Time Travel Second Chance

Chapter 14

As the rest of the 104th Corps undergoes rigorous training, Eren and Historia adopt disguises to blend in seamlessly among the bustling life within the Walls. They establish a clandestine clinic, its doors quietly welcoming those bearing the wounds and scars of a world in turmoil. The motivation behind this covert endeavor is twofold: to win the favor of Eldian civilians and to surreptitiously gather intelligence on the inner workings of the government and military apparatus.

Within the confines of their makeshift sanctuary, Eren and Historia tend to the broken and battered, their hands guided by a mix of compassion and determination. Each bandage wrapped and each wound stitched serves not only as a physical mending but also as a silent testament to their resolve. The clinic becomes a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty, a place where whispers of resistance echo softly in the air.

Despite having Annie embedded within the military ranks, Eren and Historia harbor doubts about relying solely on her insights. They understand the intricacies of power within the Military Police, recognizing the potential delays and obfuscations in receiving crucial information. Thus, their clinic becomes not only a sanctuary for the injured but also a strategic vantage point from which they can glean firsthand accounts and rumors circulating among the populace.

Marco gazes at the nearby fountain, its tranquil surface offering a stark contrast to the turbulence swirling within him. He stands alongside Jean, the early arrivals of their squad, but soon they are joined by the remaining five members. Among them are familiar faces like Jean and Annie while the names of the others have also found a place in Marco's memory.

It has been a week since Marco's induction into the Military Police, a journey that brought him and several fellow graduates from the Southern and Eastern divisions to their current assignment in Stohess.

Entering the Military Police with a forewarning of its corruption did little to prepare Marco for the blatant disregard for duty and honor that he now witnesses firsthand.

Hitch, a graduate from the Eastern division, punctuates the somber atmosphere with a weary yawn as she leans against the fountain. "The Military Police sure live up to their reputation. But I didn't realize they would dump all the work on us rookies. This stinks."

Marlowe, another Eastern division graduate, voices his frustration with a growl. "Bastards. Lazy, self-serving bastards."

Boris, the last of the Eastern division graduates, scowls at Marlowe's outburst. "Oh really? You chose to join the MPs, so it's not like you're any better."

Marlowe meets Boris's scowl with a defiant glare. "You're wrong. I'm nothing like them. I intend to clean up the MPs and restore them to the proper regiment they're supposed to be."

Marco feels a glimmer of hope spark within him at Marlowe's words. Perhaps, amidst the disillusionment and cynicism, there are allies within their ranks willing to fight for integrity and justice.

Boris raises an eyebrow skeptically. "And how exactly do you plan to achieve that?"

Marlowe's expression turns resolute as he straightens up. "It's simple. I'll climb the ranks until I reach the top. Once I have the authority, I'll ensure that those who abuse their power and misuse the people's tax funds face the consequences. The Military Police just needs a dose of discipline."

Hitch bursts into laughter, clapping her hands in amusement. "Wow, Marlowe, you're quite the dreamer! I never took you for an optimist!"

Boris shakes his head, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "That's quite the idealistic plan."

Marco interjects thoughtfully, "Perhaps, but I believe it's a goal worth striving for."

Hitch shoots him an incredulous look. "Seriously? You're on board with this too?"