Hugo sat in his camper van, sharpening his kukri as well as he could. He sighed as he looked at the picture on his wall. It was him and his 17 year old daughter, Roxanne. She had large blue eyes and red hair. She liked to wear a bow in it, and she was very athletic. Hugo missed her, and especially did after his wife died. But that was years ago. Something else was on the aussie's mind. An incident he had to bear witness to around the time his wife was killed, and his daughter taken away for her own safety. He couldn't remember the details, and nobody seemed to remember anything about what happened that day, but Hugo's constant nightmares always left him trying to pull forward his vague memories of that... thing.
With a growl, Hugo got up and headed into the RED base. He can't think about it now. It wasn't important now, and should never be. For all he knew, he was mixing nightmares with reality.
...
"Oi, Hugo! Howzit goin'?" Brandon, a crazed scout, grinned as Hugo slumped down in the seat next to him. Brandon frowned when he wasn't responding.
"Yo... HUGO!" Hugo jumped and looked down at the ticked scout. Brandon hated being ignored. Something about his kid hood or whatever. He didn't care to talk about his past.
"What?" Hugo muttered, taking a sip from his coffee cup.
"What's the matter wid you? You're all out in space or somethin'?" Brandon had his arms crossed over his chest and his lip curled into a frown. He shrugged.
"It's nothin' mate. Nothin' at all," Brandon looked unsure but he dropped it.
"I'm lookin' forward to da fight today. You?"
"It's just another fight in my eyes," Hugo responded with a halfassed shrug. He honestly didn't care much about it in the same way the scout did. Today as the annual Saxxy Battle. Brandon always loved it, and almost always kicked ass. Hugo on the other hand, he just saw it as another mission, except you get a golden statue of Saxton Hale.
Pointless really...