Chapter 2: Captured And Dead
Specialist Winter Schnee, of the Atlesian Military's Special Operative Unit, had just walked inside a small white box sized room. Inside the room, the Schnee found a small table, accompanied by two chairs and the sleeping form of the prisoner that had just been captured.
"Wake up!" Winter shouted as she dropped the folder of papers that she was carrying on to the table.
However, instead of the prisoner waking up, he began to snore a bit louder than before. This annoyed the Specialist, making her walk behind the man before slapping him in the back of the head. The force of the hit sent the man's head snapping forward, forcing him to awake from his slumber.
"Ow!" The prisoner yelled as he woke up. "Can't you people for five seconds, not hit me and just let me get some slee-" The prisoner soon cut himself off, upon seeing Winter walk in front of him before taking a seat at the other end of the table.
To be honest, the prisoner was taken back from the Schnee's beautiful white hair and her unique light blue eyes, like two oval diamonds. He had to admit if he wasn't in his current situation, he would actually try to take her out and buy her a drink or two.
On the other spectrum, Winter first thoughts on the prisoner wasn't a good one. A male around her age with messing short brown hair and soft light green eyes. These also complemented then man's facial hair, a mess that would be referred to as a 5 o'clock shadow. Also, the clothes that the man wore were a mess as well. An olive drab jumpsuit with the named B. Throne patched onto the upper right side of the chest.
"You can get your sleep, once you answer my questions," Winter said as she took a seat in front of the pilot. "First off, state your full name for me."
"Captain Benjamin Throne, of the IUN's air force. Well, technically until my contract is up with them." Ben answered, knowing lying wasn't going to get him anywhere. "Also, people just call me Reaper."
"So, you are a pirate? How lovely." Winter rolled her eyes, calling Ben the nasty name.
"I prefer being called a privateer. Pirates rob you and are savages. Privateer, like me, are more social and under the protection of a government."
Winter scolded Ben for being a smartass, in return made the pilot smirk at the Specialist. She rolled her eyes at him, before asking her next question.
"Where are you from?" Winter asked, making Ben lean back from in his chair.
"Born at Newfield Island Hospital. However, I grew up on an aircraft carrier for a few years before my father and I settled in North Point until I turn sixteen." Ben said.
"And after you turn sixteen?" Winter pressured Ben to keep talking.
"I lied about my age and joined the Emmerian Military. A country that was a whole continent away from my home. After a few years in the army, I was kicked out and I joined up with some mercenaries before being thrown in jail." Ben said, getting a bit more annoyed with each word that came out of his mouth. "Any more personal questions about my past?!"
"No, we can save those for later. However, I have to ask, why did you do it? Attacking Atlesian aircraft and possibly starting a war between our two's governments."
The question made Ben chuckle. He already knew the answer to her question was and she most likely did as well. He, however, didn't know what forced her to ask why he did it. He began to think she was crazy, but then Ben remember something. All military types were. However, the Specialist was different.
"Look, it was a job. Nothing more, nothing less." Ben said, sounding a bit apologetic to Winter. "Mercenaries, like me, we are just the gun being used by the politicians and generals of those who hired us. If any war is started, it's not by my hand but by the aggressor."
"And you believe Atlas is the aggressor?" Winter asked, suspecting his answer was going to be yes.
However, before Ben could answer, an Atlesian soldier walked into the room. He told Winter that there was an incoming call from Atlas. The Specialist let out a sigh, before getting up from her seat.
"We will finish your integration, once we link up with General Ironwood," Winter said, before leaving Ben alone in the room.
"Man, I thought she would never leave," Ben said before he unzipped secret pocket in his flight suit.
Ben then pulled out a tiny cylinder, similar in shape to that of a pen. The mercenary then moved the object closer to his mouth, before pressing a button on the side.
When pressed, the top part of the object began to blink blue. This was the signal Ben needed to get out his message through the small transmitter.
"This is Reaper to Blindspot. I have just been captured by enemy combatants and my squadron is currently missing or all are dead. I'm requesting for evacuation by IUN forces." Ben quickly said into the small radio, before putting it back into his pocket.
'Hope dad gets that message soon.' Ben thought to himself, before pulling out a small, old picture of him, when he was seven and his father standing next to his father's old F-22 Raptor. The picture had been kept Reaper for years, showing in rips and tears all over the pictures. One of these noticeable tares was over his father's face. The pilot let out a loud sigh before turning over the picture to see what his father written on back those many years ago.
"That day our sky fell, the heavens split to create new skies. Even then, the skies kept on engaging the other."
So, chapter 2 is down. I hoped you enjoy it and if you have any ideas that you like to share, you can either PM them to me or leave them in the review. Also, if you like this story so far, follow, favorite, and leave a comment if you want. Other than that, I'll see you next time.
Death Snake signing out.