"To the left, I said, you idiot" a voice sounds over the compound, although it's hardly understandable, due to the guns in the background, that make an annoying noise

"To the left, I said, you idiot" a voice sounds over the compound, although it's hardly understandable, due to the guns in the background, that make an annoying noise. The compound, more a training centre, is placed in the middle of nowhere, if such thing exists. The forest that surrounds the place is more a barrier that protects the outside world from the noise that comes from the place, but every year, the officers decide to expand this little piece of their heaven en yet again, another weapon depot, a bunker or garage rises from the ground.

"I said, to the left" again the voice sounds and before the soldier can anticipate he feels a hand over his face. A red mark appears slowly on the face of the somewhat confused soldier and turns slowly blue. The soldier looks up and sees a man in front of him, covered with medals and crosses of honour.

"I am sorry, Sir, I didn't knew you were talking to me" the soldier replies then to asking look of the man. "I didn't know you were my commanding officer." He lowers his eyes while he speaks. "Last time I was here was in October last year, Sir, but because of medical issues, I couldn't report back in. Things have changed around here!"

The man looks to the soldier and then shakes his head. "Sergeant Dorvalla, is it? You should known better since you came allot on this compound. According your personal file that I have on record you have been stationed here since January 2005." A brief smile came upon his face and points to one of the barracks. "Please come, I need to validate you again in the office to get the word you're again on duty, Sarge..."

"So, I don't think I met you then, Sir" Dorvalla grinned while he starts walking towards the barrack.

"No, I don't believe so," the man shrugs and then starts passing towards his office. "My name is Silantia, and I will be your CO during your stay for now!"

"Sharpe was last time when I left"

"Yes, but times change, Sarge. You know, there are allot of new soldiers in the field since last October, but before that too, and I don't know if you all know them!"

"Probably not, but I am not on a summer camp, Sir. Off course I will need to learn their names and abilities, but that will come in time. There will be names I probably still remember!"

"Off course …"

"I bet Jamal is still around, and Joop off course!"

"Jup"

The 2 men reached the small barrack that is used as office for the CO from the Genesis Knights Army Company. Silantia opens the door and let the man inside. The sound of guns fades away while Silantia closes the door and walks to his desk. He takes a seat in his chair and grabs, after searching for a few moments in his cabinet, a folder out of it. He lays it on his desk and opens it and starts reading quickly over the small notes in it and grabs then the main file.

"Sergeant Dorvalla, Platoon GK 11. Member already for more then 2 years … hmmm …. Hmmm …. Surely a nice record you got there, Sarge, although your frag rate is not really what I would expect from a rank like yours. It's 0.36 right now!!"

"I know, Sir, but as I state, I am on and off on the field and it's hard to maintain a steady frag rate. We all have our triggerform, as I prefer to call it!"

"It depends off course how you feel, and it seems you have been really out of the roulation a couple of times. 2 years ago in a car accident broke your legg on 2 spots, a diplomacy quest for the whole army, and your latest entry isn't quiet nice aswell."

"I know, Sir, It contained a personal matter and allot of stress on my mind!"

Silantia nods in understanding and then closes the file. He moves away from the desk and stands in front of the window and glares over the training complex.

"You know, " he pauses for a sec, " …. May I call you Dorv?"

"Off course"

"… Dorv, we need to be sure you will fit in with your team. We got some new people in and you should be more of a mentor off them. You are probably the oldest and should behave like that. Above of that, I will not demote your rank. Sergeant it is and it will stay that way. I ll reward you even maybe later with a higher rank."

"Yes Sir, I understand!"

"Good." Silantia turns around and walks back to his desk and moves a piece of paper towards the man. "You know probably the drill, since you signed this paper probably a few times!"

Dorvalla grins and leans over to sign the paper, that contains he will be now back on duty.

"Alright, you know sickbay, probably? " When Dorvalla nods, Silantia continues. "Anyway, make sure they declare you healthy and ready to go, then report to Barrack 11 to meet your new squad; I think they are eager to get to know you, Sarge."

"Yes Sir!"

Dorvalla stands up and grabs his bags again, lifting them up and puts them on his shoulder.

".. and Dorv …. "

The man turns around and glares at the CO

" … show them the drills, you know GK better then them…. " he stops for a sec and then continues. "That's an Order !!"

"Hooah!"

As Dorvalla leaves the building, Salantia looks at him, slowly nods and mumbles: "I hope he will improve fast. But everybody seems to believe in him from the old team, so why shall I not!"

And with a smile on his face he puts the paperwork in an envelop and calls in one of his runners. "Deliver this to General DarkStar!"

--

Dorvalla found himself in a small barrack on the east of the office from Silantia. The barrack was maybe 50 by 50 feet and offered space for the main medical staff from the compound. The barrack was divided in one hallway with on each side 3 rooms; 2 of them were treatment chambers, where wounded soldiers could come to treat there wounds, while the 2 smaller rooms provided the necessary space for desk work.

The hallway it self was also designed for a waiting area with a few wooden benches. Well, designed is a big word. After allot of complaints from several soldiers, the main staff decided that a few benches couldn't hurt. The result to this was that there was hardly walk space, so if a heavy wounded soldier was brought in, it turned out that everybody in the hallway had to leave the building or else he or she couldn't get through it.

Dorvalla was in that area right now, starring at the white-brownish wall in front of him, observing the sign on it. On the sign, a human body was drawn with explanations from the muscles written with it. He was waiting until the doctor would call him in, since the medical genius was doing a surgery by a wounded soldier. It seemed that the unlucky lad was to close to the explosion when a mine detonated, was the quick explanation of one of his assistants.

The door swung open and another soldier stepped in the building. His hand was on his right hip. It was obvious he had a wound there since around his hand his pants were coloured dark red, while the rest of the pants were still in natural green-brownish colour. He sat down, carefully, next to Dorvalla and observed the new face.

"You are okay?" he asked, while he kept starring at Dorvalla

"Jup, I am fine," Dorvalla replied, and then turned to the wounded soldier, "….can't say that from you though"

A small, but painful smile appeared on his face and removed his hand from the wound, so Dorvalla could see what had happened. A single bullet had penetrated into the human flesh and was stuck. The blood made it look bad, but as Dorvalla knew, it looked worse then it actually was. This was only a 2 minute procedure for a doctor and probably the man could probably resume his training the same day. He would only have a bit of a pain on that spot.

"I have never seen your face around here…" the soldier suddenly said. "Are you new?"

Dorvalla cocked his head. "Nope, I am not new here. Actually, I am already here for 2, 5 years but well, I am allot away from the base!"

"Ahh, I came in while you were probably away. My name is Backstabber!"

"Nice to meet you, although I preferred to have it under other circumstances, "Dorvalla grinned while he pointed to the leg, "I am Dorvalla, Sergeant of the Genesis Knights Squad, Alpha Team."

"Heh, I am in Bravo Team, but I think we will work then together allot!"

"Guess so... "Dorvalla made a move with his hand towards the wounded leg, "So how did it happen?"

Backstabber grinned, "Venomz was angry at me, since I pinned him down again on the training ground. He tried to make me dance, but I understood it to late, then the bullet was already in my hip!"

"Going to report him to Silantia?"

"Meh, officially I should report it, but then again, I am better then him! I don't think his feelings will change when he is for 5 days in the brick"

"Ahh, okay!"

It was silent for a few minutes, then the door from one of the treatment rooms went open and the doctor came out, looking back and nodded satisfied. "Who's next?"

"I think you can treat this soldier first. I just need a signature from you to declare that I am healthy and can resume duties!"

"Okay Dorv, what ever you say!" The doc said and gave him a wink. Backstabber looked quickly to Dorvalla.

"You know him?"

"Ow yes, I used to be in training with him. He only couldn't stick around for his health, although he was a star in medical issues and determine the seriousness of a wound. Ow yes, Biker was an excellent team player, actually he still is, and honoured soldier. But now, you hardly see him anymore on the battlefield. Sometimes, you just miss those old days!"

Dorvalla's thoughts floated away while Backstabber walked along with Biker to another treatment room, so the bullet could be removed from his hip.

Yeah those old days were great, with for example 3rds Guard, Biker, Ace, Airjordan, Lethal, Kiemo, DarkYova and all the others on the front, protecting their objectives for their lives.

"Your turn, Dorv!"

Dorvalla looks up out of his thoughts and notices Biker stands in front of him while the front door just closes. He turns his head quickly and sees Backstabber for a second, who tries to walk normally out of the building.

"Alright, let's get this over with!"

--

After he got checked by the doctor and he got the "cleared" stamp, he reported in to his barrack. The wooden barrack, positioned on the west side of the compound, offered only spaces to the Alpha team, which he was assigned to. Next to that barrack, was another barrack placed that contained Bravo team. A third barrack gave a roof to the mess hall, a small room where you could relax and a training room, where you could enhance your theoretical knowledge about guns, strategy and medical issues and how to treat them.

Dorvalla opened the door of the Alpha building and looked around. Immediately a few heads looked up to the newcomer and looked curious to his face. The one closest to the door stepped from his bed and walked to him

"Hello, are you lost?"

"No, I am not." Dorvalla grinned, "I ll be your new roomie and your squad member!"

The yaw of the person slowly dropped and looked to the paper on the wall. His eyes scanned the lines on the paper, but he seemed not to detect what he was looking for.

"Silantia hasn't reported us that you were coming, ehm ….."

"Sergeant Dorvalla, call me Dorv!"

A man in the back looked up, smiled broadly and waved to the newcomer. He got up from his bed and walked to the front and stuck out his hand to Dorvalla

"Hey Dorv, what's new buddy? How did the negotiations went on the front?"

"Hey Axell. They went alright!" Dorvalla replied, shook his hand and continued with a sense of humour. ".. Else I wouldn't be here, now would I?"

The two men laughed, since they both knew the horrible fragrate of Dorvalla. Although he made some pretty important kills and tags, he still had to take aiming classes from time to time. Dorvalla was actually more of the tactics and communication then having a killer's instinct. He preferred to do the objectives without shooting, it was actually now these days more of a miracle when you did that anyway. Not losing a single bullet in combat was a taboo, and you were for ninety-nine percent sure that you probably ended up as a meat bag, dead on the floor.

"Well, I am Dude, your Team leader!" replied suddenly the man who had spoken to him.

Dorvalla observed the man, and came to realize that this man wasn't that old. He actually made a guess that his superior in the squad was younger then him. Actually, as he then looked around the room, he estimated that he was probably the oldest of the team. Oh well, he had to deal with it. His previous experiences in the squad with other people should become handy and might given even his team maybe an advantage.

Now to think about it, Dorvalla recalled memories of those times: he had served under Lord Kao, Lestat, Delta-boy, Biker, Ace, X- "marks the spot" Factor, Airjordan and Sharpe. On that moment, most of the recruits of this compound were American, but it seemed it got a twist. There were more Europeans now. He couldn't count them on 2 hands actually, but that was good; for some odd reason he liked to work actually with the Americans more then with the Europeans. Maybe it came due to the fact that he was stationed for a while in Halifax, Canada and he took over a bit of the American mentality.

"Nice to meet you, Dude!" Dorvalla shook the hand of the team leader and cocked his head a bit. "Seems like I have to meet the team then!"

"Well," Dude pointed to Axel, "you know Axell …"

Dorvalla nodded.

"The man over there is Rc-Rally, " Dude continued and pointed to a young man who just came out of the bathroom. "He is mostly the man who gives us support fire."

Dorvalla listened and scanned his new team mate. He noticed the hand of Rc-Rally was a bit damaged. If you looked closely you could see the marks of a few stitches on his right hand. It were the little things Dorvalla saved in his mind. It might come handy later.

" … This lad over here is OBrien!" Dude said while he pointed to a firm young man. "He is our killer and a fine team mate!" Dude leaned in and whispered. "And he has a great ego, so watch out for that!"

Dorvalla smirked.

The door behind him flew open and a man came in, and apparently very exited.

"Dorv …."

"Sharpe ….."

"Dorv ….. is that really you?"

"Last time I checked I was!"

The two men shook hands and their faces were both one big smile.

"I learned it from Backstabber, who had seen you in sickbay, you were back on duty. Oh my god, I am so happy, somebody from the old days who rejoins us!"

"Yeah, actually, the diplomacy mission went okay, but I missed the M4A in my hand. So I applied again and I don't think that Darkstar would have rejected me as soon as he noticed my application!"

"Man, I thought you would never return after you left last time for a diplomatic mission. I was already afraid I lost my favourite prey when we are training!"

"What? Aren't they as easy as me?" Dorvalla laughed and he gave his old friend a push against the shoulder. "It seems that we have to do then a session soon together then and that you have to own me then!"

They both laughed again.

"First we need to catch op old times again. Come, lets go to the mess hall. I ll pay today for it. Next time it's yours" Sharpe said, after they stopped laughing and then turned to Dude. "Dude, I ll take him with me for … ehm … interrogations …"

"For what?" Dude replied quick, helpless. He knew he wouldn't have a chance against his superior.

"I am going to hear him out about the enemy. He might have some useful information we can use in our database, so we can develop a new strategy!" Sharpe quickly made up and gave a wink to Dorvalla.

"Yes Colonel, as you wish!" Dude answered sad, but quickly stepped forward, "But I need to report your behaviour to Joop or Jamal, because this is unheard!"

Dorvalla turned this time around to Dude and replied sharp: "Well, you can do that, but if you involve my name, they will throw your complain in the wind and run to the mess hall themselves to check out that I am still alive!"

Dude sighted and made a move with his hand, knowing he lost the first battle with Dorvalla, verbally.

"We will see, now go!"

And with Dude's approval, Dorvalla and Sharpe left the Alpha building, on their way to the mess hall, to catch up on old times.