Josueb: that...isn't too bad. Your suggestion is noted.
Rule 2: You are a soldier
I am special, I am a soldier.
My armor is special, it was my mothers. Father says it was designed like Chinese Stealth armor (I have seen prototypes and the only difference are the shoulder guards) but the shoulder guards are like those of the White Legs from the Great Salt Lake; the legs end at my knees.
My father gives me special tasks, I am an infiltrator. I am a killer. I do what I am told without question and that makes me an excellent soldier.
I am showed no favor, I am a soldier.
"You have done well," Father says slowly, running a hand over the head I have dropped in front of him. "I may have a special assignment for you."
I hear the slight malice in his tone and my back instinctively straightens. "You are displeased."
He looks up at me from under his brow and then I see his eyes move to the right. I hesitate and then look over, seeing Vulpes and Lanius leaning over the table spread with a large map of the Mojave. They are talking about Hoover Dam, I know it. The biggest goal, the goal I have been helping fight for. I stare too long and Lanius looks up, prompting Vulpes to look back at me, uncaring eyes bright, power hungry.
I blink and they look away, Lanius pointing where I believe Mt. Charleston is. I tense as I feel Father press into my left side, his lips close and swift as he hides the fact he is whispering to me, feigning the act of retiring to his bed.
"Trust neither of them..."