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Chapter 4

A few days had passed since Soap and his team, which we found out was named BNTY for some reason, had left Delta Base.

Much to both our dismay and our glee, we found that he wasn't wrong about a few things. There was a LOT of stuff that needed to be done to the base; specifically to make the lower floors of the base livable, so we started with the massive hole in the wall of the room we decided to make our general common room. After that, we would have to fix up the room that would become our barracks.

The idea was that we were all going to sleep in the same room, however, the others had a different idea.

"Since this place is so flipping huge, are you sure that we shouldn't just get our own rooms?" Rachel asked as we finished covering the hole with a final layer of plaster.

"I'm sure. I mean, we've all been sleeping in the same room for the past 30 years." I said.

"Ok, fine. But I still think that you should at least get your own room." Rachel said.

From across the room I could hear the guys agree with her.

"Why's that?" I asked, honestly confused.

"Well, I mean you are our team leader and now that we actually have the ability and means to follow proper protocol, why shouldn't we?" I heard our resident military man say from across the room.

Andy and Rachel agreed.

I sighed in disbelief as I sat down for the first time in a few hours, my tiny frame thanking me when I did.

"Well, you aren't wrong..." I started to say as I wiped the sweat from my brow.

Just then, the bull faunus chimed in. "Right now it's the best way we can say 'thank you' for saving our lives nearly 30 years ago."

The others, again, agreed in chorus.

"Alright, fine." I said defeated. Suddenly a light bulb went off in my head. "On one condition." I said, smiling deviously.

"Sure, anything for you Daliah." Andy said from somewhere behind me.

"I will accept your thank you on the condition that as long as we are under Soap's contract, you all will write down everything that happens and has happened until we die." I said with a smirk.

The others were silent for a moment while they processed what I had said.

"WHAT?!" I heard them scream at me a minute later.

"Why?!" Andy half asked, half screamed.

"Why not?" I responded.

"Well, there's the fact that someone could find what we write and track us down. Also there's the fact that I suck at writing." Andy said.

"Not all of us were journalists and aspiring novelists like you Daliah." Kevin said trying to reason with me.

Unfortunately for him, I wasn't going to back off easily. "Ok. Fair point but think about it, if we survive this contract, and even if we don't, this will be something that people will be able to read and talk about." They went quiet when I said that.

I knew better than anyone that each of us had a piece of us that wanted to be known. We all had the desire to let the public know what happened all those years ago and that we were still alive.

"You know that I still wish to let our superiors know what happened. If you do this, then we might be able to do just that." I said.

"Daliah, do even know if any of them are still alive?" Rachel asked.

"I know for certain that the King of Vale is still alive. I have no idea about your superiors though." I responded. "Why don't you ask Soap to see if they are?"

"Yeah, I guess we could do that." Kevin said. After a little more thought, he agreed. "I'll agree to your b.s. condition."

"Andy?"

"Sure, why the hell not?" He responded.

"Rachel?"

"I'll agree on one condition."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I get to pick which room you get and decorate it." She said almost certain that I wouldn't agree to her condition.

I shuddered at the thought of Rachel having complete control over what would be in my room. Back when were still hunters in training, she supposedly had the most bizarre looking room in all of her school and if I agreed, I would be letting that same person decorate my room without a budget. It would take a bit of getting used to but I think I would be able to do it so I agreed.

"Alright deal." I said confidently.

Without so much as a second's hesitation, Rachel took off down the hall.

As I watched her open door after door trying to decide which one would be mine, I heard Kevin speak behind me, "You do realize that you just unleashed a beast, right?"

"Yep and I'm somehow ok with that." I said turning around to catch a glimpse of Kevin trying to sneak off. I grabbed him just before he got away.

"Oh no. You and Andy are coming with me. You two are going to learn the basics of how to write a novel." I said as I dragged the two of them to the library.

"You never said that we would have to novelize our everyday life, just that we would have to write it down." Andy said now horrified.

"Yeah, but that's what I meant."

~Kevin

I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just writing to write at this point. I don't know how to write at all, much less a novel! What the hell was Daliah thinking?

Oh well, I can't refuse an order from our fearless leader. I suppose I should start with who I am.

My name is Kevin Green. I am a part of team DARK put together by the four kingdoms to address a threat from outside the walls of the kingdoms.

I am 5'11" and am currently 58 years old although I look like I'm 28.

My eyes are emerald green and my hair is black in the style of a sloppy buzzcut. It's sloppy because before now I was only able to cut it with Daliah's sword every other month.

I am a rare faunus type known as the bull faunus. I was military trained by early Atlas leadership and still have the old outfit to prove it.

Our leader is a bit odd.

Her name is Daliah Black and is 55 years old but she looks like a 15 year old schoolgirl. She has a very tiny bust and is 4'3".

Her eyes are hazel green and her hair is black, shoulder length, and wavy.

She's a faunus like me.

I could go on about her but I think she'd kill me if put anymore to paper.

She said that we're supposed to be writing what we do on a day to day basis. Something that she said should only take about 30 minutes a day.

Alright, let's give this a shot.

Today was our third day here at Delta base and our third day under contract with Soap.

That guy and his team are weird. They're bounty hunters but their skill is something I can only compare to veteran hunters but I'm getting off topic.

Today we repaired the vehicle bay, the kitchen, and our common room. By late tonight we should have the barracks fixed up.

I guess that's all that we really did today so I'll pick this back up tomorrow.

"Daliah, is this enough? I wrote about who I am and what we did today."

"Yeah. That should be good. You can go now."

"Oh thank god!"

~Daliah

Now is a good time to mention that I won't be including every perspective from every single day; just what I consider important.

I should probably stop now and get to sleep soon; Soap wants to see us run a mission for him soon so that he can judge our skills which means preparation time.

I say that, but I honestly have no idea what he has in store for us; I guess we shall see.

A/N: This will be be the last of these for a bit. I'm going to be focusing on the main story again.

Let me know what you guys think.