Assault (Red vs Blue)

28: The Perfect Soldier

28: The Perfect Soldier

Present Day: Abandoned Military Base (Undisclosed location; the planet Chorus)

"I . . . Am extremely . . . fucking frustrated right now!" Felix hollered angrily as he slammed the useless sword handle on the table for the tenth time.

Locus only watched as the other mercenary continued to throw his tantrum. He'd starting leaving dents in the tabletop four hits ago, and it almost sounded as though the frame of the table was beginning to crack. Trying to reason with Felix when he was in this state of mind was pointless; the other mercenary wouldn't listen. So instead of even attempting to interfere, Locus just chose to let his partner get it all out of his system. Sharkface, on the other hand, hand't been around Felix long enough to have learned that lesson. The former Insurrectionist had an impatient air about him as he stood with his arms crossed, watching the other soldier swear and bash the currently useless Key on the table repeatedly. Felix continued to do so for several more attempts before finally giving up and throwing the sword handle onto the table.

"Get a grip on yourself," Sharkface told him curtly.

Felix stopped and turned on the other soldier. "How?! How in the fuck do you forget to mention something that fucking important?!"

"In case you forgot, we were in a hurry," Sharkface snapped back. "Focusing on handling the situation on the mountain was a bit more of a priority."

"Oh, so now you're going to claim you were in a hurry?!" Felix spat in a heavily sarcastic tone. "Hey, Locus," he said, pulling the other mercenary into the conversation. "Ya know, I was actually considering letting Sharkface here live to see life after this stupid fucking war. But since we're 'in a hurry' all of a sudden, how about we just fucking kill him now?!"

Locus grunted under his breath. "Hmph. Leave me out of this."

Sharkface uncrossed his arms and righted himself from where he'd been leaning against the wall. "I'd love to see you try, asshole."

"Ask and you shall receive," Felix snapped, immediately grabbing his rifle and taking aim at the other soldier.

"Knock it off," Locus warned. "There's no fighting between partners — that's always been the rule."

Felix lowered his rifle and looked at him. "Yeah, normally it is. But he's not one of our partners. He's a fucking idiot! And now, thanks to him, we've got a Key to a temple that does jack shit until General Coward is dead!"

Sharkface returned to his stance against the wall. "Then we kill the general. I don't see how that solution was so hard to get to."

"Shut the fuck up, fishstick. In case you haven't noticed, the grown-ups are trying to have a conversation," Felix countered angrily.

"Both of you be quiet," Locus growled. "As of right now, we have the advantage; which means we have to plan. So both of you need to quit complaining and do your jobs."

"Of course. You're the boss," Sharkface said. He left his spot on the wall again, but this time chose to leave the room.

Felix immediately turned his attention to the other mercenary. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing? You're not the damn boss of this whole operation. So why are you trying to act like it?"

"One of us has to. I'm going to sync with the Tartarus; see if I can figure out our next move. You, on the other hand, need to get your head together," Locus told his partner.