when you miss a day in the upload schedule, but then hide away in a corner.
Hiro and Zero Two both left the medical ward, the sun's rays beaming down on the two. Hiro took a few seconds to relax and breathe, Zero Two however, seemed like she was dying, as fatigue filled her body. Hiro took note of this and helped Zero Two onto his bike, putting a helmet on her, and then kicking it off.
"Stay awake for a little bit more okay, Zero Two?" Hiro asked the tired girl, somewhat worried for her well being.
"Mhm..." Zero Two mumbled, holding onto him tightly.
Seventeen minutes passed before they reached their homely abode, Hiro picking up the fatigued Zero Two in bridal style, carrying her into the large house. Zero Two took this as an opportunity to hug Hiro, wrapping her arms around his neck weakly. Hiro let out a small chuckle as he walked down the hall and up the stairway.
He pushed opened the master bedroom door with his foot, walking in to lay Zero Two down on the large bed. Hiro lifted a blanket and placed it onto her, the pink haired girl snuggling into it and shutting her tired eyes. The ex-military man stroked her hair, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Get some rest. We're going to Kabira tomorrow." Hiro spoke softly to Zero Two, only to have her replied with a happy noise that was quite impossible to explain.
The black haired man walked out of the room, slowly shutting then walking down the stairs towards his small office, opening the door. Inside was around three shelves of mechanical contraptions and even a few rifles like a Steyr AUG A3 and a Howa Type 89. There was also a few file cambinets and bins full of mechanical parts. In the middle of all that there was a singular desk which had multiple pictures and papers spread out. Hiro slowly walked over to the desk, and sat down, picking up a picture frame which had a painted red "13" and had his old fireteam hanging out and relaxing.
Hiro poured himself some vodka and sat back, taking a sip and laughing.
"Well, Fernando, this one's for you." Hiro poured another glass. "And you too Ambers."
"Can't forget you two." Hiro sat back. Four glasses of alcohol sat on the table, a blessing to his old friends. His dead old friends.
Hiro pulled his Howa Type 89 off the shelf and started to polish it with a rag. His humming woild be the only noise other than the scrubbing of the beaten rag. It was a unique tune, and it called for happiness, and sadness at the same time.
"If only." Hiro spoke to himself in the dimly lit room.
"If only..." He repeated, staring down at the rifle, the gunmetal reflecting to show his face, Hiro staring down with sorrow.
Hiro took a deep breath and put the rifle downwards, staring up at the ceiling, his sea green eyes unblinking, the atmosphere of the room, dark and grim. He couldn't help but remember.
"Sergeant Hitori, you're up." Major Lopez pointed at the M24 rifle that was on the table. "Remember. Shoot to kill. You're in the AMR now. We're only here to kill."
Hiro watched as his friend walked up to the sniper rifle, his light brown eyes unblinking as he picked up the rifle, and positioning himself. The blonde haired soldier lifted the rifle up and aiming down the sights. With a quick inhale, he fired his round. Quickly, stabilizing his aim, he fired another, rinse repeat, until he wasted his magazine.
"Impressive. Private Ambers. You we're assigned as the fireteam's medic, no?" Major Lopez asked the small girl.
"Yes sir!" She saluted. Her petite figure made everything look so... Large on her.
"I see." The Major replied. "Well, get on your Scalar MAR556."
The small girl saluted and shimmied over to her rifle. She was in a rough aiming stance, firing a succession of three round bursts until her magazine was spent. Her nimble hands allowed her to reload her rifle very quickly, perhaps a little over the average speed.
"Very good. However, you need work on your stance." The tall male spoke. "Private Everett. Basic infantry, rifleman, no?"
"Yes sir." The white man spoke with his british accent.
"Get on your HK G72" Lopez commanded.
The british man, who was clearly older than everyone other than Lopez walked over towards his rifle. He quickly lifted it and got into a rare stance, which favorite spraying the rifle from a distance rather than sharpshooting or bursting. The british man smiled and let his trigger go loose, firing a copious amount of rounds into the target. A the rounds seemed to be grouped quite well, which was quite impressive to Hiro.
"Excellent. Corporal Rakoto, designated sniper from Touggourt. Get on that NTW-20. I'll give you a briefing. Target is 650 kilometers away. You have one round. Show me what you got." The Major told the other man, patting his back.
The large man went proned behind rhe massive anti-material rifle, readying his shot. With the quick pulled of the trigger, an explosion was heard and a projectile was in the air. Everyone waited on Lopez to spot the round.
"It's a hit. Target will bleed out in approximately 35 seconds." The Major spoke.
"Now, Lance Corporal Tomatsu. Rifleman. You know what to do." The Major called Hiro to the front.
Hiro took a deep breah. He quickly lifted his rifle fired three bursts into three seperate targets and than spraying the last target down.
"Impressive, Lance Corporal." The Major clapped his hands. "Where'd you learn that?"
Hiro looked up, at the cloudless sky. "My... Father."