Thread: New Orders (Razgriz x moonlit raven)

Marcus sat on the crate, not really paying attention as the girl passed the canteen back until he heard the clink of it being set down. He turned his head to watch her sit down any other person would have felt sorry for the girl. Marcus did, but only to the extent that he understood her misfortune. Nothing else about her mattered much to him this would be made obvious by the fact he would not speak to her until their ride came. Marcus' ears perked up when he heard the loud rumbling of two different engine types that would be the jeep and APCs that were here to extract him, the girl and the rest of El Rey's servants. Marcus got up from his seat and said flatly to the girl Stay here. He then unlocked the compound gate for the first APC to come into the courtyard it backed up so that its rear hatch could open. About 15 fully armored, fully armed Marines came out of the carrier one of them gave slight whistle when he saw the carnage. Damn, fuckin' no one left alive. He then turned and saw Marcus, still dressed up in his Ghillie suit. You must be the guy code-named Hawkeye. Command said you were good, but fuck. Did you kill everyone? Marcus just nodded and replied, What's your name, soldier?. It's not that he wanted to be friends with this guy he just hated being at a disadvantage. Gunnery Sergeant William Boland, sir. Your ride's out front Command wants you to take the girl with you back to the base. Chief's got some special orders for you. Marcus cursed mentally what the hell was going now? Every time the Chief had him bring in any rescued captives, it was never good for him. Another Marine, this one a combat medic, then walked up to the girl they'd been debriefed about her and were to administer first aid if necessary. The man could tell she was feeling dizzy her body was trembling even as she sat. She was probably suffering from heat exhaustion too. The element of fear was clearly present in her expression the amount of blood on her told him that she was there when Hawkeye massacred the entire soldier group. He approached her slowly, laying down his weapon, an M60 light machine gun , to show her he meant no harm. He then spoke, in a considerably warmer tone of voice than the 'demon' she had been with for the past half an hour, Hello. Don't worry, I'm not here to harm you. I'm Staff Seargent John Mills, but you can call me John if you want. I just want to make sure you're alright. May I ask you your name, little one? He then pulled out his medkit in it were various medical supplies including bandages, cold compresses, gauze, bottles of ginger for nausea, and other things. The medic took one of the coldpacks and broke the packet inside he then handed it to the girl and said, Here, this will bring your temperature down. He then took one of the bottles of ginger and cracked it open he poured a couple of pills into his hand and held them out to her, This will help with you nausea. Trust me, ginger works wonders. It was at this point that Marcus finished his discussion with the other Marine about how he had to report to the Chief with the girl. Hey, doc, whenever you're finished with your little Care Bear moment, the girl has to come with me. John chuckled and replied rather coldly, My apologies, I forget that you expect everyone to be a heartless killing machine. Soldiers aren't supposed to let emotions cloud their judgment, as you say. Marcus just stared at him emptily they were wasting daylight here. John then stood and stared Marcus in the face, I don't know how Spec Ops works, but if you're their so-called 'ideal soldier', then I want nothing to do with that division of the Armed Forces. This girl just underwent one of the most traumatic experiences, and you just blow it off like it's just a flesh wound. Have you no empathic capability? John found it difficult, as a medic who took care of soldiers, to imagine how anyone could live with such a cold heart. Marcus just stared him, his lifeless eyes an infinite abyss. John then nodded his head, I see now. You're just as dead as the men you kill. I thought when I first worked with you, that it was just a one time thing but now I see I was wrong. One look from your eyes could freeze a volcano in mid-eruption. May God have mercy on your soul, Hawkeye. After checking on the girl a bit and finding nothing else wrong, John grabbed his weapon and stormed off. Marcus gave a derisive snort and turned back to the girl, clearly unfazed by John's words. Come on, we have to go. Now.