A Different Landing

Chapter-34

Leo's fingers hurt from filling out lists of items in one of his ever present ledgers. He glared at where Klark was sorting through crates of medical supplies. "Why is it necessary to record everything? Better yet why must I be in charge of it?"

Klark didn't even bother to move from where she was double checking the items with the mountain's records. "Because you're my quartermaster. There aren't very many of us that even understand this."

He knew she was right. It didn't help his mood. "I am a warrior, not a village elder recording crops for the winter. Or god forbid the next Iago." He shuddered at the thought of the foul man who handled the accounts of the nation. Noting the way Klark tensed slightly, his eyes narrowed.

"Klark, please tell me I'm not a candidate to replace Iago." He said darkly.

Klark finally looked up from what he was fairly certain was a tub of needles. "See the thing is Leo, you're a perfectionist with a nose for sniffing out corruption and you already understand how the government works." She patted his shoulder in comfort before moving to the next crate.

He stood rooted to the spot in horror. There was no way this was acceptable. "Does Xander know?"

"Of course, honestly I would have expected him to tell you. I know your father was pleased with the news." She spoke of his father with absolute disdain.

"How long have I been an option for this?" He asked finally. He easily ignored the nervous looks the warriors checking items against lists were giving him as he watched Klark with laser focus.

"Since Seth visited." She shrugged. "You'll serve well at the post."

Leo wanted to yell but of course that wasn't an option. With the coup coming ever closer there was only so much he could say without compromising them. Although, this explained why Bellamy had agreed to a meeting with his cursed father. Deciding that standing here stewing on his frustration at no one telling him this tiny detail wasn't going to help. He turned on his heel and headed out of the remains of the medical storage room. "I'll be back."

With even and sharp steps, he made his way quickly towards the missile silos. Men gave him nods of acknowledgement as he passed them. Winding through closed in corridors,

he wondered what sort of people would accept a cursed life like this. However, that was neither here nor there. Arriving at the larger more military based sections of the fortress, he began to pass warriors hauling the bodies of the dead. They were neither respectful nor gentle with the fabric wrapped corpses. Following the train of dead being moved, he finally arrived where the missiles were kept.

Raven was ordering men around, directing them to various sides of the large room. There was one corner where the bodies were being tossed. The various weapons that were found were brought to Raven to confirm that yes it was a weapon before being taken to a series of large bins and tossed in to be later destroyed. All in all, it was running smoothly and he could tell he was unneeded. Giving Raven a nod of appreciation, he left and headed to the floor above where the acid fog was kept.

He did not understand the fog, but he'd been assured that the remains of the ravaged room was where it was made. It seemed too small to him, but the twins had stared at him like he was an idiot for a moment too long and he'd decided to not question it further. It only took him a minute of looking in at the room where the twins were darting about doing….something, to decided that he was unneeded here as well.