SRT: A new day

Building a resume

Stumbling through the barracks, Jason hit a bunk with his back. Exhausted, with still some crusted blood in his ear from his last fight. Since the incident in New York, he worked furiously on his SRT career. His ascension to his rank 5 had been relatively swift, though he was stuck now. He needed to take down something big to get past the R5 threshold. On his own, he simply would not be making it happen. Yet making friends was far from his forte.

David too was present in the barracks. Trying to focus on the tv hanging in the corner of the room to get his mind off of the endless rambling of his living spear, who was busy dismantling a G36C and explaining every single thing he was doing in the most annoying manner possible.

"And anoda pin. Dey put a lotta pins into deese things don' dey?" The living weapon threw another pin over his shoulder, hitting David in the back of the head.

Both he, and Jason, turned to the weapon simultaneously. Speaking the same words. "Shut the fuck up."

"A-alrighty boss..." The fiery spear shut itself up, now quietly disassembling the weapon instead.

The two shared a look at one another, before getting back to watching tv. Supposedly, the general was making an announcement today.

A newscaster was talking about recent topics. Wildfires in California, as if that was news, and the newest robotics in Asia. Then, as the newscaster announced yet another press conference, the face of the general standing on a podium filled the screen. He seemed concerned, tired, and dis-settled in a way.

"Citizens of SRT. I have..." He halted for a moment, as if trying to determine just what he was going to say. "I have dire news... At 0200 hours eastern, today, the terrorist more commonly known as the leech has escaped a high-security facility in Austria, known as the Tenacti. In the process of his escape, 34 soldiers and 7 scientific staff members died from corruption. We are currently working on quarantining any further spread. So far, there is no need to fear any outbreak, nor do we believe any such outbreak will occur, due to information gathered during imprisonment."

The general kept talking, but David couldn't hear it. All his mind was set on was that Riachi was out and he had no idea what to do about it. His ears were buzzing, while his eyes started to see starts. Until his eyes shifted to what was before him. Riachi, though he knew well it wasn't the real one, though that certainty was a little less present now. "You knew I'd get out eventually. Don't lie to yourself, David. Just give up, tell the general. Face your sins." 

Jason too was silenced by this announcement. Not because of the fact Riachi had gotten out, but because he missed the way he could hear his mother call out questions to the general after such an announcement. He viewed back old recordings of those announcements, just to hear her voice again. That was really all he had left, beside the handkerchief. All their belonging had been hit by one of the many explosions. Their home and all in it pulverised.

"Oh I heard o' dis guy! What a bimbo." The spear punctured the grieving silence of the two.

Both the men once more looked to the spear, then, to one another. Until Jason spoke. "You wanna kill a chimera?"

"Why not." Taking down a chimera was sure to keep his mind clear. Cox could go take care of whatever damage control they would have to get into soon, if their co-operation with Riachi would at all come to light that was. David didn't care any more. He did not have the heart to tell the general what he knew, but he hoped he would find out on his own. That the general would force him to admit everything he had done. Or rather, what he neglected to do.

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Time went fast for David. The thought of the leech, the abominable terrorist and, in a way, the saviour of all life on this continent, created conflicting emotions. He was still a murderous lunatic, responsible for many deaths. Especially among the spec ops ranks. He had seen for himself of Indigo was killed, in the midst of the headquarters, among many spec ops soldiers, while the perpetrator was right in front of them. How he smiled, as Indigo squirmed in a painful death. Or how vicious  Riachi was in killing his targets during the missions they shared. Yet, at every turn, Riachi was so certain of his own righteousness. So much so, that David found himself almost being swayed to believe the same. Almost.