Deepest Hollow

A new Gear stood in the compound looking at the busy Gears. They checked weapons and other supply for war. Some fired at tin cans on a table, some rested and waited, and others yelled orders or made work groups. The heavy armor weighted down her shoulders and the boots grow heavy with every step. The other Gears wore no armor as they checked the Lancer. Two Gears walked by her holding long wooden plank, held over strong shoulder and supported by big, muscular arms. She moved into the shade hearing her metal boots crunch the concrete under foot.

"Private Sarah MacKay!" A man yelled in the middle of the compound. Sarah marched over dodging people. The continuous feel of concrete breaking was felt throughout her body and echoed in the metal armor. She got to the man and saluted. The man saluted back.

"Master Sergeant Stevenson, sir!" Said Sarah loudly as the wind ran through her brown hair. Stevenson ended the salute by putting his right hand on the rim of the grey army assigned baseball cap.

"Why are you not doing anything?"

"I was told to wait for the patrol rosters came in, sir."

"You can cut the 'sir' shit."

"Ok, sir." She said quickly then blushed to her mistake.

"I would check the D-2 building." Stevenson pointed in the direction of D-2. Ravens flew overhead with a roaring sound of motors.

"Thank you Master Sergeant Stevenson."

Sarah turned into the direction of D-2 as Stevenson jogged away from behind her to talk to someone about something. She left the compound to the building. It glass doors were opened and out of place but it was nice to see glass that wasn't broken or flying in midair. D-2 was old and grey as Sarah entered but it was livelier than other building around. Chatter and noise filled the hallways as Sarah slowly walked down them. It looked like she was coming up to a room. People walked by the door of the room. Sarah saw two men standing in full armor without their helmet facing the wall. She stepped closer to them seeing the Lancer on there backs. One of the men spoke to the other.

"Damn, that's close to Jacinto."

"Dom they've been close to Jacinto for the last five years."

'Wait' Sarah thought 'Dom as in Dom of Delta squad.' She came closer to the two men and saw the black do rag. 'Can it be Marcus?' The light dimmed then refocused. Someone walked out of a doorway to her left and walked down the hallway away from her.

"I know." The man called Dom said shifting on one leg. "Do you know who is coming with us on the next patrol?"

"I don't know."

Sarah came closer to them. "Um…" Lingered on her tongue and hung to her lips. The man with the do rag moved backward towards her unknowingly. She spoke out. "Are you Marcus and Dom?" The words came out louder than in her mind. The man with the do rag turned to face Sarah. She saw the scarred face.

"Why?" the man questioned her in a deep, icy voice as he looked down at her. A Raven flew over the building.

"Be-because…" She froze under the icy glair of the man. "Well I was wondering who you were." The other man stepped beside the other and spoke.

"Yes, I am Dom and this is Marcus." Dom said with a smile on his face. Marcus's expression didn't charge. Sarah was freaked on.

"So," Sarah murmured. "Are you going on patrols?" She continued as she, Dom and Marcus walked slowly down the hallways.

"Yea," Marcus answered "We are."

"Do you mind if I tag along?" She said following Marcus and Dom.

"I see no problem with it, do you Marcus." Claimed Dom. Marcus said nothing.

To be continued.