The Game: Chapter 2
The bullheads approached the hangar, their mission was finished, the extermination was completed. The Specialist emptied out her soldiers to be on break, doing whatever they fancied as long as it would not disturb anyone around the dock.
"Major Valentine?" A voice called as the specialist was walking to her office on the second floor of the hangar, where the offices were along with the break rooms. The soldier had dusty brown hair, around twenty-two years old with glasses. The man seemed to be innocent compared to the rest of the unit, a studious look to him, though he was still in the penal regiment.
"Yes, Private Tanner?" Valentine asked as she raised an eyebrow and looked at the hazel eyed man. "What can I do for you?" She seemed to be having a feign look of friendliness while having a welcoming tone.
"May I ask why we….purged the terrorists?" He asked, hesitant to ask about the subject of the mission they were given to carry out with such conviction.
"Why, controlling the masses of course, order are orders, Private Tanner, no need to question them." Valentine said as she looked at the Private's weapon. "I noticed your weapon's still full on ammo, why is that, Private?"
"Uh…..I restocked the ammo when we came back in case the higher ups were to give us a mission." He came up with an excuse as the Major gave him a suspicious look.
"Why how diligent of you, Private." Valentine said with a smile, "In fact, being as so diligent, why don't you take the watch tonight?" She asked, insisting that he would do it.
"It would be an honor, of course I'll take the responsibility, ma'am." He bowed slightly before turning away and going off to the front of the warehouse to take station as Valentine watched him leave.
"Next time, I'll fill your body with the ammo left in your gun." Valentine muttered under her breath while Private Tanner thought on his mistake. The night began to emerge as the lights were on and the penal unit was simply training and ready for their next mission as Valentine remained in her office, researching about the Council and their actions.
"White Fang are getting out of hand, no wonder they tasked me to take care of them. Family legacy and all." She said as she looked out the window behind her to see the broken moon beam light down onto the nice water. "I wonder how long it would take to end this little group of theirs."
The faunus looked at the destruction as the fire had died down, his body walked down the dirt road he once knew when he was young, how he played with his family there. He did not understand why they attacked.
"We were supposed to have a truce, we did not need to have this bloodshed." He looked at his old home, how it was now a hollow shell of what it once was. His family was all dead except for his absent brother. The memory of his brother woke him up to the fact that his brother had been gone.
"Where is my brother?" Mars looked around as the sudden realization hit him as he growled, knowing what would cause such an order like this, his brother had to have ruined this with his White Fang ideologies.
He readied himself as he travelled away from the town he once knew as he sought out the person responsible for this massacre of the faunus people of his.
A few hours later…
Tanner was out guarding the warehouse as he watched the sun come up, before being interrupted by the hearty laughter of a Scotsman: Sergeant Brick Dunmorogh.
"Alright boy, a'm here to relieve of yer duty, good job. Major told me ya need to be in 'er office after yer relieved." Tanner looked at the one eyed man as he was already done with his life here.
"Thanks, Sergeant Brick." Tanner waved at the red haired buzz cut man as the private breathed in and out, not wanting to go into the office of the Major. Already he had alerted her with his shortcomings of not firing a single time at the enemy and that was not a good sign that she was calling him into his office.
He slowly turned the door knob to face the woman who was watching the door to see him enter. "Good morning, Private, please take a seat." She said offering him a chair in front of her desk. A giant monitor was on the corner of the desk, along with a few mugs, a picture frame, and some paperwork that was neatly stacked at the other side of the desk.
"Now….what am I to do with you?"