"Did you send the files I asked for?" a young, slightly scratchy voice asked from the other side of the communicator. His voice, although having an unquestionably powerful tone to it, sounded as though it came from someone no older than 20. The guard hesitated at the unfamiliar voice.
"Well?" the communicator barked at him. There was a slight hint of static creeping in on the transmission.
"Ur... yes- uh, we already sent them in on the transport. It should reach the palace in approximately 5 minutes." The guard wasn't exactly sure how to address this foreign voice on the line.
There was a pause.
Assuming the strange voice was finished with him, he nestled back down into the seat of his parked police zoomer and began rubbing the end of his gun with the fabric part of his glove. There was nothing to clean, considering he never used it, but if he continued to sit watching the ghost-like citizens walk by him any longer, he wouldn't be able to stay awake.
Patrol the southern slums... he thought to himself bitterly. What the hell is there to patrol? The people down in this part of Latrill city were too scared to walk outside of the dotted line on the sidewalk. There was nothing to do around here.
Before he had time to ponder this any longer, static loudly screeched over the communicator. The sound made him jump slightly, and was soon followed by the young voice again.
"Commander," The voice said calmly, the static partly muffling it.
"I'm not a-"
"Where exactly are you?" It asked. The guard was surprised by how casual the voice sounded. He sounded more like a civilian, rather than a military officer. It was a big change from the harshness of it a moment ago.
He began to grow suspicious.
"Southern slums" he stated gruffly.
"Oh, so... you didn't see the files?"
"Who is this?" the guard snapped.
There was another pause.
"I am the one who requested the files..." His voice, although a pitch lower, sounded innocent.
"And who asked for the files?" The guard pressed.
"Watch the way you speak guard." the voice lashed suddenly, all innocents gone. "You had best be happy you were not the one to pass on those files. But don't push your good fortune by acting like an ass."
He was deferentially young, that was for sure, but the way he spoke was harsh, and extremely intimidating. But this guard was not going to show respect to anyone he did not absolutely have to. Especially some smart mouth brat.
"And just who the hell are you to try and threaten me?! What if I did look at the files? What can a little brat like you possibly do to me?"
The guard immediately regretted lashing out like that. God only knows who he could be talking to. But his pride prevented him from taking it back.
After a moment of static, the voice returned. His tone was cool and pleasant.
"That was all I needed to hear." And the line went dead.
"Section 5174, security D. Kill him for me please." The young man asked the guard next to him as he hooked the communicator back on to his belt. The guard nodded and headed out of the room. Before the young man could turn to sit down, another guard came back into the room with a packet of files in his hand. He had the same uniform as the one before, but it was colored blue, instead of red.
"Sir, the files you requested." the guard stated. He held out the files in front of the young man. The man stared back at the guard with an almost angry expression.
"uh... sir?"
"I requested only type A security solders to handle these. You are type D." the young man stated. "Did you look at these files?" He had a disgusted look on his face. Although he was much smaller than the guard, he seemed almost scary when he wore this face. The look through the guard off.
"uh, I... you requested the files..." the guard couldn't get out a clean sentence. This was something he hadn't expected. Type A soldiers? For a pack of old files?
Immediately, the young man's expression changed. Instead of a harsh frown, it was now a pleased smile. "Alright then, your excused for the day, but I need you to do me a favor." the guard was confused, but relieved that he was off the hook. He simply nodded.
"Can you go and check on the guard down in the Southern Slums for me? Just to make sure he is alright? He seems to be having a bit of trouble. He is in section 5174." He had an innocent expression on his face as he asked this; his big green eyes that a moment ago looked deadly, made it look like he was asking this of a close friend.
As the guard nodded, the young man took the files out of his hand and excused him. When the guard left, the boy sat down on the corner of the huge table in the middle of the room and took out his communicator again. "Security A, I'm sending one more down there. Kill them both if you don't mind."
"Yes sir." the transmission replied. He gave a satisfied smile and hooked the communicator back on to his belt.
He looked back down at the files in his hand. How long he had been waiting to get these. How hard he had worked. And now, he could finally begin his research.
On the front of the files, it read 'Dark Warrior Program'