Battlefield Fanfic With A Twist

A Bump In The Road

I sigh heavily while exiting the conference hall. We had given them our plans, only in brief sentences, and received the approval of our mission. Fox and I shared a bit of valuable information, like time and certain interest points, to keep them enticed. We were warned soon after that if we are to fail that their 'Plan B' will cover our tracks. If it came to it though our tracks wouldn't be the only thing they cover up of us.
Fox places a hand on my shoulder and speaks with a bit of urge to get me out of my mood. "We will be ready in a few hours. Why dont you go rest? You will need it."
I open my mouth to thank him for his concern when a man slams into a wall not to far from us. We dont even hesitate to sub do the two idiots into tight submissions. Both men have about five to ten years on us at best. Yet they fight, and now struggle, as if energetic teenagers.
As we press the two down into the floor an associate of theirs yells down the hall with a huge smile on his face. "They are over here." He then looks again, notes how the situation has changed, and spreads his arms out, blocking the rest that turn the corner too quickly. Within minutes one side of the hall is full of men all ages varying from legal drinking age to early retirement age. Their numbers were about fifty if not more.
Fox and I shared a brief glance at each other then release to men into the crowd. The two knuckleheads begin rubbing their wrist and throat. We weren't that rough with them, these little pansies. I speak up before anyone else gets the chance to try and scold me.
"Fighting in the halls are against the rules upon this vessel, unless you are in a ring or offshore. Those that violate any rules will be severely punished." I glare stirnly at two we held down for a moment then at the rest of them. My voice raising ever so slightly in anger, "As well as to those who decided to bare witness and refused to break it up."
Some of the men were a bit taken back from my tone. They were new to the area but were not taught the rules. Whoever was leading them really must be an-
"And what consequences would be faced if they belonged to a man of a higher status than your own?" His voice was deep and groggy. He pushes a few men aside until they part as if those two were joined to everyone around them.
He resemblance was of my own but much older. A few wrinkles along his forehead, from making a scolding look at people constantly, forms slowly. He was built broad but hefty. A few old scars lay expose to the world from the dark green t-shirt he wears. He matches his shirt with an all black set of boots and military issued trousers. He smiles slowly while looking down at me, as if I were still the boy he raised. Father. The name branded on him since the day of my existence. I refer to him as Old Timer to remind him that he is never as young as he boasts.
My mind reflects back to the last memory of how we met for a split second. Screams of innocent people, a younger boys hands trembling and lastly a gun shot that splatters blood all over my face. I feel the rage return to me but refuse to act upon it. Although my fists bawl tight I finish my statement with a clear and stern voice. "They will be harmed in areas that will remind them that the rules in this station hold a much higher meaning."
I refuse to talk to him any further or any of his filth. I turn and walk away from it all with Fox following again on my heels.
One of his men step out and shout down the hallway, "If you are so bad why don't you show us what happens then? No? Then go back into your hole and get butt fucked by your boyfriend-". A knife lands firmly in his genitals, cutting him off. The man falls and grips the floor around him as he cries out in pain. Fox walks slowly up to the man, kneels down and grips the handle.
Not many know this but if Fox's buttons are pressed a certain way, he'll kill you. No questions asked. No warning. Just, bam! Dead. Fox slowly twists the knife only causing the man to yell louder. Fox places another blade at the man's neck and he slowly stops screaming. Fox sighs in irritation and is glaring a mean death stare at the fool.
"Speak or make another sound and I wont miss again. Speak about me or my friend like that again and you wont be able to speak ever again. We clear cupcake?"
The man merely gives a small nod, heeding Fox's warning. Fox turns swiftly and removes his blades from the man in an instant. The man holds his scream and grips his mouth to insure silence is given. Fox walks past me wiping his blades off and throwing the cloth down that he does it with. He is disgusted and irritated by these idiots already. Something we both share view on.