Kovich

Regiment: Red

A/N: I didn't feel this chapter was done. It was but a petty scene, which ended up causing plans for chapter 5 to exceed beyond my satisfaction. Instead, I've added the beginning of chapter 5, which I assure you will be published in a decent time frame. Until then, enjoy. And my deepest apologies to those readers who have already read chapter 4. This was, admittedly, sloppy of me.

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            6:45 in the morning. Fresh suit, loaded weaponry, and renewed enthusiasm. Alexander stood behind Rey, peaking over his shoulder at the hairy Commander Auld who’d been speaking to the soldiers for the past few minutes. Alexander hadn’t found it a habit of failing to pay attention, but perhaps it was a bit more excessive than deviation. Alexander gave a quiet sigh, watching as a few of Rey’s cherry strands stirred in the current. He glanced about, making sure to never catch the gaze of any other bored soldiers whom stood that dreadful line of perpetuation – at least for some.

            At once, the soldiers all gave a nod – that appeared more like the movement a robust sneeze would cause – and unified a stern, “Yes, Commander.”

            Alexander watched as the assembly of black garment egressed – following each of them with his eyes as they vanished through that portal of a door that was accompanied by a guard on either side, their faces kept hidden by sleek, black sunglasses. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

            “As much as I find your obliviousness amusing,” said Rey as he dug his fingers into Alexander’s shoulder, seeking that he was actually paying attention, “I’d recommend moving along before they lock the vaults and we get trapped in this bloody place.”

            Alexander cocked his head to look at Rey. “Lock the vaults?”

            “Whoa. You really weren’t listening after all, huh?” Rey’s mouth arced into a smirk. “Impressive.”

            Rey took a hold of both Alexander’s shoulders, standing behind him whilst nudging him forward. He continued to guide the airhead through the door and up the metallic foyer. Alexander did manage to shrug Rey off before asking, rather reluctantly, where they were going.

            “I actually debate with myself whether I should tell you what’s happening, or let you scramble for awhile,” Rey admitted, fiddling with the end of his ponytail, a sadistic simper resting at his lips.

            Alexander didn’t speak a word, but instead continued to walk blind, Rey on his trail. Just as he expected though, Rey began to spill.

            “How does a bit of practice sound, hm?” he asked Alexander as he tossed his hair behind him and focused on adjusting his suit. ‘”Perhaps putting the base into lockdown. Maybe even sending a soldier or two outside. And by that, of course, I mean Regiment Red and White.”

            “Outside?” Alexander questioned.

            “A few in the air, a few on the ground; a couple in the water. You know.”

            “And we are?” Alexander began to grow more and more lost within Rey’s words.

            “The air.”

            “Meaning… we’re flying?” Alexander stopped walking, momentarily, to give Rey a look of excitement and worry.

            “Never been in a Ground-Attack?” Rey stopped too, looking down upon Alexander as though he was nothing but a child.

            “Don’t be ridiculous!” Alexander said, a bit too loudly. “Of course I have.”