Uprising
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"Oh shit," summed up most of Isaac's reaction. Sergei, who had very nearly fallen asleep again, started awake and looked towards him.
"What is the matter?" Sergei inquired.
Isaac stared out the window, slowly shaking his head, "Someone must have screwed something up big time because the night sky just vanished."
Sergei sat upright, causing a flare of pain to stab through his wound, "What?" he asked, wincing.
Isaac turned towards him. "You heard me. The stars, the moon; it's all gone."
With a light crackling, speakers and intercoms in the library came to life, playing a pre-recorded message. Everyone in the room remained quiet and wide-eyed at the content. "Son of a bitch," Isaac whispered as the message began to repeat itself.
Sergei wore a heavy scowl, his teeth clenched. "Looks like we are not quite finished with this after all, my friend."
"No, I guess not." Isaac gave a thin, humorless smile, more like a grimace. He felt his anger start to boil. He returned his gaze towards the outside, still shaking his head. This city is going to get torn to shreds, he thought.