I mostly asked every soldier I saw in the camp but still can't find Ken. No matter where tent I randomly barged into, he was still nowhere to find. I also searched in the Humvee where he was resting the other day. Though I asked Luna and the others if they knew where Ken was, they also got no clue.
While aimlessly wandering outside the campsite, someone grabbed my hand and started dragging me. It was Ken. "I've been looking for you earlier, machine," he said, panicking. "Come with me for a sec..."
"...I've been looking for you earlier, too," I replied. "Where were you?"
"..." He ignored me and continued to walk at a fast pace, dragging me in my arm.
"...Can I ask -"
"Your questions can wait for later," he cut me off, continuing to walk at a quick pace. "Just follow me..."
"Understood... Where are you taking me?"
"Shut up and walk...."
"..."
After a minute of him dragging me, he finally let go of my arm. "W-Wait... L-Let me.... fucking.... Inhale some... air first..." he said, struggling to make up his words while breathing heavily.
"Understood," I replied.
"Y-You're... fucking lucky, you... don't... have lungs..."
"..."
I don't have any reasons to breathe so I never really thought about that. Though it would be strange for someone like me, a machine, to have lungs in the first place. And if I have one, I would be what you call a cyborg. But if that's the case, I wonder where would Mr. Aaron find some human parts... Wait, for legal reasons, it should be the other way around...
While he was catching his breath, I looked in front of me and saw a tent where weapons, firearms, ammunition, and armor are being kept. But one thing I was wondering is why a tent with important things in it would be in an obvious place like this.
"Why are we here?" I asked.
"..." He ignored me and quickly scanned through the surroundings as if he were searching for people walking by.
"Why are we here?" I tried to repeat my question.
"..." He ignored me for the second time and started picking up the things inside the tent, panicking.
"Why are we -"
"Ugh, just shut up!" he exclaimed, glaring. "Bring those things inside the tent in the nearby truck at the parking."
"..." I watched him struggling to carry a single crate.
"Just be sure that nobody sees you..." he said in a low tone.
"...Why?"
"Jeez... I don't have the time to explain!" he hissed. "Just help me with these."
"...Understood."
Just what is he planning to do with bringing these things in a truck? While carrying the crates and loading them into the truck, I noticed the soldiers who were just walking around disappeared. Only tents are all I can see from the vicinity. Where did they all go?
Twenty-five minutes had passed.
Only a crate full of rifles was left to be taken to the truck.
"Why did you join the military?" I thought to finally ask him.
"..." he stopped walking for a moment and continued to walk, carrying the last crate into the truck.
After we arrived at the truck, I tried asking him again. "Why did you join the -"
