Hidden Saber (OC x Rainbow Six Siege)

Chapter 17 - The misinformation

(POV) Saber

What were you thinking Saber? Picking a fight with two operatives? And in the same room as another forty of them? I must be losing my mind. First I accept a deal that will change my life forever and then I pick a fight in the snakes' den. Something isn't right with me. Something has been wrong ever since I've seen my mother alive again. I guess it shocked me too much and now my brain is scrambling to find out how, which might be the reason why I'm not completely myself.

The one thing I like about my particular predicament is the new living space. This base is the only thing keeping me here. I get my own personal quarters and a place big enough to train. To be honest, I don't remember the last time I had the chance to train. I found a secluded place outside, far away from the walking crowds and training military operatives.

I remember a certain assassin's training class my mother hosted back when I was just a kid. She taught us about the Stockholm syndrome and what it was. At first, I thought that was happening to me until I realized I really hated everyone on this base and I could easily escape if I really wanted too. I mean, you could just walk out and never come back, which takes away the feeling of being trapped in here. I might just leave someday, but I would need a bit of rest, recovering, training and a plan on finding out what happened before I do that.

It's weird, really. I have been chasing leads for many years and I always thought the terrorist I was chasing to be the ones that had raided our compound that day. Now I know I'm wrong, but I was positive I saw them shouting at... Thinking about what happened that day always makes me sad. Maybe I could have help, maybe if I wasn't so useless I could have saved some of the younger clan members.

I saw them. I remember like it was yesterday. But then why has my mother, the Hidden Assassin's clan leader, working with them now? Did she know they were the ones too attack the compound? Is it possible they brainwashed her? No, my mother is too stubborn for that. Maybe not stubborn enough? I need to find her again and find the answers to my questions. Too much blood was shed on that day, I won't forgive the people that attack us. I will bring them down, even if I have to die for it to happen.

It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul. I have questioned myself many times on how effective inflicting fear into someone truly is. Could one stare paralyze someone with fear? Would it be possible to inflict so much fear into someone that you become bound to them? That you lose your will and freedom, and become a slave? If it were to be true, then that's what might have happened to my mother, but she didn't seem scared of the terrorist when I saw here. So many questions, yet no answers.

The halls were quiet except for the sound of my footsteps. Being told that I was only a kid with blades and a bad attitude made me sound useless. Wait until they see what I can really do with my blades, I'm not useless. I guess he was right about one thing, I do have a bad attitude and that won't change.

"Hey! I know you! You're the guy that escaped!" yelled a familiar voice.

What is this man on about? Why do I vaguely remember his voice? I turned around and low and behold, it's Johnson. It's the guy that helped me get my stuff back when I was escaping. Wait, is that why he's pointing a gun at me?

"Hands above your head!" Johnson said.

I don't know whether to laugh or to comply. Obviously this man is misinformed and doesn't know I'm one of them now. Well to bad for him, I've been itching for a fight ever since I got here.

"I said hands above your head!" he said, slowly moving towards me, gun still pointed at my chest.

I have a sudden urge to toy with the poor man. I wonder if it'll get me into more trouble if I do. Meh, why do I care? How many blades do I have on hand right now? A sword and a couple daggers I think. Should be enough to teach these people not to mess with me. I could also use my throwing knives on him. Oh, that reminds me, I need to get my knife back.

"You don't want to do this" said Johnson.

"No, you don't want to do this" I say as a small knife leaves my hand and embeds itself into his shoulder.

I move out of the way, encase he had a trigger finger and fires a shot at me. By the look on his face, it's clear he wasn't ready for that. He released the gun and placed a hand over the wound, around the throwing knife. The gun clatters to the floor, the sound reverberated throughout the halls.

He seems to be too shocked to move. Obviously this man has never been in a real combat situation. Oh well, time to do some damage. I pull out one of my daggers and advance towards the man. He eyes widen as he sees me approaching.

I was about to reach him, but a shot rang out through the hall which made me halt my step. My side exploded in pain and blood started pouring out of my new wound. I hate guns. Why couldn't these people fight with dignity?

"Saber has been neutralized" came a voice from behind me, one I also recognize. "Do you want me to interrogate him or bring him to the med bay?"

I crumble to my knees, sheeting my dagger. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a woman with face paint on, the same one I met my first time here.

"Oh, thank god you're here" said Johnson.

"You need to go through basics again" said the woman. "And you. You need to stop being a pain to deal with"

She said that to my face, like I was the problem. If the other guy didn't point a gun at me this wouldn't have happened, but no I'm the problem. I was faintly aware of the thousands of footsteps headed our direction and when I was picked up from the ground, I realized we had gathered a very large crowd. One man tousled through the crowd with the same woman that tried talking to me before right on his heels.

I really hate it here.