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Walking through the snow, you focused on the mission at hand. Chris had planed to kill that bitch Miranda and to destroy the Megamycete including the town. With that on the table all of us had a task to watch over the lords and Ethan. You had tasked to closely watch certain Heisenberg. From the descriptions, he lived in the factory and build [CENSORED] as it said on the documents. Apparently, he was very recognizable as he was armed with a harmer made out of metal, his gray-ish hair and his old fashioned, fashion sense.
“Alpha, moving out of MR (Moreau’s reservoir), will be in HF (Heisenberg’s factory) area soon.”
“Good, stay safe and out of trouble, only observing.”
“Understood.”
You walked to a safe place and landed yourself down on your stomach and took your binoculars. You needed a few minutes to adjust them to finally see what he was up too. You were aware of a possible secret underground in his factory but there was still uncertainties about it.
It peaked your interest.
But would you go out of your way? Would you disobey Chris’ orders?
Maybe but not today. Not until you knew exactly who you were against.
And that you made sure of it, check each centimeter of the area, moving around and checking different angles of the factory.
While doing your own little researches around the factory while still maintaining a distant, you thought of what kind of thing this man was. What did he do in this factory and just... why so secluded of the village as well. As you were pondering on those questions, you heard your superiors call you back to the base.
Getting up from your spot, you walked around the factory to meet your boss. You pressed your gun against your chest as anxiety filled your body.
A pair of eyes were watching, and they were near.
Looking around and remaining calm, your eyes fixated on the factory window. A silhouette stared at you and left. Unsettled, you went back to Chris.
A day or two went by. Honestly you don’t even know as your curiosity made the hours faster. You knew the perimeter perfectly now and the underground factory was now a fact. In your stay in the cold you found some small trinkets such as old cassettes or a Walkman. Luckily they both matched. That’s a realization you made off duty.
Putting them both together would result in some tunes. Well at first it was pretty bad, just someone learning how the guitar works but by minutes, hours, the strings finally relaxed, the voice was rough but comforting. It was finally good, amazing to be exact. It was smooth and appeasing.
Made you fall asleep after hours of staying up and listening.
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Waking up to a monologue from the tape, you blinked a few times and listened.
“-It seems like the Cadoux is finally doing its work, now to-” You stopped the tape and got ready to go. You hadn’t realized that you left the tape running all night.
You saw Chris and asked for any news but to his despair, there was none.
You got yourself ready, from ammo, to your knife, riffle, radio and the tape. You sneaked it in for Chris not to see evidence or any source of information. Yes, it felt so wrong in your eyes, you are supposed be on his side but now, it felt that you were the enemy. While walking in the deep snow, you felt guild, so much guilt that you didn’t want to look at it anymore, or even listen to it. But there this sense of missing this object, somehow you were now attached to it. You kept it close, in no way would you discard it.
Arriving in front of the factory, the atmosphere somehow changed. Walking to your spot, yellow paint were soak in the snow, forming a trail. You froze, looking down at the almost disappearing paint. Bad decision after the other you decided to go, even with the clear red flags, you went. Following the trail, you sneaked and tried to not make a noise. You smelled the chimney smoke and covered the lower half of your face with your turtleneck. Entering the factory, you could hear metal smashing on each other, smell the smoke and see mechanism turning clock-wise. At first you didn’t think much of it but the more you looked, the more madness was instore for your eyes.
Discreetly walking to a small room, you distanced yourself from all the deafening noises. Looking around you found a suspicious wall. Looking closer, some fabric was hiding some pictures but what caught your eyes was the usage of red that you could see. You peeked, gently lifting the fabric and the first thing that caught your eye was a picture of Chris on the top right side of this planned schemed.
You frowned at the sight of your captain until you heard footsteps. Gripping your rifle, you suddenly turn around, aiming for whatever was coming.
“Finally you came and showed up.” You heard. Scanning the room you waited for the anonymous speaker to make their entrance.
“Show yourself.” You said with a sharp deliverance. You waited for a few seconds before the man walked himself out of his hiding place.
He was tall, walked like a cowboy and had his cigar in hand. He looked up and looked at you. You stayed still with weapon in hand and stared at the man. You noticed that he didn’t have his hammer so you relaxed your muscles but still kept your distance.
“So you’re Heisenberg.” You said. For moment he didn’t respond, only chuckled under his beard and shook his head.
“That’s me, and you are my little stalker.” He said pointing the cigar at you. You slightly lowered your riffle but quickly turned back to your original position.
“What should I call you..” He said while rolling his tongue on his cigar. He looked at you for a response but you frowned and stayed guarded.
“What are you planning.” You said in a monotone voice. He smirked and looked down.
“What am I planning?!” He parroted.
“I’m on your side sweetheart, I want to kill that bitch Maranda and destroy this village!” He exclaimed in a rough tone. He walked slightly closer to you before he heard a small ‘click’ from your riffle as you were ready to shoot.
“Enough with the threats!” He groaned as he raised his hand. You blinked a few times before you felt your riffle slip your hands. Quickly you took grip of it only to be dragged closer to him. You decided to let it go and not take the risk. Your legs weren’t steady and you fell on your knees, however your hands was ready to grab your pistol. But to your surprised, he threw your riffle behind him like a toy. Your eyes widen when he walked towards you and bend himself to your level. His eyes met yours, the intensity and determination in his pale, green eyes under his shaded glasses unsettled you slightly. He looked away and stood up.
“Sorry about that..” He said as he reached his hand for you to grab it. Of course, at first you hesitated, but he seems the most human out of everyone Lords description.
“No firearm..?” You ask. He only shook his head and you took his hand. He dragged your body up to a standing position and took a chair.
“Sit.” He said as he placed the chair on the ground. There was silence in the room but you decided to sit. However that didn’t mean you were defeated. Crossing your arms, you looked at the man walking around the room to find his words.
“So, what the hell are you planning?” You asked with a bit of annoyance. He looked at you and walked to the fabric. With a snatch, the fabric was on the floor to reveled, picture, maps and documents stuck on the wall.
“ To kill this village, to have my freedom back!” He looked back at you and met with your doubtful face. He cleared his throat and continued.
“I need you, your squad, Ethan, as much people as i can to accompany my army to victory. And that kid, she is powerful! Even Miranda’s scared of her!” He clenched his fist and raised it to the air, victoriously.
“Your army?” You questioned. “What kind of army do you have?” He stayed silent and frowned. You didn’t want to anger him more than he was so you too stayed silent.
“They’re dead, but efficient.” He responded.
“You unburied them!? That’s a-” You exclaimed before being cut off.
“I know that! I fucking know it’s immoral... But it’s the only way-” He yelled.
“No, it isn’t...” You cut him off. You knew Chris’ plan but you didn’t want to reveal it. You stared and frowned at him with a side taste of disappointed.
“Then tell me what other ideas do you have..” He said as he walked closer to you.
“Let the professionals do it.” You said dodging the question. He groaned and looked at the wall full of information. For moment he recollected his thoughts, he turned back to you and took his glasses off.
“She took EVERYTHING from me!” He spoke up.
“Of course you wouldn’t understand.” He said as he walked to you while using his magnetic power to get you closer with the chair. You only sighed and looked away frowning, denying your compassion for the man.
“I don’t, no...” You mind was racing with the same thing. ‘do not interact or touch the BOW’s....’ but, can this be an exception?
“But I feel for you.” You finished your sentence. He stood still, waiting for a potential threat or sentence to come from you but you stayed silent.
“Are you going to help me?” He asked. You hesitated.
“Maybe...but i will need to talk to Chris about it-” You said.
“Why...” He cut you off. Your eyes widen and made a grimace of confusion. ‘Isn’t it common sense?’ you thought to yourself.
“Let us do this and if we need additional help I will call you. I will try to get you out of here but it’s a big maybe!” You exclaimed. You felt your body move by its own before hitting a cold surface. You eyes scanned the are until you realized your hands were resting on his kaki shirt. You quickly lifted your head to meet his eyes. He grabbed your chin and spoke.
“You promise?” He asked. You only nodded and pushed yourself out of him.
“So cold..” You said under your breath. You didn’t realized he heard you before he spoke.
“I’m dead sweetheart.” He responded to your comment and you froze. You have seen some BOW’s but this is new. A dead person, able to speak, control their physic and not be blood thirsty was new. You shake the thought and asked him.
“How may do you have, the army.” He raised a brow and responded.
“Couple Hundreds, there still some that are in the making.” He dropped his cigar on the ground and put an end to it. He looked up to you and raised his hand to take your riffle. As he had it in his hand you gently gave if back to you. You took it and checked everything again; Ammo, scope, everything. His eyes scanned on your practice before confidently say.
“I think we can do it.”
“We will.” you said
“There can’t be a second try.” you finished. He smiled at you and nodded his head.
“How can I contact you?” You asked him. He raised his brows in surprise, he didn’t think you would contact him or be serious about it.
“There.” He handed you a talkie-walkie and you put it in your pockets but you didn’t have space. Until you remembered the walking-man. You took it out and handed it to him.
“I think that belongs to you.” You said. He took it and analyzed it. you put the talkie-walkie in your pocket and stood while he checked the small token you gave him.
“I need to go back to my post now.” You said. He put the walking-man on the table and nodded.
“Stay in contact, and don’t try anything stupid would you...” You continued.
“Yadiyada, I get it!” He said as he took another cigar off his pocket. You only smiled unconsciously.
You turned around and started to walk back until you heard him again.
“HEY!” He raised his voiced. You turned your head and waited for him to speak again.
“This way isn’t safe.” He walked to you and showed you the way out. His eyes were fixated at you all the way back. At the exit you stopped and looked back. He was standing there, cigar in hand and waiting, hoping you would talk to him a bit more. But you left, not because you wanted you, because you HAD to.
Back to your post, in the snow, freezing, you heard the talkie-walkie make noise. You forgot to specify that he should you use for emergencies... You picked up and listened.
“Hey there sweetheart, not too cold out there?”
“Very funny Heisenberg but I've been in the cold for the past 2 days now and i think I've got the hang of it, Thanks.” You heard him chuckle at your confidence and talked.
“Okay then have fun in the cold buttercup”
“Stop nagging me would you!”
“Too easy.”
You felt that this was right, that he wasn’t a BOW or a horrible person. But the guilt and consequences came back to your throat. You tried to ignored it and stayed on your guard for any werewolf like creatures rooming around the village. The talkie-walkie made sound again.
“Hey sweetie, wondering what times I shouldn’t contact you?”
“My duties are from 6am-11pm any changes I will tell you.”
“Awesome.” Then it went silent. You continued watching around the factory but somehow you felt warmth in your chest. A smile form on your lips and you settled for a watching spot.