Wings of Fire: Whistling Skies

Chapter 2

There was a knock on the other side of the door, the sound of knuckles hitting would banging across the room. "Come in," General Peter told the one knocking, "and be quick."

A tall, slender man walked into the room carrying documents and papers. Peter beckoned for him to sit, and he did so. He was noticeably nervous, his hand clenched, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

"Well, tell me the reason you're here," The General stated bluntly.

"We- Well sir, uhm. I have brought some news, but I can't really say its good news." He replied while rubbing his hands together. "One of our trains has, well, uhm, derailed." He said with a shaky voice. "We don't know how yet."

"That is incredibly unfortunate, depending on what they were transporting."

"Weapons and ammunition sir, and possibly some food for the soldiers. We are working on covering it up and saying it was only grain." His voice had gotten quieter while speaking.

"How about this, we find whoever made the rails and give them a 'talking to', then we can chat later," Peter said with a hint of malice in his voice.

"Y-Yes sir, I can do that."

"Good, now I think you should go back to your job, don't you think?" He replied.

"Yes, General. I will see you later," he stopped at the door, "I shall see you later."

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He shut the General's door behind him and let out a breath he had been holding, that was way too stressful for his liking. The General was just terrifying to be around, he made him feel unsafe and uncomfortable.

He walked into a nearby coffeehouse, as he was pretty hungry. He ordered his food, a sandwich along with some coffee. He needed energy to drive the long distance that was his nightmare called a job. Even after ordering, he studied the menu even more. Looking over their food items like sandwiches, salads, and even something new supposedly called a "Grilled Cheese."

He looked out the window and looked at the busyness of everything. Bikers on the sidewalks, pedestrians walking in and out of stores, restaurants and the theater. He sighed and close his eyes. He was in his own world long enough to not even notice the plate and cup right in front of him. He grabbed the op and bottom piece of bread and shoved it into his mouth. His gaze returned to the outside.

Hope there isn't a draft, he thought, people would be unhappy. Its all glory and honor as long as its not them at the front.

Of course, they don't know yet. Only few know, including me. Probably because I have to ship the munitions and everything. He stopped chewing to think, If I plan carefully, I could escape. But its a long ways to any nation not in our little pact. I know damn well they think I'm expendable, just canon fodder. I can't deal with this shit.

He pushed his seat out and stood up, then walked to the door and opened it. Due to the restaurant being dim inside, opening the door caused a flash of light in his vision and blinded him. After the flashbang he walked into the street once again. However, he went to his car instead of walking into nearby stores. When he was inside he reached for the knob that turned his radio on.

A voice came over, "Our top news: A train carrying grain has been derailed on its way to the city of Traum. The cause of the derailment is unknown, but one of the bigger theories is failure to build the railway properly. One of the crewmen was injured while the other appears to have gone AWOL. Could this be a purposeful sabotage? Nobody knows. This has been our top news."