not have gotten caught. They would not have tortured her until she died for information about me.

She died to save us, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I would sacrifice myself, if that means she would still be alive.

Now Alpha Force is no more.

Amber is dead.

It is Game Over.