Just Your Average Army (JYAA)

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(Yeah lol be prepared for spamming :D at least until ... 19?)
-Pat pov-

The trucks had come to a stop at the base, were they were searched for enemy stowaways and trackers. Any enemy stowaways were shot in site. Paul and Pat went through the checking procedure on most of the trucks, when they reached the last one. They opened the back of the truck and headed in with their guns loaded. They were surprised to find two girls in the back. The smaller one of the two was standing protectively in front of the taller one. They weren't dressed as soldiers, but Paul and Pat knew to expect anything.

“State your name. Or be shot on site.” Paul commanded, still pointing his gun at them.

“Put the gun down and maybe we will.” The smaller one growled, but the two soldiers did not lower their weapons.

“Experiment s.c 3038, Hyacinth Snowdin.” The taller one said putting her hands up in surrender, the shorter one pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. None of what she said had made sense to the soldiers except for the part ‘Hyacinth Snowdin.’ They then looked at the shorter one.

“And You?” Pat asked, lowering his weapon a bit, she looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Experiment s.c 2937, Kathiren Snowdin.” She growled glaring at her sister. They pulled out cuffs and she looked at him. “I'll follow you. I do not want to wear those again.” She stated with a flinch at the thought of the glowing blue cuffs.

“Well it's protocol so you have too.” Paul sighed, putting the cuffs on her with much difficulty. As soon as they were on, there was an audible click as they opened and fell off. “How the fu-”

“We can only wear a certain type of cuff and you don't have them.” Hyacinth sighed and shook her head.

“We’ll. Just. Follow. You. As long as of course you don't take us back to the other army.” Kathiren said angrily, “I don't want to deal with that shit hole ever again.” Pat was surprised, from her looks she appeared to be about 10 or 11, but she spoke like an adult.

“How old are you?” He asked and Kathiren shrugged.

“23.” She replied flatly, pointing at her sister, “and she's 20.” The two soldiers looked at each other and Paul took his radio off his belt. He switched it to the Leader's channel.

“Hey, R.L. Me and Pat are bringing some stowaways to your office. Do you Copy?” He said into the device, there was a brief moment of static.

“10-4, are they Prisoners?” Came the reply.

“Um.. We are unsure yet.” He stammered, “You'll see.” He added,

“10-4 I'll be waiting.” Pat nodded and grabbed Kathiren’s wrist, she flinched and pulled it away, before giving him her other wrist. Paul did the same to Hyacinth before they exited the truck.

“Are you all related? Like Married and parental?” Kathiren asked and the two of them flinched.

“How did you-?” Pat began but she cut him off.

“Your leader did not sound as commanding to you then he did to the other soldiers driving the truck. Also you both have rings on your hands.” She explained with a shrug, “I notice the little things.”

“You escaped the lab 50 different times.” Her sister added, Kathiren let out a sigh. Pat looked at Paul as they began to walk down the corridor to the Leader's office. They opened the door to Tord's office and lead the two in. Tord was at his desk, shuffling through papers, with a cigar hanging out his mouth. He looked up and saw the four of them enter his office. Paul and Pat dropped the sisters’ arms and saluted him.