The War I Fought

New Preparation

January 23rd, 2029
4:51 AM
Atlanta, Georgia
Cargo Hold of a Numero Transport Vehicle

When White Bobcat woke up, she still had great pain in her jaw from where it had been met by a bag of metal rifles. She was in the back of a truck, sitting on the floor. Looking around her she saw six Numero grunt soldiers, one of which had a pistol casually pointed to her head. She felt the uncontrollable urge to take the weapon and shoot them all, but her hands were bound behind her back with a zip-tie. She simply studied the faces of the six soldiers. The one holding the gun stared at her with conviction in his eyes, but also with a hint of fear. She smiled warmly, which intimidated him more.

The Double-F's, properly known as the Fauna Force, were an elite group of assassins trained under LIF. There were only 50 recorded members of the group, and each one was unique and incredibly dangerous on their own. Mathis Numero feared the group, creating the 100 members of the Guerrilla Corps to counter them, training them to the point where two operatives should be able to successfully neutralize one operative. When Numero released Chase and George, he hid the fact that he was incredibly impressed that the two of them were able to take down two members of the group.

One soldier repeatedly darted his eyes from his own rifle in his lap to Bobcat. She looked over to him and leaned forward towards him, making him shake slightly. The grunt pointing the gun tightened his grip on the pistol, waiting on a move to be made so that he could blow her head off. She looked at the rifle, then back up at him. "It's scary isn't it? Transporting someone who could kill all of you?" With her words, all of the soldiers slowly craned their heads towards her, listening. "I get it, once I had to drive my boss to dinner so I know the feeling." She chuckled, a few soldiers offering nervous laughs. "But don't you worry," she said, looking the scared grunt dead in his eyes. "When everything falls apart, I'll make sure you don't fall with it." She winked to him, causing his sweating to increase greatly. "What's your name?" She asked.

     The grunt of course knew that using his actual name was frowned upon, so he perked up, regaining his military bearing. "My name is Operative Four-Fifteen. I am assigned to the squadron of Operative Fifteen."

Bobcat nodded her head, admiring his resolve to show respect to his leaders despite his fear of her. "Very interesting. Very very interesting."

Everyone in the back of the truck remained silent, as the truck continued to bump down the road, getting to headquarters quickly. Numero stood at the gates of headquarters, watching the truck pass, waving to the driver. The soldier in the passenger seat saluted his boss. The truck turned to move to the back of the building, where there was a steep ramp leading underneath the building.

The truck slowed down to a stop as they entered a wide tunnel resembling a parking garage. The back of the truck opened up as the grunt in the passenger seat beckoned for everyone to exit. Once out of the truck, the six soldiers surrounded Bobcat, one pressing her back with the barrel of a rifle, telling her to walk forward. She complied, taking slow steps towards a large gate that slowly opened to a series of bleached white cells with bright fluorescent lights, silver beds, and a toilet with a curtain for privacy. She studied the detainee living quarters, appreciating the curtain and gaining a little respect for the organization. One cell at the very end was pitch black, which was odd due to how bright every other part of the compound was. It was as if the light stopped as soon as it reached the bars. She continued to stare down at it, completely ignoring that she was being commanded to enter a cell to her right, three cells away from the dark one. With a hard jab to the side, she was knocked into the cell, struggling to her feet, her eyes full at rage at the leading soldier who checked her. Operative Four-Fifteen walked up to her, standing behind her to cut the zip-tie. He was incredibly afraid that she would kill him where he stood. However, she made no movements at all, whether it be that she did not want to hurt him, or that the five other soldiers watching her all had rifles pointed at her head. Four-Fifteen walked in front of Bobcat, nodding, before leaving the cell, closing and locking it. She smiled sadly, watching the six soldiers leave the area, their marching fading into nothingness.