He knew his time had come. That one important thing that would rise over all others. To go down as a hero. A savor.
There was smoke all around him, thick and heavy as it whisked past his nose and confused his eyesight. His ears echoed loud noises; screaming screeching-howls, bursting into his head and scratching at everything they could reach. In the distance, ashes were falling like snow; a truck had been turned upside down; ripped open from the inside. The scene itself was painful. Everything was red. Red with pain. Red with revenge. Red with blood. Blood dripping from wounded men. Dead men.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and readied his battle stance. The voices were getting closer. They were all dying...
A Day Earlier.
It was a normal day at Providence. People mumbled in crowds of soldiers, some sheltered injuries caused by a long day out, others in dry conversation trying to make their day go by faster. Passing without glances to one another, they had their own business to worry about. And here was their secret weapon. Hidden away in the heart of providence, tucked silently into the mingling crowds. No one would stop to think that the door it was hidden behind was anything other then a door. Maybe a broom closet, but nothing more.
pat-swoosh-pat-swoosh.
"Kid, you're getting on my nerves. I will throw a Bobo bomb in your general direction."
"Oh lighten up, it's how I relax!" Rex leaned up from his laying position, cracking his neck and looking over at the primate, lazily sprawled out on the floor; a magazine covering his expression.
"Well your relaxing is cutting into my reading. Go bother someone else will yah?"
"Bobo, we all know you don't read."
Bobo ripped the magazine from his fuzzy face and shot him a look before gently placing it back on and lying down. Rex couldn't help but chuckle. He grabbed the ball he had been tossing and slipped it into his jacket.
"Touchy touchy," he mumbled. He tiptoed out of the room without another incident and looked around. He was mentally weighing his options. Bothering six could result in several days of not being allowed to leave his room. The monkey smell could kill him alone. Bothering Holiday, well, that was plainly more pleasant.
He did a little jump before running off to find Holiday. It was early in the morning so she'd usually be making herself a nice cup of coffee. Rex made his way to the kitchen, a glow of self-admiration shown clearly on his face as he strode into the room. Holiday was there, and just as he expected, making coffee. Across from her was Six burring his face in a newspaper; presumably some article about the great feats of Providence's secret weapon. The glow increased to an annoying beam. Neither seemed to pay him any heed, which of course, bothered him. In attempt to call attention to himself, he stretched out and yawned, loudly. Accomplishing his goal, he gained a tired look from the doctor.
"Good morning Rex," She said simply, like it was almost automatic.
"Good morning Doc," he looked at Six, "and you to Mr. Sunshine." He had to stifle the smirk when the Agent's eyebrow rose over the newspaper.
"And how was your sleep?" Holiday asked, returning Rex's eyes to her.
"Well, besides the snoring monkey it was nice."
Holiday nodded and took another sip of her coffee. Her fingers tapped on the glass as the silence in the air got heavier. These mornings were slow. The mornings where the whole Earth seemed to take a break for a second. No rampaging EVOs. No rule breaking thugs. No noise. Everything silent. Rex moved his eyes to Six when he heard the news paper crinkle as he turned the page. He looked tired. His hair was unkempt and he was shaking. He kept moving his head back and forth as he read the ink laid words a bit too quickly. He was silent, as usual. But different. Like he was...scared?
No. That was silly. Six doesn't get scared. Agitated, irritated, anything but scared. It wasn't in his nature to feel fear. It seemed not to be in his nature to feel anything normal people do. Something was definitely wrong. He was going to ask Holiday when he realized that she had left. He must have been caught up in his thoughts.
Time to find out who pooped in six's coffee. He walked over and sat in front of him. His eyes the only things showing over the news paper.
He appeared to get the agent's attention because he growled a low and angry,
"What."
"You seem a bit, erm.'Off' today."
Six's eyebrow rose.
"Explain."
"Well, you're shaking like a leaf and I'm pretty sure you're just looking at the news paper to look at the news paper. You're not even reading it."
No response, but his 'reading' did slow to a more convincing rate. Rex hesitated,
"What's so bad that it could scare you?"
Six's grip on the news paper tightened.
"What are you talking about?" It was almost an accusing tone.
"I'm talking about you. You're scared Six. Maybe Holiday didn't realize it, but I did. What in the world is scaring you?"
"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
"Fine, fine. Play that game. But I'll keep asking Six."
Six didn't move. He was fighting his shaking now, and Rex could see it. He was nervously trying not to bite his lip as it quivered oh so slightly. His fingers pushed into the paper and then out as they fought against the trembling. The signs were there. All he needed was the answers. Rex squirmed impatiently in his seat.
"So, what's scaring you?"
Six got up and walked out, taking the wrinkled news paper.