"Stay there." Farica shot at a few of the molotovs, but when she hit one, the fiery liquid rained down on her armor, bringing back a memory she constantly fought to keep suppressed:
Flashback: Farica glanced at her husband beside her, behind the patrol car. He nodded, the lights from the car flashing in his eyes. They were in a standoff outside of the bank, with Alphas inside, hoping to make an easy haul to find their little rebellion. An order came to move in and she rose into a tactical stance, her husband moving ahead of her. No sooner than they moved out from behind the car, someone exited the building, cloaked in flames. Her husband raised his gun and gave the classic line of freeze or I will shoot... That's where the whole thing went bad. The figure laughed, and a flash of light blasted them. Before she could do anything, her husband was engulfed in flame; a large amount had splashed back onto her, and she was ablaze as well. She crawled to her mate and tried to ignore the burning as she attempted to extinguish him. After a while, though, the pain was too great and the world went dark. She woke up afterwards in the hospital to the news that her husband was no more. :end of flashback.
Farica shook the memory and patted out the remaining flickers of fire; the rain had put most of it out. She filtered her pain and sorrow into hatred again and looked at where the Molotov rain was coming from. She took off in its direction, rifle ready.