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Are you sure about this Inlaran? Its not too late to back out. How many times have those words, that question, assaulted her ears at this point? Are you sureDo you know what youre getting yourself intoWhat about your familyWhat if you dont make it outYou wont be the same if you come back. The constant barrage was starting to wear thin on her nerves. When shed been called to headquarters for a meeting, Inlaran Chaik was unsure what to expect. She spent a good hour going over what she couldve done to prompt the mandatory meeting. Shed successfully completed her missions over the past year, was on good terms with her comrades and her commander and was slated for promotion. None of those things required a trip to headquarters. I know what I signed up for Marcus and you know me. The deep Treodanian lilt laced her words as her ice grey eyes met her friends. I dont go back on my word. Inla remembered the rapid beating of her heart as she sat before the board after they asked her be the integral piece to a mission that would be the ultimate proof of her loyalty Demiria. Theyd been keeping tabs on Treodanian refugees who were served in the military, watched as she specifically moved through the ranks, leafed through her performance reviews, and interviewed those whod worked with her over the years and determined she was a prime candidate for mission that went beyond special OPS. The war had been waging nearly 20 years and Demiria was starting to lose headway. Detonating Eden still wasnt an option, but they knew they needed to do something drastic. They needed to find Treodans atom bombs, its trigger, or its blueprints. They needed a way to disarm their ultimate weapon and they wanted her to infiltrate Treodans high council to find it. They gave her one week to think it over, but she found that she didnt need it. Her immediate response was yes, so they forced her to return to the base to think it over. You know what they did to my parents, to my sister. Saying no was never an option. Marcus eyes hardened, but she saw the sadness in them. Treodan declared anyone against the war a traitor and 18 years ago, her parents declared just that. They publicly protested, the Dimiria information, and helped anyone seeking aid. Inla remembered the many people who came through her home as a 10-year-old, some would give her treats, some would teach her how to shoot and the best places to hide. She also remembered when Treodanian soldiers raided her home, dragged her, her parents, and her older sister to the center of town. She remembered begging the soldier to spare her parents, remembered Sorens cries as she struggled against the men, and the tortured screams of her parents as they were hung, drawn, quartered, and burned before their eyes. She still remembered the stench of their burning flesh. They took her and Soren to a camp where they stayed for two months before it came under fire by Dimiria. The Dimirian soldiers rescued who they could, but she lost her sister in the shuffle. Its been 18 years now and Inla had yet to hear anything of her whereabouts or if she even made it out alive. Treodan destroyed everything she loved and her hatred for her country only burned brighter as the years went on. Inla finished off her water and smiled to Marcus across the table. Besides if theyre looking for the best there iswell theres really only one choice and you boys just dont know how to get the job done. Marcus shook his head after she winked at him, but she managed to cut some of the tension in his face. And my week is also up. I confirmed my response and am actually seeing the trainer after this. They told me I was familiar with them, but didnt give any details beyond that. She stood up to her full height of 57 and grabbed her tray. Ill catch up with you later alright? He nodded and she made her way towards the exit of the mess hall. Inlaran made her way steadily through the facility in civilian clothes as requested, passing by the gym and general training area to the restricted zone and further back still. She spent large chunks of time here over the last 7 years. Shed joined the military at 18 and hadnt looked back since throwing herself into training, fighting and learning everything could about the job and moving through the ranks. They tapped her 3 years ago for Special Ops and now she was the point person on her team for tactical coordination. Her record, paired with her background did make her perfect for the role, but they wouldnt make it official until she completed training and they felt certain that she could handle the potential dangers that would come her way once she was on the other side. Did the thought make her nervous? Yes. But she wanted to see every monster in the council burn. Inlaran paused as she came to stand in front of a large metal door with soldiers standing guard on either side. She nodded to them both before showing her ID. This was the first time she ventured this deep into the facility and she quickly realized how quiet it was. There was no white noise, save the ringing of own ears. A guard unlocked the door and opened it, allowing her to enter. She stepped over the threshold without a word and made a small sound of surprise at the room she entered. One side was bright, metallic and sterile while the other like some dungeon in a cave. In the middle of everything was a stainless-steel desk with two chairs on each sideone of them already occupied by a familiar face. Sir. Inlaran assumed the formal position feeling a bit naked in just the black skinny jeans and grey fitted sweater, but the leather jacket helped a bit. They wanted her to get used to wearing civilian clothes while on assignment as that would be her uniform until the mission was complete. Its been a while. Attachments fennecframed.png 791.5 KB Views 21