Thread: New Orders (Razgriz x moonlit raven)

Oh, no, little lady. You're being escorted to the showers to clean up and that's that. Don't worry about Hawkeye we'll take the heat for ya. A girl like you deserves it, especially after all you've been through. Timothy said. Marcus just grumbled he wanted to hand this girl off and be done with it he had other things to do than play Care-Bear all day. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the base. Hawkeye climbed out, his Ghillie making him seem even larger than normal. He then turned and said, These two will escort you to the showers, then bring you to the Commander's tent. You have ten minutes. He then turned and began a death march pace to the Base Commander's quarters. Donovan looked at Sayori and said, Tch, ten minutes my well-toned ass. Little lady, you take as long as you need. We'll even bring you a change of clothes to cover up in though I'm not sure any of it will fit you too well. Even the women here are bigger than you. No offense meant, of course. Timothy chuckled, Yeah, but that makes 'em feisty, and that's what I love about them. Donovan chuckled and said, Oh, so you like getting punched in the face every time you make a pass at them? Timothy laughed heartily, What can I say? I love tough women, really gets me going. Donovan just shook his head, a big smile on his face, before turning back to Sayori, Alright, if you'll just follow us, m'lady, the showers await. It was clear there would be no arguing here they got out and motioned for her to follow. After clearing out the men's showers completely, due to the lady's showers being out of commission and the women of the base having showered already, the whole thing would be hers to use. Complete and utter privacy. There you go, ma'am. It's all yours, and don't worry, there aren't any windows and we'll stand guard so no one can sneak a peek at you. Meanwhile, Marcus was marching like a machine towards his on-base CO's quarters. His current and true CO was back in the states. The guards outside the tent saluted him and parted to let him pass. Stepping inside, still clothed in his now-hoodless Ghillie suit, Marcus gave a crisp salute to General Thomas Aiden, who currently had his back to Marcus as he reviewed a map of the terrain in Marcus' opinion, one of the finest men to don the uniform. A squat, grey-haired man with a broad jaw and shoulders to match, his freshed-press green outfit studded with his various badges, medals and rank insignias told anyone he was a man with much experience in the art of war. Sir, reporting mission accomplished. Marcus said calmly. Aiden turned around, a wide smile on his face, At ease, Lieutenant Redwin. Marcus looked a bit surprised, Lieutenant? But sir, I'm a Captain. Aiden shook his head, Not anymore you're not. After I relayed your mission reports to the brass, they felt it necessary to give you a substantial promotion. A well-deserved one, I'd say. For you to single-handedly take out El Rey, El Diablo and his 'Executores', and liberate the souls trapped in that hellish fortress, is a feat no one could ever imagine to accomplish. So you don't need to salute me son, hell, I should be saluting you. The whole country should be saluting you. Congress should be building a goddamn memorial to you. Marcus just stood there, letting Aiden go on about his accomplishments. But Marcus had a very different reason for killing El Rey than patriotic duty no, this was personal. El Rey took someone from him, and he was out for blood. Marcus knew there were others, but he let the desk jockeys find out where they were hiding, then leave the killing up to him. Aiden then saw the pistol and LMG on Marcus' form, Son, if it's alright, could you lay those right here on the table? I wanna see them up close. Marcus nodded and did just that, laying the gold-plated weapons on the table before him. Aiden then just stared at them, a wide grin on his face before he finally picked up the Desert Eagle. Amazing, 'La Muerte' is in my hands. They said this gun would never leave El Rey's side, but I guess they were wrong. He then handed it butt-first back to Marcus, saying You take good care of that, and the machine gun too. Those are fine trophies. Marcus nodded and then said, Will do, sir. Now I was informed about a meeting with my at-home Commander, something about special orders. Aiden nodded, bringing out a laptop hooked into a satellite feed. We are connected. Patching you through, Lieutenant. the comms officer reported. The screen came online, a dark-haired man in a Special Operations Commander outfit, sitting behind a desk. Ah, Lieutenant Redwin. Excellent work on taking out El Rey.....I assume you heard of your promotion. Marcus nodded, Yes sir. It's an honor, Commander Burnton. Burnton chuckled, No need to be so formal. You earned it. The man on the screen then looked around, Where's the girl? Marcus sighed and replied in an almost annoyed tone of voice, Showering, Commander. Apparently gets a bit queasy with blood on her hands and body. Burnton sighed as well, replying Well, not everyone has an iron stomach, Lieutenant. I suppose we'll just wait until she comes back what I have to say concerns the both of you. Marcus was now interested what did this girl have to do with anything?