Chapter Six: "Death of a friend"
Corneria, surface
MDH (Military Detention Hospital)
3:00 PM
Military Time: 0300 hrs
Later that day in the Hospital, Becker was unconscious from the operation, Red One were standing in the room were Becker had the operation glancing at Becker's lifeless body, David was taking it hard he was trying not to let his sympathy overcome him as he was sitting on a chair, he lowered his head down at the ceramic flooring his palm on his forehead he was a bit confused on why his best friend in the sick bed. He sighed, "I should've saved you." He winced at the ground he gripped his charcoal camouflage shirt seems like he was regretting everything. He shifted his head towards the monitor of Becker's health it said, "Heart Beat: 20". He hit the chair with his fist as he swayed with the motion of the hit, "Damn. He's not going to make it." He grumbled at himself, Lieutenant Hughes looked at David, he knew what it felt to lose a friend. He walked out of the room as the doors opened automatically, he glanced at the room number, "105". Lieutenant Hughes leaned on the corridors wall he folded his arm as he shifted his legs behind his other right leg giving him support, he utilized his index finger towards his chin drifting into his own little world. While Scott was leaning on the wall he was trying to redeem his precedent past, seems like everything was trying to haunt Scott all at the same time, whilst this was happening his body fell into motion his stomach felt like it was tied in knots perhaps nervous, he shook his head while into deep thought as he was skimming through the past of his child-hood, he felt like time would stop, he saw visions of his past frame by frame as though if sparks would be illuminating his past it felt as if there were fast pace time elapsed, and images spun in his head of Desert Templar his brother John Staten dying in a sick bed, saying, "What-ever you do, don't feed in into your emotions in war."
"Hey, you okay, Scott?" Scott jumped a bit startled from the low voice behind him as he shook his head as he redeem his senses back again, it was Joey, as he walked from the break room, "Uh..Yeah, I'm fine." Scott said in a depressed manor more like a mutter underneath his lips, "How's Becker doing?" he quickly response Joey lowered his head a bit thinking towards himself, as he finally approached the news, with somewhat gurgling his voice, "Becker…Died, he couldn't keep up. His heart rate dropped quickly." Scott cursed underneath his breath, as he pounded his fist against the wall hard Joey never seen Scott this angry before especially when it involved with his team. He glanced at the bandages from Scott's fist.
He shouldn't have pounded the wall it will tore a tissue of his hand and start bleeding again, he walked out frustrated from the hospital, when walking away from his teammates he swiftly strode outside feeling a light breeze of the Cornerian air hearing the slightest winds coming from the East the leaves were brisling at the effect of the wind, cars were slightly in sight, a perfect nice day, but horrible in Scotts eye's Red One were all exhausted from the many days, and nights in the red-zone district of Corneria. Alone yet again trying to locate redeem his past trying to avoid his team, he pulled out a light cigarette box from his pocket, as he lift the lid opened and he lightly stick the cigarette in his mouth reaching for another lighter, he flicked the metal spring and a flame came out he felt the heat emitting from the friction, as the flame lighted the tip, he took a deep breath and he smoked the content inside, and put it back in his mouth, still kind of depressed then he put the lighter, and box inside his pocket, when David entered outside he glanced at Scott sitting on a cement bench lowering his head, David said in a low toned voice, "I thought you stopped smoking." He shook his head negatively in a swift movement, "I did, but it seemed like a perfect opportunity," he said while lowering his hand, "I'm sorry for you're lost, David. Regretfully, I am sorry; he fought well in our group." David nodded, "Thanks."
David stood there leaning against the brick wall, folding his arms, "You really didn't have friends did you, Scott?" he said in a low tone yet again, "No, I didn't actually. It was actually me, and my conscious, my will to survive I didn't need friends." Scott said with a grin, and he was grumbling a bit. He took another breathe of the smoke that was surrounding him, seemed to be helping Scott's emotion value's. His irises glanced at the scenery outside; he had a sense of peace and serenity, almost too peaceful, a sanctuary. His arm limb computer glowed with a transparent message box as he clicked the button the computer downloaded the documents it was already pre-recorded in the message, it was Colonel Kuris. "I've heard there was an accident regarding Davis Becker's death," Scott grumbled and frowned as the message was a faint murmur not paying any attention of the terms, "After the revolt against the BioMecs and failing the secondary objective on locating James McCloud, I am now disbanding your unit. I'm sorry Lieutenant." Kuris took in remorse after the last line David looked at Scott, not knowing on what Scott would do in his actions, "Well" he sighed, "I guess Red One is no more." He used his weight to climbed up from the cement bench, and flicked the butt of the cigarette as he stomped it with his boot. "Tell Joey about the news" as Scott didn't seem to care, hopefully Joey would care about the situation, when they entered Scott and David showed there military ID and confirmed them to enter the MDH barracks, trying to locate him, Joey was having a snack in a the break room, and they told Joey about the news, he wasn't shocked he was angry at the failed attempts of the missions. It really wasn't their fault at all, it was their currency because they were in a mercenary group. As for Becker, the army would notify his family, and wife.