I have to admit; it was quite boring just floating around in a tank all day. Especially since I couldn't move my body.
About three hours ago, I had had this awful itch on my back, but I couldn't scratch it.
It had been the most agonizing twenty minutes of my life, waiting for the itch to disappear.
My boredom had gotten so bad that I had actually started missing the Voice. Though, with the Damocles Steel embedded in my body, it was very unlikely I'd hear it anytime soon.
Sometimes, Raphael or Gabriel would come and talk with me, telling me stories about their preparations for the war or some other thing. After a while, they'd be called away, but not before promising to come back to talk with me soon.
It was so mind-numbingly dull I wanted to cry. While I was happy that they took the time to actually talk to me, listening to them talk all the time was just so…tedious.
Michael hadn't visited yet, but apparently he was in the middle of another part of the War. Not that him visiting was something I wanted. He'd probably spend the entire time laughing at me.
Cassian was the only one whose visits I actually looked forward to. He would come over, make a bit of casual conversation, before updating me on the happenings back at Witch Hunt. He'd then proceed to request my permission for a number of orders to be relayed back to Witch Hunt.
In other words, he actually gave me something to do other then to mentally twiddle my thumbs. I couldn't even access the Internet damn it!
A knock on the glass woke me out of my self-pity. Looking up, I saw Gabriel wave at me.
"You doing ok?"
Blink.
"That's good. I just came by to update you. We managed to track down Prisoner 1." I mentally smiled, knowing full well that it wouldn't affect my physical body in any way. "Interestingly enough, it turns out he ran to the Greek Camp, which Michael is about to attack."
Oh the irony. Out of the pot and straight into the fire. Gabriel, as if reading my mind, smiled.
"I'm sure you're thinking something like 'Out of the pot and straight into the fire'." Wow, she's good. "Anyways, I hope you don't mind, but I need to borrow some of your SWT. To be exact, Division 3."
I didn't answer immediately, as I was surprised at Gabriel's knowledge. My "Special Warfare Troops weren't exactly public knowledge. Even amongst my fellow Branch heads, only Michael knew of their existence. And even he didn't know the Division numbers and specialties. Gabriel had just requested the support of Division 3 of the SWT, or as I liked to call them, Baskerville.
My special hunter-killer unit, trained specifically to locate their targets anywhere on the planet, and kill them without leaving a corpse. They weren't the nicest unit I had at my disposal, but definitely amongst the most effective.
God knows why she needs them. I thought to myself, blinking once.
"Thanks Daemon!" Gabriel said, smiling sweetly. "I owe you one!"
Just don't ever talk about your love life again. I begged silently, wishing I could use telepathy. Then we'll call it even.
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