Chapter 1.5

1944, somewhere near Mont Saint-Michel

It was a hot and sunny day as two Liberian supply truck drives down the road towards their destination. In these two trucks were soldiers from the Liberian army's 92nd infantry division.

The young soldiers all just sat in silence or talked to the person next to them as they drove to their destination

"I can't believe they actually did it." a young sergeant says to his lieutenant as he rolls the sleeves up on his olive green hbt uniform and fixing the cap on his head, as he seemed to be mad about the current situation they were in. He sat there rubbing his brown eyes with his palm waiting for a answer from his lieutenant.

"Relax yourself Clyde, think of this as a great situation." the young lieutenant, appearing to be twenty years of age responded to his second in command. The sergeant, who looked to be sixteen looked at his commanding officer with a "are you kidding me" face

"Are you serious? You really think this is great? Because I know I'm not tired of fighting. Hell, I could go toe-to-toe with two turtles right now." Clyde said punching at the air.

"I know you might be wanting to get back on the field, but can you speak for the rest our men?" The lieutenant asked tilting his head towards the rest of their comrades in the vehicle. The young sergeant had to consider that his men were suffering from fatigue from being on the frontlines for too up against aliens will do that to you if you were just a regular soldier.

"So who's base is this, Gallian or Britannian air force?" Clyde asked.

"nope, it's 501st JFW." The lieutenant replied.

"That's the strike witches HQ ain't it?"

"Uh huh."

"Why are we guarding a witch base? I thought witches could take care of themselves." Clyde asked looking puzzled. The lieutenant looked at the sergeant as if he just asked him a stupid question.

"I guess you forgetting that they still gotta go out on missions which require them to leave the base, sergeant." The lieutenant checked his subordinate.

"We just ain't guards either, we still gotta do plenty around the base." The sergeant sat there silently for a moment.

"Plus, we're not going to be the only ones stationed there, it's plenty of military personnel that's gonna to be there."the lieutenant stated.

"Like who?" Clyde questioned.

"Well they got a unit of Britannian commandos stationed there."

"They just taken everybody off the field aren't they?"

The young sergeant sat there waiting impatiently in the supply truck until he felt it come to a stop causing everybody in the vehicle to jerk a bit.

"Alright, everybody out the truck." the lieutenant commanded, "we have arrived at our destination: Mont Saint Michel."

All soldiers from both trucks jumped out and looked around at the base they were stationed at as they stared in amazement.

"What's next lieutenant?" Clyde asked slinging his m1941 johnson rifle on his shoulder.

"Now, we go and meet the wing commander, so lets head in." the lieutenant replied, "We don't want her waiting." the two then began their way up the steps of the castle to the commander's office.

The two soldiers walked through the giant halls of the castle to their destination for about two minutes.

"Man, how can't you get lost in here, Like a damn maze." Clyde groaned looking around. The lieutenant just kept staring straight ahead as they strolled through the halls, obviously not paying attention to his subordinate's comment.

Clyde looked at his lieutenant before snapping his fingers in his face to get his attention.

"Ay, Eli, you alright?" Clyde asked as the lieutenant snapped back into reality.

"Yeah, I'm cool, just thinking." He said as he shook his head a bit.

"Well what's on y-" clyde's sentence was interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps coming from his right side causing both young men to turn in the direction of the sound.

They looked to see someone stumbling down the hall trying to balance themselves with a box in their hand. The person almost got control of where they were going until making one bad step, causing them to fall right into the sergeant.

Clyde stumbled, but didn't fall catching himself. The figure, on the other hand, dropped to their knees and hands with a loud thud.

Clyde was ready to confront the person who crashed into him, but stopped when he took a glimpse of who it was.

Laying on the ground, rubbing her head, groaning in pain from the sudden collision, was a young blonde girl about sixteen years of age. She wore a dress shirt with a tie and vest along with a jacket.

She appeared to be a witch, as the boys noticed she was wearing no pants. The witch looked up at the two young soldiers that towered over her a bit as she got up and dust her self off.

"I'm so sorry," the witch squeaked out as she bowed her head, apologizing to the sergeant,"I couldn't see where i was going and th-." the girl was cut off when Clyde began to open his mouth.

"No, No, that was my fault miss, sorry." he said with a small smile on his face. The llieutenant decided to insert himself into the small conversation.

"Sorry ma'am, but do you mind me asking who are you?" the lieutenant asked as politely as he could.

"Oh, I'm Sergeant Lynette Bishop of the Britannia air force." Lynette said as she extended her hand.

"Lieutenant Elijah Jackson, 92nd infantry." Jackson replied gently shaking her hand.

"We're looking for commander Wilcke's office, could you tell us where it is?"

"Just keep going and it's the door at the end, lieutenant." Lynette instructed. Jackson gave her a "thank you" as he and Clyde began their way down the hall again until Clyde stopped and turned around to see the girl struggling with the box in her hand again.

He looked at his lieutenant then back at the girl as he ran back to her. He then relieved her of the box, which didn't really feel that heavy on him.

"Here let me help you with that, miss" Clyde said getting a firm grip on the box.

"Oh, no, that's okay, I wouldn't want to be any trouble." Lynette softy said as she clasped her hands together with a small frown visible on her face.

"It's no trouble at all ma'am, what person would I be to leave you in a difficult situation and not do anything." Clyde assured her.

"Lieutenant, I'll be back just delay for me awhile, just tell the commander what ever you need to tell her."

"Yeah, alright. Just hurry up and get there." the lieutenant began walking again as the sergeant began walking in the opposite direction.

Jackson finally made it to his stop and knocked on the door. A faint "come in" is heard as he twist the knob and pushes the door open. He steps in to see a red headed girl in Karlslander uniform about a year older than him sitting down at a desk signing a stack of papers. Behind her was a black haired Fusonese girl with a patch on her left eye who appeared to be aiding her with the papers.

Both girls looked up towards the door to see the Lieutenant standing their taking off his hbt cap.

"Commander Wilcke?" Jackson asked.

"Yes?" the commander replied. Jackson saluted as he

"lieutenant Elijah Jackson, from the 92nd."

"Ah, yes we were expecting you and your unit, pleasure to meet you lieutenant, I'm commander Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke, This is major Mio Sakamoto." the Commander stood up and shook his hand while the major lieutenant hesitated but returned the bow and went on.

"Before I continue, wasn't there supposed to be another soldier with you?"

"Yes, the sergeant should be here shortly, he ran into one of your witches and decided to help her."

"Well your sergeant sounds like quite the gentleman."

"If only you knew him how I knew him." Jackson muttered. He knew Clyde could be a kind person but he knew different sides to the boy.

Soon the sound of approaching footsteps became audible to everyone in the room as they grew louder. All three people in the room looked towards the office door when the steps stopped for a second and in came the sergeant.

"Sorry I'm late lieutenant, did I miss anything important?" he asked walking to Jackson's side.

"Not a thing sergeant. Commander Wilcke this is sergeant Hester. He's been in my unit for quite some time."

"It's nice to meet you sergeant."

"Likewise, ma'am. Now if your ready we can get down to business."

"Of course," the commander said as her voice became a bit more serious as she sat back down, "as you've might have heard there have been a number of attacks aimed at the base. We don't know why yet but we do know we've taken heavy number of casualties here," she continued, "so far we've lost most of the ground crew and staff."

"We made plenty of request for more personnel but none were answered."

"That's why we're here ma'am, just tell it's what needs to be done and we'll get to it."

"Very well, let's begin." Minna said as they began discussing the details.

Twenty minutes had passed as the two soldiers walked out of the office and made their way down the hall.

As they walked again through the giant building, they spotted three Britannian soldiers walking down the hall towards them.

The two just played them no mind until one of them bumped into Clyde.

"Oi, why don't you watch where your going yank?" the one with his red beret covering his orange hair said with a thick Scottish accent.

"Why don't you make me, Jack?" Clyde taunted Stepping a bit towards him until he was pulled back by Jackson.

"Man, you better let it go cuz it ain't worth it." Jackson said trying to protect his friend.

"Yeah that's right." the two finally parted ways as Clyde just looked back.

"I don't know why but i already feel like I'm gonna beat that white boy's ass." Clyde said seething through his teeth.

2003 Los Angeles

"So when did you meet her?" the boy asked the old man as he sat in his chair.

"What?"

"When did you meet my grandmother?" the boy asked again with a bit of impatience in his voice.

"Oh don't worry I'll be getting to that soon, so just shut yo mouth and keep listening." the old man said as he hushed the kids quiet.

"Now back to the story."

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