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I know. It's been one heck of a f* Long time since my last update but I am actually finishing colleage soon and got a Little more spare time to write on this fic! I have to admit I didn't realize how much I missed writing this!

Without further wait, here is Legacy, Chapter 13!

Cat and Mouse

Two guards stood on both sides of the president's office door, which wasn't a surprise at all, where else would the president's personal guard be at if not here. A thick sigh came over his lips as the guards wanted him to present his ID. It annoyed him. Not only because they would already know him by now, but also because of the smug face, they always made when they followed their procedure, as if they knew too well that the president hasn't been pleased much with the results which, he, Rorke, the Ghost-Killer had to offer in the past months.

While they checked his body for any weapons; which was ridiculous since he was the high commander of the Federation-Military, somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if the president, a man of such power, was terrified of him; Rorke couldn't blame him if he would. None knew better what Rorke was capable of then Almagro's son, the president himself. The guy did hold a grudge for the murder of his father, but Rorke always shrugged it off as a lucky accident.
When the guards finished Rorke reminded himself why he hadn't already killed this son of a bitch. Oh, how he would love to toss his decapitated head into the angry crowd below the palace's balcony. He fails to hide his satisfied smirk at the scenario he had painted in his head.

The guards nodded in agreement and opened the door for Rorke, who pretended to adjust himself for the honour of meeting the president for the, well, 1000st time in a row. It was like walking into the psychiatrist's office back then, but not so much fun.

"Hello there" Rorke said to get Almagro Junior's attention. He walked closer, but not without starring him right into the eye. While Rorke took a seat at the President's desk the door closed behind them as well as the blinds concealed the room from sunlight. The golden embroidery around the corners of the room as well as the pillars suddenly just appeared dull like cat gold.

"Rorke." The guy acknowledged him with a stern expression. He got up. For Rorke this was nothing more than a cowardly display of power; nothing that could truly impress someone like him. Every step the president took was dampened by the red carpet on the floor. Rorke kept his eyes on him; not backing down, but folded his arms over his chest. The other man leaned against the table lingering for Rorke to say something, anything, that would enable him to execute good old Gabe. Almagro was a rather weakly build man, who had spent more time with studying than physical activities. A spoiled child who was taught that the world is at his feet; a boy raised to become the public face of the federation, a puppet for much more influenceable people, but to his disgust, he had to keep this show alive to have someone to take the blame if the war effort failed. He was just a pawn in a golden cage.

"I have read through the report on the last mission, your little- "Almagro was stopped by Rorke arching an eye brow and crossing his arms tighter on his chest.
"Adrian, his name is Adrian." Rorke corrected calmly, reminding the opposite man who he was talking too. In this moment, it felt like their roles were reversed. Almagro bit his lip to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He scratched a spot bellow his ear. As his mouth opened to speak again, Rorke fixed his eyes on him.
"I see." He adjusted the thinly framed glasses on his nose and sat back in his rather big seeming chair. He leaned back to rest his arms on the arm rests.
"He is good. Good enough to have me reconsider the shutdown of your…vendetta, as I like to call it. "Rorke huffed in annoyance but stopped himself from any provocation, since he knew too damn well how much his funds and resources were affected by this clown's decisions. Rorke shifted in his seat, ready to have some real talk then took a short but considered glance at his watch.
"That's what I wanted to hear." Gabe smirked while throwing his arms in the air as, if he was thankful for the mercy.
"In fact he appears to be so affective that the Ghosts, dropped off the radar." The president remarked, glaring at Rorke, who put on only a slight thrown to still have some breathing room for later. It was no secret, that after the mission to Borneo, his old friends made a quick and silent exit. No satellite was able track their signal, at least for now; some data was still being analysed.
"Let me tell you that this is much harder than signing papers and looking pretty for the cameras all good day long." Rorke got up and leaned over the table; now his face stopped only inches from Almagro who had some sweat building up on his forehead, but kept his iron mask.
"I am sure a sweet little office sitter like you understands." Rorke turned around to make Almagro feel how insignificant his fancy uniform and title was to Rorke.

"But don't you worry, little one. Ol' Gabe will catch those scary spooky ghosts in no time." Rorke looked once more over his shoulder before he left the room.

Rubbing his face as he sat up, Merrick's glance immediately shifted to look for his cell.
"Urgh…10:30…" He mumbled to himself. This was the first time in years that he had slept in. These night's out on the town weren't as easily shrugged off by him anymore as he used to. He cracked his neck with a groan. It took some minutes before he forced himself to dress himself. The only thing that made him feel better was the fact that Keegan was probably as fucked up as himself

He took the clothes, that had been placed in the wardrobe beside the bed and threw them on. Thirst the navy-blue skin tight shirt than some cargo pants with some boots. He hated new boots, not only because he was prone to blisters but because it made him realise how much better things here were. He hated it. He couldn't believe he was here while innocents still died back home, good people that did nothing wrong to deserve a bullet to the head. He didn't know what was worse, that Hesh had to learn the hard way that Logan plays for the other team now or that he had to keep up with Mila's crap all day. The three of them didn't belong here.
In the drawer below the clothing stack he found his pistol with brand new holster. He put It on and wondered if Mila had adjusted it, she knew his size and all. He shrugs the thought off not wanting to get back into his emotions which were a mess to begin with. Ever since she disappeared he had never opened his heart again but when he saw her again, it certainly skipped a beat, what made him feel insecure for the first time in years. No way, he wouldn't let his feelings get the best of him. He made the mistake once.

He wasn't exactly sure where he was and walking down the rather old looking hallway, which was decorated with wooden panelling and carped floor, didn't have to offer any more clues either. He found it to be corny. A pair of soldiers came walking into his direction, who seemed to freeze for a moment as they saw the rank on his jacket. Merrick rolled his eyes already.
"Captain Merrick." They saluted to him and he just simply nodded. Mila had the nerve to outfit his clothes with his Name and Rank. Back home none of his clothes displayed his actual rank because he liked to present himself as a warrior not a leader. He learned from his old man that rank did not matter. He only accepted the position of field commander because Elias wouldn't stop bickering about it and Keegan wasn't the type for it.

Merrick moved into the elevator swiftly to not be seen by anyone. He just wanted to find Keegan, grab Hesh and Riley then get the fuck out of this circus. He read the labels beside the elevator buttons.

"Alright…Let's try…Ground Floor." He mumbled and pressed the button, but as he did so he noticed that his engagement ring was gone. He slightly punched the metal wall of the elevator.
"That-" He throwned but swallowed the words when the door opened to a crowded main hall. What was all the lining up in front of desks with officers behind them for? Was this an enlisting date? It had to be since some people handed documents over and confirmed personal data. So many young faces. It kind of made him remember the day he ran off from home to join the Navy. His mother hated him for it. He had the image of his mother's tear stained face still vividly in front of himself, when she told him he was no longer her son. It was natural for him that she wouldn't accept his decision because she had already lost her beloved husband to the Navy.

A rather high pitched chuckle catches his attention. He knew this voice but couldn't quite pin point who it belonged to. He searched the room to find that the girl he had brawled with. What was her name? Carina?...Cathy…Cady! Stupid name. Merrick became curious about what she was up to.
Cady seemed to be talking to someone who was enlisting. It was a girl with the same hair colour, body size and shape as well as tone of voice. What was this about. Merrick was quick to follow Cady after the two girls had embraced and exchanged two envelopes. Oh, how hard it would hit Mila to find out that her daughter was being a bad girl. Cady let the envelope disappear in her bag and then stretched a little. The girl looked over her shoulder and Merrick was quick to hide in the crowd. His curiosity got the best of himself and he snooped after her. Normally he would find this to be crazy but something about this girl sparked his interest. I calculated his chance if he could snatch the envelope from her bag without her noticing. He thought some more about this when he casually walked after her to the main gate of the parameter. It was easy play for him.

When she put her headphones to listen to music and sat down on a bench he saw his chance. He only had one shot at this. The bench she sat down at stood right beside a corner of a smaller garden shed. She browsed in her bag for a book and began to read. Once she had the book in her hand, she carelessly dropped the bag down beside her on the ground. This was too easy. His plan was sabotaged by Cady though when she reached for the documents and he barely could pull his hand away in time. He just stayed silent. Peaking around the corner he managed to catch a glimpse at the paper's big bold headline which read enlisting form. In the corner, it had an approval stamp.
"No way." Merrick didn't know if he should show schadenfreude for Mila, or if he should be scared for this girl's life. If she couldn't even win a fight against him, how would she survive actual combat. He turned away and closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Hey." He said pretending he was casually passing by. Cady was clearly surprise and scrambles to stuff the papers back into the envelope. She looks up at him with her hazel eyes and blushes heavily in embarrassment.
"C-Captain…Merrick?!" She went wide eyed and Merrick sighed again. He facepalmed when he saw how badly she had tried to cover her black eye. She clearly wasn't as much into make-up as she was into combat, judging by the title of the book she had with her.
"I just wanted to see if you are ok…got you pretty bad back there" He explained pointing to his own eye to imply what he was refering to. Cady looked down not knowing what to say.
"Is..is my technique really sloppy?" She glanced back up and her eyes locked on his. He couldn't help it but laugh at her question but she didn't take it well. She stood up and grabbed her stuff. She took his response as a yes; at least she was used to being laughed at.
"You forgot your book" Merrick walked after her and she stopped. There was a moment of silence.

"Oh,…ermm,…You can keep it" She tried too hard to sound tough what made Merrick almost chuckle again but this time he kept himself together. She puffed up her face and knitted her forehead as Merrick refused to let go off the book.
"No, worries. Your secret is save with me." He briefly mentioned to her before he let go and walks off again. Cady swallowed; her mother would kill her if she found out that she enlisted for the selection competition of the Ghosts.

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