DISCLAIMER: I've said it before and I'm not saying it again.

Hey it's me again I would like to thank all of you who reviewed, even those of you just letting me know you read it. It's a big push to get me to sit down and type.

And I'm been going to driver's ED, which is seriously cutting into my free time so updates will be sporadic at best for a little while.

I was reading this back and realized I use some abbreviations most people don't know so…

CO- commanding officer

XO- executive officer (second in command)

NCO- non-commissioned officers (corporals and sergeants)

BY: Bryant Nykiel (AKA Blade42

EDITOR: David Riley

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Seto thought he was watching a war zone as the riot below him raged on. He stood silhouetted in the window by several burning cars, calmed by the fact that none of his men were in that mess by his own orders.

"Relax Seto." his uncle said behind him, completely ignoring his counsel of war.

"The time for real action in coming." he said turning in his swivel chair to face the young man. Seto's uncle radiated the aura of a aristocratic communist general and might be mistaken for one if it weren't for his heavy Asian features. His uncle commonly known as General Fumeiyo Was dress in a BDU, ( battle dress uniform [AKA camo]) with a German marshal style hat held picture of earth surrounded by a DNA strain instead of a swastika. He took a pull off of an hand rolled Cuban and looked on Seto as a master does a nearly matured pupil.

Seto turned to face his uncle. He looked around the 5 star hotel suit his uncle was currently boarded in. In front of a solid mahogany desk stood five men dressed similar to the General.

"General if you would continue." said on of them politely

"Yes." said the General turning around in his chair. "Come Seto." Fumeiyo said with a wave of his cigar.

"Yes sir." he turned away from the window 1st lieutenant bars glinting in the light. Seto looked remarkably like Seta except without glasses and was signfignetly younger in his mid twenties. His medium length dark hair and dark tan giving him the look of a ecologist instead of a warrior. He came to a rest beside his uncle and came to a parade rest in the face of superior officers. Convinced that Seto would behave himself General Fumeiyo returned to his meeting.

" I would like to thank whoever came up with the idea of hiding our forces in these whale hunting protests. They have allow us to move about with relative impunity. But this gathering will be over in 5 days and then we must make our move. We move in two formations. One will start heading for Tokyo while my nephew will lead a push towards…" Fumieyo bent over a map spread over his desk. " Hinata hot springs." he finished.

" Are you certain of your point unit, sir?" one of the officers spoke up.

"Colonel…" Fumieyo said taking the accusation as a personal insult, the man wasn't questioning the unit, but it's officer.

" Uncle." Seto said forcibly pushing the General back into his seat. He then turned his eyes on the insultive superior. The Colonel flinched rank, or no rank. Seto had eyes that could bore into a titanium wall. "My standing is the same now as it was then. I am a professional soldier, I will charge hell with a bucket of water just because it's orders, but." he said throwing a accusing finger at the Colonel. " I will not piss my men's lives away in a pointless jester." The silence that followed was absolute, only to be broken by a poor Sergeant Major poking his head in the door.

"Excuse me sirs, I need to speak with lieutenant Seto if you don't mind." praying his CO hadn't royally pissed off the other five officers that were staring him down.

" Thank you Major." and with a slight nod at his father's brother Seto was off for the door, not waiting to be dismissed.

" Hello Major." Seto said shaking his friend's hand instead of saluting.

" Good to see you to old friend." the Major replied " and technically I'm off duty." he finished.

"Sorry Jeff." Seto apologized to the American "Any news?" he questioned,

" Yes sir, most of the telegrams to the Reapers have come back." Jeff said.

" And…." Seto inquired

" They all say basically the same thing, either if I'm ordered to or if Blade says so in the case of nco's"

" Then the Reapers may be sitting this one out." Seto concluded, turning to walk down the corridor away for the office door. The hallway was lined with highly vaulted windows to match the gothic look of the hotel, out side them the fiery riot raged on below.

" Why sir?" the major asked.

" Because," Seto said stopping by a window watching the destruction below.

" I know Blade nearly as well as I do you." Seto said smiling briefly at his friend, he had been his Xo for nearly the entire Genetics war.

" Blade may have refined his skills into a near art form but I taught him everything he knows. He's a survivalist Jeff, not a mercenary, he won't fight unless some forces his hand. And then he will fight with every once of strength and ability he possess."

This said, the two officers looked out the window at the raving mass below. Somewhere, flames had finally reached a wrecked car's gas tank and exploded, banishing the shadows in the crowd and lighting the two men's faces.

" I think this counts." Jeff said walking away from the window.

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Yeah I know it's kinda short, by I didn't plan on this chapter being to long anyway. Oh well please review,

Thanks .