UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION [BOOK 1] the daughter of a dying bloodline and humanity's strongest soldier find themselves entangled in a web of emotions they never expected to feel. but as the relentless fight towards freedom continues, they wonder if th...
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note: the next two or so chapters are all about adeline and levi, yippie!
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You left behind Erwin's office, and headed aimlessly towards the courtyard, mulling over your new offer. The conversation hadn't gone how you imagined, though you weren't really sure what you expected in the first place. They hadn't pried too deep and didn't accuse or corner you. You told them what you could, even if it didn't feel like much.
And despite proving about as helpful as a rock, they still offered you a place in their ranks.
Levi, of course, had barely said a word to you and you could tell he was not exactly thrilled to be put in charge of you. The feeling was mutual. The idea of being babysat by some scowling clean-freak with a hero complex made your stomach knot in frustration. But... you took the offer. You didn't have much choice, really. The closer you got to the top, the closer you got to Oliver. That was all that mattered.
The halls of headquarters were quieter than usual as you walked.
Most of the Scouts in the 104th that you had met- Jean, Connie- had been ordered to stay in some base camp out in the boonies of Wall Rose for questioning. Since Stohess, the Military Police were really cracking down on any strange activity, and there's no doubt after the Annie incident, that the Survey Corps were full of it.
It sucked though; they were the only people who bothered talking to you. You wouldn't go as far as to call them friends just yet, but you hadn't realized how much you'd gotten used to their presence until now. It was... quiet without them. Even Connie's dumb jokes had started to grow on you.
Oh well, being alone was nothing new. You could hold up for a few weeks until they got back. You figured a trip to the mess hall wouldn't hurt. Lunch sounded better than pacing around your room and rehashing every awkward second of that meeting.
It was nearly empty when you stepped inside, but the stone walls made the air much cooler than the late spring outside, which you were grateful for. The quiet clatter of utensils and dishes being cleaned sounded from the kitchen, and only a few soldiers lingered near the back.
You grabbed a tray without thinking and slid into a seat near the middle, picking at the food like it might rearrange itself into something edible. Spoiler alert, it didn't. Some soldiers came and went, but you minded your own, slowly biting down the grub.
It wasn't until you heard raised voices and hurried footsteps outside the hall that you looked up. One soldier sprinted past the open doors, followed by another, and another. You sat taller, heart picking up as you paused eating.
Something was wrong.
You glanced toward the handful of soldiers sitting in the opposite corner, hoping one of them might offer some kind of explanation, but they looked just as stunned. Their conversation had frozen mid-sentence and they looked amongst themselves in confusion.
