Blurred Deception • MacCready

07 | Morning Mania

The morning brought a muggy feel to the air, the odd warmth producing beads of sweat along my temple, as I finished tying the laces on my combat boots.

I rummaged through my box of gear, producing the 10mm pistol, instinctively checking the magazine. It was full, good.

I tucked the weapon into the waistband of my grey shorts, covering it with my dirty green shirt.

Alright this was day two. I now had a squadron and a Sargent, in which I needed to obtain information from without drawing any suspicion. My ears will be listening and eyes watching for any signs of this vault.

My stomach grumbled, reminding me of breakfast. The clock above my bed told me it was 7:00am, food was being served.

I licked my parched lips at the thought of food. Gathering all my hair up into a loose bun, I walked towards the door, locking it behind me, as I entered the hallway.

The endless halls were empty, not a soul in sight. I heaved a sigh looking down both sides of the hall. Now to remember where the canteen was.

I limped down the passageways, wincing occasionally from the wound in my leg. My sense of direction is horrible and it seemed I was walking in circles. Kaz was my map guy. Whenever I got us lost he'd easily lead us back on track, memorising where we've been. It was like his sixth sense, it never failed him.

But my map guy was gone and here I was endlessly trudging down these similar hallways alone.

I rounded a corner, scanning for any signs of the canteen or a person. Nothing, just more locked doors and small passageways leading further into the complex.

I huffed a sigh and picked up my pace, footfalls echoing off the walls, numbing the still silence.

I watched my boots as I limped along the wooden flooring. Fuck. I was lost, of course I was lost. My hands rubbed my forehead in frustration, as I rounded another corner. My eyes flicked up to scan the hallway in front of me only to be met by someone's figure, a figure that I crashed straight into, landing on my ass.

"Ouch, watch where your going next time." A familiar male voice filled my ears.

I rubbed my eyes, looking up at the man above me. Piercing blue eyes met mine and a frown plastered on his lips. He was missing his cap this morning and his thick hair was messy like an untamed forest.

"Sorry Sargent, I was in a rush." An awkward smile tugged onto my face.

MacCready shook his head, a smile replacing the frown and knelt down, extending his hand to help me up.

"Your lost aren't you??" He stated, pulling me up to my feet.

I nodded in defeat, "yeh I am, just trying to find the canteen."

"Well for one thing your heading in the wrong direction." He chuckled, turning to walk back the way I had come, obviously motioning me to follow him.

• • •

The intoxicating smell of freshly cooked food indicated we were heading in the right direction. It fill my nose, drawing my pace faster.

Loud chatter instantly filled the air, as we entered through the massive doors of the canteen. Gunners occupied tables spread around the large room, while cooks rushed around behind glass counters lining one of the walls. Pots were boiling, meat sizzling, the smell was amazing!

MacCready headed into the crowd of people milling around and I had no option but to follow him.

"Morning Sargent." MacCready came to a stop, as a gruff voice greeted him. I stood awkwardly next to him, looking at the small group of people seated at a table before us.