Blood On Our Hands (Red vs Blue)

A Ride

❝ Most people think that shadows follow, precede, or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, desires, deeds, impulses, and memories. ❞

-Elie Wiesel

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[ third person chapter ]

It really made them think about different ways to get across the ocean, looking out across the brilliant blue expanse and onto the oil rig out in the distance. They were sheltered by the trees, now, tucked away behind gnarly oaks and chunks of thick foliage gathered from the same area. It wasn't for protection; it wouldn't do for a decent shield against anything, for that matter. Just enough to give them some shade, and out of direct sight of the people on the rig.

Montana had checked it out a few hours earlier, resting on her stomach a few yards away from the group, her sniper propped up on its stand. She said nothing was really defining about the place, looking exactly like a standard, old, rig with multiple levels with people roaming across each one. Not as guarded as most solitary outposts like that, only with fourty to fifty people scattered aboout. It was built bigger, most likely to house the technology they had, the dorms, and a command area somewhere around it.

It was odd that no one took a shot at them throughout the time they were there, while they were roaming across the beach in open air, in clear view of the snipers. They were almost reckless in that regard, leaving themselves open for no reason whatsoever. They didn't even know why they were so obsessed with getting over to the rig; for all they knew, Hawaii - at least his armour - wasn't on it. Maybe still lost out in the forest. Not to be found by them until they had a better feel for the area. Kansas couldn't help them anymore. He wasn't helping in the first place, even before his death. Afterwards, he left them with more questions than answers.

Iowa and Alaska were tinkering with a makeshift raft, nothing better to do other than find a rather poor way of getting over to the place. If the Director or someone was watching their recordings from their helmets, maybe he'd have the decency to actually do something and help them along, send a pelican with something better than a raft made out of sticks for them to cross the gap between them and rig. No, Iowa thought. He just loves to watch us struggle in these situations. Maybe smiles at our misery. Wouldn't put it passed the bastard.

Michigan and Nevada were crouched near the last body on the path, quietly talking with each other, so quiet that not even the others could hear a knick of their conversation. Iowa could see that they weren't focussed on the body itself, more on the reasoning behind it, occasionally glancing down at something, or pointing out little things that she could see from where she sat.

CO was relaxing off to the side of Alaska and Iowa, her arms crossed behind her head, shaded by leaves over head. She was on the verge of sleep, half there, half not. She just wished she could give herself a little push off the edge so she could snatch some extra sleep while she could, while everything around them was quiet and nothing like it was on the ship. Out here, she could hear the ocean, the whistle of the wind as it streaked through the trees, the calls of the birds. On the ship, there were conversations all around her, thuds from up and down the hall from clumsy Freelancers and Marines alike. Though, she would never say she lost a night of sleep to it. Being out there, by the beach, was a welcome change in atmosphere, besides the looming mystery out in the ocean.

This mission was more of a vacation than the last mission in the city was, giving them at least some time to get some sun out in the middle of nowhere. Sure, she though, we might be surrounded by bodies, across from an Innie base, in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, but this, is, the, life. With that, she stretched her arms and legs, shifting onto her side. It was nice to relax in such a hostile enviroment. The thought made her chuckle under her breath, closing her eyes once again.