Ok, so I am having a bad case of having a life. However, here we go again.
I'm having a bit of a mental block on how I'm going to get from here to where I want to end up.
Disclaimer: No I don't own any part of StarCraft.
Battle on a New Front
Chapter 13: What a Surprise…
Agent Davies was enjoying a relaxing cup of coffee after the night's complete lack of sleep when the radio call came through from the recon team reporting the nearby township to be deserted. Blinking he didn't even get a chance to react before the ghost, unexpectedly –there– was responding to it with a series of apparently coded instructions.
After a long silence another report came back. The ghost's almost mechanical voice issued an affirmative order before turning to Davies, a badge and warrant somehow in hand when before it had not been. "Agent Davies, you are hereby relieved of your command in this operation, your role here is now that of a civilian observer and advisor. Please remove yourself from the command tent."
Flabbergasted it took until the ghost raised its hand and pointed to the exit for his limbs to respond to his orders and move himself off the chair. Just prior to exiting the ghost spoke again, "Stop." The cool emotionless mask of dark glass swivelled to face him, "You are now assigned to observe and advise alpha team. You know where they are."
Consciously picking his jaw back up off the ground he stepped outside, the tent flap falling behind him with an odd finality for a door made of fabric.
At length he did indeed arrive where alpha team was located, not far really. Conveniently, or so it seemed to him, his own tent had been pitched adjacent to alpha team's set. Exhaling a short laugh he sat on one of the porta-stools and kicked a small rock at the fire, it wasn't like he hadn't expected it he supposed.
Cursing he realised he'd left his cup of coffee in the command tent but as soon as he stood up he realised it would be pointless to go back, it'd be cold by now anyway. Casting around for something to do he was caught in inactivity by one of the alpha's returning from perimeter watch.
"Commander? What are you doing standing around our tents and dragging your feet like a wet week?"
Davies just shrugged, he could hear the other alpha's coming up the short path through their encampment, "Reaper has relieved me of my duties. Apparently some report troubled him too much to leave me where I was."
The alpha just laughed, "Well that'd be right, there goes a weeks wage. Freaker got to you early."
At the confused look on Davies' face he explains, "Freaker's what we call ole' Reaper there, and a lot of the marines and I were placing bets on how long it'd be till he took over. I'd bet you'd last till lunchtime today."
The other five members of alpha team arrived with a chorus of whoops or groans, probably based on how much they'd won or lost on the bet. They introduced themselves, though they all had their names printed on their suits anyway.
They'd all just sat down when a voice came through on the loudspeaker, "All units this is Reaper, suit up for combat readiness. We're moving out in twenty minutes."
Davies remembered the lightweight combat suit he had been sent with in his tent and went to get it, though not before a marine shoved a semi-automatic weapon of some kind into his hands.
And miles away underground, someone woke up… to a smile.
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