A Fallen Soldier

Chapter one, Scarlet

It was getting late. I knew this, Everyone knew this, but I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep, if you could even call it that. All it had was nightmares that kept me up till dawn, it would be hell but, I've been faced with hell before and came out the other side, still breathing. traumatised for life. Broken. but still alive. That's enough to keep me going. To live on for my parents sake. Im always the first to clock in and the last to clock out for that very reason and now i'm in my office, more like a workshop tinkering away. Working on this new device, it wasn't so hard. easy to me, I guess that's what you get when your a genius. her fathers daughter. They'd always say that, even though I think I'm more like my mother. With my ruby red hair and stubbornness and some said wit. but my eyes. my emerald green eyes came from my father. However I still think I'm more my mother's daughter. I've been working for hours now and i've been more then careful not to trigger my power, can't have sparks flying around. I raised my hand to pull my goggles away from my eyes. to the top of my head.  they were worn out, I need new ones soon. I let the tool go from my other hand and I'm now standing up fully from my desk. Looking over my handiwork it's black coloured no different from the other weapons I work with, other then things like swords and my own personal creations, my eyes fall to my desk again and its mess. Filled with blueprints, some paper work, everything, some broken devices, gears everywhere even on the floor, paperwork, and my dagger also laying on my desk.
"I need to get this cleaned up,"
I whispered, annoyed with myself like always. When I heard footsteps, just great, I thought. Did it really have to be at this hour? Thoughts started racing in my head. Who? What? Why? The normal kind of questions that any normal person would ask. But I'm far from normal I can promise you that. The steps got louder. it sounded like boots and now I think I know who this is then I heard it. One knock. Stop for three seconds, two knock's. Of course it was him, my captain the one I served under, and the one I'm quite close with. Found family.
"Come in"
I say keeping my cool he walked though the door, brown messy hair and hazel eyes black boots with a smart shirt on with a few badges, medals. He was younger then most. He was in he's late twenties to early thirties, thirty five at most am willing to bet. And I know one thing. The man is a cocky bastard, I guess that's something we have in common.
"How is my favourite deputy doing"
He smirked and his voice had that cockiness like it always has. Sometimes I wish to slap it off his face. Keep your cool. Don't do anything to stupid now.
"Captain"
My voice was calm and collected like always. Or trying to be
"What do you need? Need some new device made?"
"Not at all Thomson"
I raised an eyebrow in confusion then I spoke again.
"Then what do you need?"
I ask the annoyed tone almost fully gone but a hint of it was still there he looked at me for a few seconds before he pulled out a paper and handed it to me. A mission plan
"A new one already?"
I asked a little surprised but I'm also annoyed.
"What's this one. I swear, there giving out missions like how we give our taxes to the royals"
I said. Trying to make a snarky remark. Not my best I'd say, the captain put a hand on he's hip looking a little annoyed, but he chuckled a little, it was dry not like it usually was
"There's no time for that Scarlet. we need to focus, there's this, organisation that, well how do I word this"
My gaze turned annoyed even more then it was before. I stared at him, his hazel eyes piercing into my green ones.
"Who else is coming?"
I asked waiting for an answer. preying to god it wasn't just me and him again. He set his arm down from his hip but he raised it again just above his chest
"Daniel Anderson, Isabel, me, you"
He was counting on his fingers. He had four fingers up and showed them to me
"Who's Isabel?"
"My daughter"
My eyebrows shot up. since when did the captain have a child?
"You have a daughter, how old is she?"
"Fifteen"
Fifteen. A little young to be going on a mission, she must be quite the fighter. The captain cleared his throat, grabbing my attention again.
"A little young right? Well that's because she's a prodigy"
Well no shit, to send a actual child, your child on a deadly missions, they must be good at what they do. Whatever that may be. I nodded my head in understanding
"I can get the picture, is she a prodigy fighter?"
I asked, trying to get more Intel on this Isabel, I could see the smile growing on his face, lighting up almost.
"Not quite"
He paused, his smile growing even more than it was before, pride now showing. Cool, we get the picture
"She's a prodigy detective, we'll need her skills for this mission because it also links into at least two cases."
"Then why not hire a real detective? the one with the qualifications"
I curse at myself. Why do I always speak before I take the damn time to think, idiot. The captains smile faded a little. not much. but you could tell.
"Well, because I would like her to get the experience that she needs, her potential shouldn't be wasted by sitting at a school desk, wouldn't you say? you must know how it feels, not wanting to sit by and watch things happen, When you know your genius could do some good in the world, "
That's because I was running away for my life, you dumb fool, I never got that choice. That got under my skin even tho I knew he wasn't meaning to, He couldn't have known. For some reason, that triggers some anger in me, no. I was envying her, I haven't even met this girl, and I can already see her being a over confident little brat.