Voltron Global Military Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit

Gun Bunny

1200 Hours

02/10/18

New Delhi, India

The next day after being approved by the CIA, Voltron were able to continue their mission after Sendak. As usual, the analysts of Voltron secured information about one of Sendak's lieutenants first before going after Sendak himself. They eventually identified one of his lieutenants known as Bogh. It was actually the bearded man Shiro shot in the shoulder back in Al Khor. He was the only member to know Sendak's location and Voltron needed that chance to secure it.

They tracked his location and confirmed his last known spot was at the Shangri-La's Eros Hotel at New Delhi, India. Which was how the team ended up at the capital of India, placed and positioned around the hotel to wait for further orders. He was also reported to be accompanied by two members. They were also able to persuade the Research and Analysis Wing to help them out in exchange for some cash they were able to afford.

As the team waited for orders, Keith stared out at the street near a marketplace through the window. The breeze outside was quite heavy as the forecast anticipated so he and Lance stayed inside their black Nissan sedan. Their weapons were placed beside their seats in case they got out. Each of them had Kevlar vests underneath their casual clothes. The muffled wind gushed and whistled against their car as they waited in absolute silence. Keith tapped his fingertips on the armrest, letting a soft sight slip out of his mouth. No words were exchanged ever since the two got in the car.

"Hey, Keith," Lance suddenly said, breaking the silence. "Sorry about what I said back in Qatar. You did what you had to and I thank you for saving my life."

Keith didn't give him a glance. He wasn't sure whether to believe it was genuine or if it was just a sarcastic one.

"Are you saying it like you mean it or did Pidge make you apologise?" Keith asked.

"Well first off, fuck you. I'm trying to be nice and second...both."

Keith lets out a snort out of amusement. At least he was a bit truthful.

"It's alright, Lance. We're good." He said.

There was even more silence. Only for a minute.

"You wanna know how I got discharged?" Lance asked.

Keith eventually turned towards Lance, slight interest beaming in his eyes.

"Sure," he answered. "What'd you do?"

Lance remained fixated over the direction he was staring at. He looked hesitant. Shortly, Lance let out a breath under his mouth.

"I was on a recon mission at a village in Afghanistan...hunting down Talibans in short. Turns out there was only one Taliban. From. What I heard, he sounded like he was warning the villagers of something. When I reported this to my CO, he ordered an airstrike on the village because they were aiding the Taliban when they basically didn't have a choice. I told my CO not to but that bastard did it anyway. A F-17 bombed the entire village, killing everyone there. When I was told what he did, I went up to that sack of shit I call the CO and started beating his ass up. I told him I wanted to kill him. That I wanted to punch his eyes out and tear him limb from limb. But I was the one getting punished for striking an officer when he was the one committing a war crime."

Keith in his honest opinion, wouldn't blame Lance at all. He felt sympathy for him even though he was an asshole.

"The Major found me on my way to court and she managed to convince the jury to drop all charges on the condition I'll never serve the Marines again," Lance continued. "She gave me a choice to go home or serve in her Counter Terrorism Unit. At first, I woulda said no so I wouldn't have to go through anything like Afghanistan. I would rather spend time with my parents, my brothers and sisters and their kids. Then again, I love jobs like these. I get to go out around the world, help people in need and kill all of these terrorist assholes. It's the reason why I wanted to join the military."