Freeagents

Freeagents chapter one

"date?" the iLog asks in its mechanical whirr.

"Three may, twenty eighteen." I say in a drone... The weight of the events of the past few years slowly creeping up on me.

"date saved. Add entry in three. . . Two. . . One." I inhale deeply and quickly regretted it.

"The events that have led to this day are the events layed out by tyrants, martyrs, rebels and men of all classes. For each held his own part of its making." I draw a rugged breath, pain coming to life throughout my person.

"All these men, women as well, were following the orders of those they thought to be right, wether the cause was true or not, history will only record the view of the victors..." I start to notice noises around me. Voices, cries of pain... The sounds of the aftermath of confrontation... Of war... I jump as I feel a hand touch my arm. I stop before I react, it wasn't hostile. I recognized it. Alice. The meaning of my existence. The only person that knew my struggles on a personal level. I come to from my reverie, looking around me, at the dust and debris, the bodies of the fallen and destruction in the room. The white walls pocked with holes, the blue carpet stained with a red that's found only on fields of battle... I look back to her. Our looks telling far more than words could describe...

She comes closer and embraces me as she softly breaths

"We're here, we were behind you the whole way." That's when I notice two still characters standing behind her. My boys. My comrades. A.C.E. and P.K.. The originals. The three of them. I know I wouldn't have made it this far without them. I nod, respect to my brothers. I receive nods in return. A sense of pride over comes me.

"We made it guys, after shit storms and close calls, its done. Now, we deal with the aftermath." I start to think of what comes next, my mind starting to get foggy from the days events coupled with the lack of sleep and possibly blood.

"I believe I need to see a doc " So they help me up and we start to leave, but we're interrupted as we turn around and notice a younger man standing in front of us. Nervously , he introduces himself as private first Griggs , Army. Great. Just what I need now. More hassle. Ha. just one thing after another I suppose... oh well. I finish my moment with Alice before I acknowledge the man standing there. hell, he looked as if he barely qualified as a man, maybe 19, 20 at the oldest.

"Sir, the Commanding Officer, Third Infantry resp..." I cut him off. "Get to the short of it boy-o. I have shit I gotta get done" I reply, probably rougher than needed. He pops too and states that the General needs to see us, Wants to get our story, apparently for a "briefing". Great. Paper work. I groan and A.C.E. mutters some derogatory comment as we follow him out of the room. I stop in the door and look back at the room with the blue carpet. It's true what they said. Great things happen in that office. History is made constantly. Well, it most certainly was made today. I just wonder if ill be made the hero or the antagonist. I turn and leave the room, following the Pfc to the lawn. I start as I take it in, it looks like a small town was set up out of tents. I see people running all over, never walking. medics, armed personell, media... the snakes they are, taking quips of a story and warping it to fit their own needs. Despicable. We're directed to a large tent towards the center of the camp. Great. Well, lets see what the General wants.