Death's Return
=Chapter 8=
With a tired and resigned sigh, Reaper peered up at his former comrade in arms and humbled himself with his request.
"Would you acquire the items on this list for me…please?" Reaper asked with a voice that seemed to taper towards the end of his question. With a small huff, Winston took the folded piece of paper from Reaper and gave it an inquisitive look.
"These things…Why would you want them? I certainly can't see you having some use of them…" Winston replied with a careful searching look.
"I need these things because…because I need them for my own personal reasons" As Reaper turned and walked out of Winston's room with a brisk pace, Winston gave a chuckle and smile "Curt as always…Old Friend"
Reaper made his way through the halls of Watchpoint: Gibraltar, he could feel the prying eyes of his once comrades. He could feel their anger, confusion and doubt deep in his tired soul. While his instincts told him to lash out in defiance of their gaze…he simply couldn't. He knew that, too an extent, they were right to look at him in those ways.
With a sigh, Reaper entered his room and to his surprise (Not that anyone could tell) finds Dr. Angela Ziegler sitting at the desk in his room. Arching an eyebrow under his mask, he walks in and approaches the seated Doctor.
"What are you doing here?" Reaper asked dryly. Looking up from her tablet with a warm smile, Angela stood and spoke.
"I am checking on my patient and ensuring that their health is at a stable level" She said. "I understand you took a stroll through a portion of the base and was curious if you would join me on a bit farther of a walk?