The Medic

Chapter 1- Imporant Meeting

Paris France, 9:45 AM
Y/N POV

"Bonjour Sir Kateb if you would please follow me."

I watch as the man they sent to pick me up grabs my briefcase and puts it into the back of the taxi.

Agent: I have been notified you are heading to the local prison for a meeting with Major Turner and Mr Pierre.

Y/N: The prison?

I ask the driver with a confused look on my face.

'Why would we go to a prison?'

Agent: Yes Monsieur Pierre Monet has arranged a meeting in a place not easily discovered by others.

Y/N:Ah ok my mistake.

I settle down into the smooth chair of the taxi and rest my head on the back of the seat. I let out a sigh and begin to drift off to sleep letting the bumps on the road let me drift off.
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Y/N get up, get up.

I snap my eyes open and find myself back in the Middle East on the day I abandoned everyone.

Y/N:What the fuck...

I look around and spot my private with his head exploded open, I look away already having this sort of dream many times, but then he begins to move. His before emotionless face turns into a look of betrayal and pain.

Private:CAPTAIN WHY DID YOU LEAVE US WHYYYY.

His words begin to get louder as he crawls towards me, I try and get up but bump into my second in commands body with bullet holes riddled in it. He reaches out clutching my dog tags.

Cody:You were never fit to lead Y/N your a failure and disgrace to France.

I rip my dog tags out of his hand and try and run but get my foot caught by the private.

Private:WHY WHY WHY.

He begins to pull me towards him as I see my whole platoon rise out of the ground or get on their bullet ridden feet and swarm me. I try and claw my way out of the sinking pile, as I reach my hand out of the top of the bodies I get pulled back in. My vision begins to blur and I feel like the ground is shaking.
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I jolt awake startling the taxi driver who was pushing on my shoulder to wake me.

Agent: Mr Kateb are you alright.

He looks at me with concerned eyes, I shake my head and rub my temples.

Y/N: I'm fine just a nightmare shall we get going.

He nods his head and begins for a dark building, the surrounding streets are almost empty except for the few people who aren't at work. I follow the taxi driver into the building where we head down some stairs, and he opens a door motioning me in.

I walk into the bright room and see the prime minister of France and a couple officers of his private force protecting him.