You grabbed your uniform, pulling it over your body. It was always a struggle getting dressed this early in the morning, what time was it?
You looked over at your clock and read the time 0400. why did it always have to be so early. It was like every time they needed you was at some ass crack of dawn.
You rushed out of your barracks and to your car, your seat was as cold as your bosses heart. You rushed to the headquarters, making a mad dash for the meeting room that you were called to.
"You made it on time, good job."
Your boss said, he sounded a bit sarcastic about it but you just shrugged it off, no need to start anything this early in the morning.
"I'm always on time."
You scoffed, taking a seat in your usual spot at the table, looking over at the pot of coffee. You wished before you sat down you got a cup, it would help you stay awake during this meeting.
You didn't want to be there at all.
You never wanted to be at these stupid meetings.
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"No, I don't even know what that guy looks like. There's no way I'm working with him. Assign me to someone else, there has to be someone else!"
You pleaded with your commander, glancing at the veiled man in the other room. How you dreaded working with such an intimidating man.
"No, now go get to work. I want you all out and ready in 3 hours."
You whined and dragged your feet as you walked over to the man, König...they said his name was König.
Fucking hell, you'd have to get use to saying that kind of name now. You took a seat at the desk in the far corner of the room, just watching the man stare off into oblivion. He looked like he had a lot going on in his head, a lot.
"Are we going to go...or not?"
You mumbled, something deep down hoped he didn't hear you at all. He stood up from his seat and walked over to you, motioning towards the back exit.
"If you want to go then let's go, it doesn't take that long to get suited, I thought we could rest before we leave."
You were in awe at how tall this man was, he towered over you, making you feel like you were 10 again.it made you feel inferior. You hated that.
"Fine, if we're late it's you're fault."
"That's fine by me because it won't happen. Unless you want it to."
He turned away from you and back to his seat. Probably back to his music because he didn't reach for anything, just sat there looking out the windows.
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"I-5. Do you copy?"
"This is I-5, what's up?"
"Head over to that hospital on to your left, I think you might find the kid there. Ya know, find the kid find the parents kind of thing. I can find the room number while you make your way there."
You looked towards the blue painted building, a big cross on the side of it, the words "urgent care" in bright red at one of the main entrance. You could make it there in 20 minutes, the place you were at wasn't the closest. You had to walk down the flights of stairs that got you up to that rooftop. Find your way to the hospital and then get the directions to the child's room.
