Division-A

Episode Three. (May 9th, 2123. Division-A, South District.)

The black, ominous skies were painted over with gray clouds- illuminated by the cluster of city lights below. Branching off from the bustling highway was a muddy plot of land. Upon that plot of land sat the Grand Hall, Division-A's headquarters. The bright office lights shined through the large windows, exposing the lounging room and the secretary's office.

A limousine pulled up next to the Grand Hall. Two men came out from either side of the front few seats and walked to the back. As they opened the door, Makina already had her foot crushed into the gravel. She walked past her escorts and climbed up the slick concrete stairs to the massive pair of doors awaiting her. Two guards equipped with several sinister weapons stood beside the doors, eyeing Makina as she walked in nonchalantly.

The doors opened for her, allowing her to run her eyes over the long hallway. The carpet was a very pigmented red. Towering concrete walls decorated with electric torches lined them. Against the walls was a long line of guards, each with various unknown weapons, from start to finish.

Makina continued down the lengthy hall as the guards gazed at her, intimidated merely by her presence. A young African American girl stepped out from the long line of identical guards and began walking alongside her. She had white hair, dark skin, blue eyes, and freckles. She was quite tall for a girl her age; approximately fifteen. A red choker with the Division-A logo was wrapped around her neck. She wore a gray t-shirt, black skirt, red boots, and a strap that hung from her shoulder carrying her swords.

Makina recognized who this girl was as soon as she stepped forward. She did not say anything, however. She knew the first girl to talk would be the other, not her.

"You came earlier than expected!" The girl acknowledged.

Makina rolled her eyes. "You can thank your puppets for that. I did nothing except go along for the ride."

She smiled in return with an accompanied nod. "Anyway, it's nice to see you back at the Grand Hall. We've missed you."

"You know why I never planned to return here. However, I heard it was important." Makina looked down at her. "Was it so important that you had me escorted from school, Hideyo?"

Hideyo became nervous and tugged at her red gloves. "It wasn't my decision, it was milady's."

"I know that," Makina admitted, "but since you are her little pawn, I'd assume you would have some insight. It's you two who decided to enlist me into that school anyway. I'd rather not be pulled from something you made me do. It's a waste of my time, especially when I could be out on the battle field instead of going to damn school."

The girl nodded again. "Yeah, but-," she paused, "you might be fighting sooner than you think. You should enjoy this peace while it's here, Makina. We both know it won't last long."

"I can't wait for the peace to end," Makina said coldly.

Hideyo looked down towards the floor as she trailed beside her. Counting her footsteps, she eventually made it to a pair of titanic concrete doors that led to the leader's office. Hideyo gripped the handle and pulled the heavy doors open.

Inside was a circular room with tall, stain glass windows along the backside. Shelves stacked with books and various documents surrounded a massive wooden desk cluttered with papers and a few laptops. Behind the desk was an elderly woman with bags pulling her eyes down to her droopy cheeks. She had curly white hair down to the end of her neck where a high collared, button-up red shirt began.

The woman stood up from her chair and smiled at Makina. "It's been a long time, Makina. It's nice seeing you here in the flesh," she rejoiced with her raspy tone.