Reason to Live: Triela's Diary
Entry 6: Like Playing Cat and Mouse
December 29th,
Dear, Diary
So now that my holiday is over (which never existed in the first place), we were assigned back to our mission after Elsa's case ended with questions. Hillshire told me they never caught the culprit and Section 2 decided to call the case closed. I do, however, found this rather…disturbing. I mean, how can one of us, the near 'invincible' 'Child Assassins' of the SWA be killed so easily? That someone would have to be an excellent marksman, a deadly sharpshooter, a cunning hunter, and a determined soldier; which is extremely rare in the Padania Republic Faction. Unless…
…the murderer is Elsa itself.
Seeing how obsessed she is with Lauro, I can presume that Elsa killed Lauro before committing suicide. What the hell am I writing? Stupid assumptions…I doubt this is even correct. Darn it Hillshire! Stop giving me your paper works and your ridiculously stupid detective stories! It's corrupting my precious mind!
"I thought you enjoy reading those novels he lent you for the first five minutes…" giggling, I fix my glasses "…before I found you asleep with the novel and your drool on it."
As for today's assignment, Hillshire and I; along with the company of Rico and Jean will be tailing a man named Enrico, a suspected Padania bomber which we were ordered to take out. All credit goes to Henrietta and José for eavesdropping on their conversation. So we decided to follow him anywhere…and I mean almost ANYWHERE. Heck when he went to the toilet to do his 'bidding', Hillshire and Jean immediately tailed him inside. I don't know whether he's dumb or just plain stupid (which is the same one way or another) not to realize the 'two conspicuous males' which appears close to him almost constantly. But if he is outside, there's the 'two conspicuous ladies carrying instrument cases' that shows up near him almost anywhere; that is us. At that time, the 'two conspicuous males' were probably taking their toilet breaks or coffee breaks for the thousandth times while we do their labor. I can assume he's just playing dumb…
…on second thought, he might be the one responsible for last years 4 bombings, but outside, he's just plain idiot who doesn't even realized he's tailed.
So, we eventually found his 'nest' on the Tiber River, in a house of one of his sympathizers. Yes, it's not only one; but many. Now I should wonder how come there's people lining up to get themselves executed by us? Stupid question…they're terrorists, of course, what else is there? They just never expected to see a gun-wielding 14 year old blonde doing the execution instead of a 35 year old worthless German. Yes, I'm talking about YOU HILLSHIRE! STOP GIVING ME THOSE DETECTIVE NOVELS!!
"…You've said that already…oh well, it's not my diary,"
By nightfall, the operation starts with me opening the curtains. Using a thin strand of wire tied to my M1917 Bayonet (I always carry), acting it as a garrote wire, I crept up close to whoever it was and strung his neck swiftly, silently, but violently which ended his life instantly. Just for a little bonus, I decided to catch the radio just to make myself look 'cool' before tossing it to the dumbfounded handler of mine. I felt like the boss around here!
"…is this really Triela?" I ask raising an eyebrow "Funny…this Triela is different from what she is at the agency…"
But that moment cut short soon after. After signaling an 'all clear' to Henrietta and José, Hillshire decided to send me up the west wall and wait there for until Henrietta makes his move into the room for an ambush. Without complaints, I held the bayonet in my mouth as I start scaling slowly, but steady. Damn I hate scaling walls…took too much energy.
And so I waited there…waiting and waiting while hearing the breaking glass and the fire from Rico's SVD Dragunov. I decided to sheathe the bayonet back and waited some more. My fingers start to sore; and with Hillshire watching from below it doesn't help me settle this little creature inside my stomach (nervousness, tense…whichever I feel right) to stop jumping! Finally, the signal is given from Henrietta's SIG. I kick myself away from the wall, kicks the window open, held unto the bar using my left hand while my right hand grabs the shotgun and swung it right to Enrico's face! Moments later, knowing he's cornered, he raise his hand up for surrender…seriously, my finger is itchy enough to pull the trigger if he decided to keep his hands down for more than one second.
…speaking of which…how do I look after I crash through the window?
Fixing my glasses for the I-don't-know time, I let out a little chuckle after knowing that Triela is after all, just a girl considering her mechanical body. Girls at her age usually go for dress ups and loves having fun, and I can see that in Triela through her diary. Alright, no time to waste! There's still hours to go before Triela returns to her room escorted by her oh-so-beloved-Frederick. And so, I lift up my index finger, and turns to…
December 30th,
Dear, Diary…