Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 7 - Made of What Was Never Reached

READER

You and Ludwig manage to quickly catch up with Gilbert's swift team.  Ludwig hastily introduces you and Gilbert's entire face looks like it was made up of teeth as he smiles.

            It was actually really freaky.

            Gilbert notices Ludwig's pistol in your hands as the group kept moving, slowly fanning out as the dogs caught the whiff of another scent.

            You allow Gilbert to run beside you, though, because it keeps Ludwig from doing it.  You slowly drag Gilbert to the fringe of the group.

            "I totally called it when you punched him," Gilbert says in a cheerful voice.  "I was slightly annoyed that it took you so long to get frustrated, though."

            "Gilbert, if you really want me to I will beat the shit out of you once this is over."

            "A bruise will only attract more ladies, Y/n," Gilbert replies.  You ignore him.  "Aww, don't be like that, Y/n."

            "Still don't have a girlfriend?" you ask with a smirk.  The dogs had picked up the pace, having latched onto their scent.  Gilbert pulls away, quickly making his way to the front as he silently made the motion for everyone to fan out.  You try to pull away from the group, but Ludwig latches on next to you.

            "Seriously.  You're pathetic," you grumble.

            Ludwig looks at you.  "I don't want this loose end to cause the operation to fall apart."

            There's the first gunshot.  They found someone.  You pick up the pace, eyes scanning for a way to shake of Ludwig.

            The ground gets muddier as it dipped, the group now running down a hill.  You make sure that the mud would slide you away from Ludwig as you check the forest ahead for an easy tree to scale.  The gunshots get more frequent and you can hear the screams entering.

            Ludwig curses, knowing full well that some of those bullets aren't just for show.

            You grip your gun tighter as you let your feet slip.  You give a dramatic damsel in distress scream as you quickly vanish into the foliage.  Your feet are under you as you tuck the gun back into its holster and immediately scale the tree.

            You hear Ludwig shout your name, crashing through the underbrush.  If you had been knocked out from the fall, it would take a while for Ludwig to weed through the waist high plants that littered the forest floor.

            If he bothered to waste his time to begin with.

            You began to weave through the branches, careful of the little purchase you had because of the rain.

            Those hounds were well trained.  It was amazing that they could still pick up a scent through this downpour.

            Still, if one person spent long enough in one of those hell holes then they would have a strong smell, not even factoring if they had chemicals or the likes used on them.  Whoever orchestrated the escape was smart to try and use the rain for cover.  But poorly clothed, malnourished humans wouldn't get far.  Especially if they tried to free children as well.

            You whip out your phone. It was a clunky thing that was given to you by (he is seriously paranoid) Kamiel.  Next to taking calls, it could record voice and video and take photos.  That was pretty much it.  No texting, no games, no internet.  Plus, it had a USB