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The sunset over the Sahara Desert is recognized as one of the many spectacles that Mother Nature can provide. Many others confess to have almost religious realizations in the sheer beauty of it, and photo albums dedicated to its landscape never lead the shelves. Over this perfect picture of the said beauty, a spec in the sky seemed to be passing right near it. Inside were three people, uncomfortably strapped in, unable to move an inch, and infinitely annoyed that they were forced into the vicinity of such a cramped way of transportation.
Sadly, Mother Nature would have to take the back seat in their minds.
"I swear, the Section Chief is doing this on purpose," Allen said, trying to stretch his arms for the umpteenth time. "What's the logic behind sticking in three people in a Little Bird?"
The AH-6J, commonly known as the 'Little Bird' was never made for troop transport, rather, a small support heli with guns attached. The passengers were forced to strap themselves in more than usual due to the lack of any sort of door on either side, and consequently, had the capacity of letting the engine sound reverberate from both sides. Even with the headsets the noise was annoyingly loud. Kanda and Allen never enjoyed the ride from this bird even at the best of times, and as soon as they saw their ride, they seemed to collapse in exasperation.
"Shut up, will you? It's annoying as it is without your constant whining." Kanda grunted right next to him, his face fixed into a firm frown.
"Excuse me Kanda, but who shoved the stick up your arse?" Allen retorted with a deadly smile. "If it wasn't for your sword, we could've had at least more elbow room you know."
"Push it, Moyashi, and I'll shove this up your..."
"Try me."
Lavi smirked at the pair acting like children. Here were three grown men who kill more people everyday than anyone in the company, yet the main topic of the argument is essentially nothing. Lavi couldn't blame them though. It's not like they had a childhood to remember or cherish.
Looking out the side door, Lavi stared at the sunset. His brain told him that it was a combination of red, orange and blue, but yet, it all seemed grey and black to him. All of the sudden, the colors he tries to see drained from existence. When he was a child, he always dreamed of going out, seeing the most historical sites of the world, and basking in the glory and intellect it radiated. Milan, Barcelona, Tokyo, London, Berlin, all the places in his fantasy never had dead bodies or bullet casings on the ground. All the times he was at somewhere worthwhile to spend time, it was never permitted to move hastily or even if he could find the time to enjoy himself, the actions he had made haunted him, running the magic he believed lingered in the area.
Yes, his eyes only captured targets and hostiles now, all he could feel was the fear that he might be dead one day, and losing what little he had now.
When Lavi looked to the front, he caught the pilot's eye, and tapped on his upper wrist, and the pilot held up 2 fingers.
"Two minutes."
Nodding, he turned to the other two still arguing and shoving each other's faces, unable to actually do some physical movement. Lavi laughed out loud at the faces they were making, a somewhat twisted version of an angry expression.
"C'mon guys, we're almost there. Why can't we get along for 5 minutes?" Lavi said, leaning on the bird's wall.
"Shut up!" the pair yelled, and resumed at pulling at their faces, concentrated furiously on the task of pushing the other off the helicopter.
Lavi grinned at the pair of them. Perhaps human contact is the only thing that's keeping him sane for all these years. Some intimate contact with another human being is always nice, and it's even better when you don't have to shove a gun barrel in their faces for whatever reason.
After getting off the bird, ("Thank GOD") the three of them walked through the hallways of the basement they all knew too well. The walls were covered in some alloy that escaped anyone's attention, and many other soldiers were passing by with the occasional "Hello"s or "Oh my God it's you"s. As they neared the security ring, all of them started to strip off their weapons for depositing, and handed in their ammunition and whatnot. The final process was a walk through the metal detector, and sure enough, it shrilled wildly as Allen walked through.
"Any other metallic objects sir?" said a security guard, approaching him with apprehension.
"Not unless you want to pop my eye out, no." Allen said with a chuckle. The guard's partner took a look at the scanner, and it showed that his entire left eye was a machine, alongside his left arm.
"Ex, excuse me sir!" the guards said backing off.
"Not a problem," and with Kanda and Lavi, left the security ring.
"Took you long enough," Kanda grunted as Allen neared them.
"Sorry for having a mechanic eye Kanda," Allen brushed off. "It isn't my fault that my whole left eye is a machine."
Allen's left eye gave him quite the reputation. Since day one, his eye caught a lot of attention and questions. Still a mystery in how it got there, Allen claims that he was with it for as long as he could remember. The function of the eye was a multi complex mechanism that the Order is still trying to uncover. However with its origins completely unknown, the Order was still not able to even get close to duplicating its capabilities.
"What's the Section Chief up to anyway?" Lavi said stretching his neck. "We've only been on some random missions lately. The patterns are more…organized than this."
"Really? The irrationality of that coffee loving airhead doesn't strike me as surprising to me." Kanda scoffed, pushing the elevator switch, waiting for the next elevator to open. "I don't even want to imagine what he has in mind."
