Commandant and his Constructs [PGR]

Chapter 22

"Hmm. He sure is taking his sweet time looking for my gauntlets." Changyu looked over the paperwork as he sat at the Commandant's desk. He checked the time again and half an hour has passed without the Commandant arriving back. "Well... I can only entrust that he manages to find them. Seriously... how did I even lose them in the first place?" He frowned at the thought.

Looking over the Commandant's desk, he couldn't help but notice how much paperwork he had to really work on. At first, he thought this would be a breeze but... "Ehhh? Transactions? Damage repairs? Dorm supplies? Budgeting? Event handling?" He scratched his head in confusion. "He has to deal with all of this while on a tight schedule?" He couldn't help but frown at the workload placed on the Commandant's back, how that man hasn't died from overworking leaves him in utter confusion.

I wonder how he's doing anyway?

Another thought occurred...

Why did I tell him to search in the storage room anyway...? That place is cleared out as of now since we are still waiting for the supplies replacements...

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"Holy... fuck." The Commandant breathes out with exhaustion. His arms ached, and his body was slumped forth, trying his best not to fall as he winced in pain. "Sometimes I wish this futuristic door was made out of wood instead." He forced his body and ran at the door once again, embracing for impact as he tries to bust the door open with his body once again.

"Gah..! Fuck! Shit! Motherfuc—" He fell to the ground as he breathes heavily. Pain ruptured on his shoulder which he landed on alongside tried to force the door open with. "If only I had a hydraulic door blaster... or... my gun..."

THUD

He slammed his head onto the hard floor, instantly regretting it as he quickly forced himself up and gripped his head in pain. "Goddamnit! I always do stupid shit!" Long gone was his usual calm and polite demeanor that everyone knew, and instead, he cried out and cursed like a sailor. Once calming down he reached inside his sweater that he unzipped. "A Glock will do. It's a good thing I always stay strapped when I have my sweater." He pulled out the gun and aimed at the door.

He shot at the door as the bullet flew out of the chamber of his gun. Despite years of training and in battle, he still winces at the sound of gunfire. Memories of the battlefield that he does not enjoy. That he was forced to see with his very eyes. Even as stoic as he can truthfully be, he can't help but silently wince at the vibration and noise that echoed through the storage room because of the bullet. His ears rang loudly, but that did not stop him as he continued to shoot at the door.

Even after shooting a few more times, the door did not... budge at all. Not even a single dent. "!!!" His eye twitched repeatedly. "This damn door... it's mocking me." He can hear it laughing at him. Cocky and ignorant because he could not escape. He began firing repeatedly, he began to unload the entire magazine at the door.

A few more clicks and he stopped. He has one final bullet and it's not worth it anymore. The door simply won't budge or get a dent. The shells were on the floor. He groans and wipes his ear with his sleeve, the noise hurt given the vibrations of the noise all but surrounded this place.

"Ah...!" A memory triggered of him sitting at his desk. Signing a paper that had installed more durable and practical doors ever since his door to his room got busted down by Lucia. "No wonder why I couldn't shoot this door down." These must be the doors that were installed while they were out on vacation. Even so, he's pretty sure that despite its durability, most Constructs can easily break the doors apart with their superhuman strength.

He slumps down by the wall, sighing as he puts his gun back in its hidden place. If only he had his communicator with him, a phone at least. "I'll... just... wait until someone finds me. Knowing how they all are, they'll find me eventually." That's right, he doesn't have much to worry about. If he's gone, they'll find him quickly. They'll get on the search immediately...