The Man of Iron Part 3
Yay! Part 3, for you war-lovers, there's going to be a little conflict in the next part, along with some talk between a two certain characters. Anyways, just a show of hands, who REALLY wants me to continue writing, who just wants me to continue. If you don't like it at all, why are you reading?
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In a dark room, three silloutes stood near a table.
"So this 'Atlas' figure is corrupted?" The first said, his voice low and raspy,
"Yes. I believe so, we have footage evidence of an event." The second replied, a hologram in the middle of the table appeared, showing Atlas helping up the girl up.
"Hm...Sad news indeed..." Said the first,
"Shall we send the Death Op Assassins?" Asked the third,
"...Yes. Send Keith...." The first said,
"Keith, sir? Sir, he's mentally unstable." Said the second,
"Exactly...We cannot prove that Keith is corrupted, which we all know. However, I know that Atlas is a powerful speaker. If Keith follows him and Atlas finds out that we have sent an assassin after him, he could desert...Giving us a reason to kill him along with Keith." The first explained, he took a glass of water and drank it.
"Very well Lord Cald. We will send Keith. He will arrive at Alpha-VI in three days." The second said.
"All the work's done sir. Although Tarkus is still working on the houses. My team has passed out the rations and Cyrus is giving out the clothing right now." Thaddeus reported, Thaddeus was a young trooper, lots of potential as a Scout. Around the third or fourth best in the Regiment. "Well, since Atlas is obviously not your real name, the men have set up a bet. Whoever finds out your real name first gets 200$ in cash, sir."
"Gordon Maximilian Cald. All you guys had to do was ask." Atlas said, he was leaning against a pole, he was looking at the girl he helped earlier that day. She was a red-orange female Fox with some white here and there. She was sharing her A-Rations with the others, she did look well fed and well clothed already. Atlas began to think up possibilities on why she was well fed and well clothed. His train of thought was wrecked by Thaddeus, who was quite exited.
"Your a Cald?!"
"Yup."
"Your Royalty! A Prince of Caldaris! A Prince of the Empire!"
"I do know my life Thaddeus." Atlas said coldly,
"What are you doing in this good for nothing Regiment?" Thaddeus asked, Atlas shot him a look that would have stopped a tank in its tracks.
"I don't think this Regiment is good for nothing. You guys are some of the most loyal men I have ever met." Atlas said,
"But your supposed to be with the Heavy Infantry, or Mechenized, or Air Force, or even Armored! Not Recon!" Thaddeus protested,
"Let me tell you about the chain of command. Its run by nobles and royals, who can't command for shit. They just steamroll over the enemy like there's no tommorrow. Now, I've got no problem with that, but I thought it was time to show that we Royals could command. Starting with the Recon forces." Atlas said, "And everyone was like, 'Oh Gordon! Dinner is ready, wear your tuxedo!', and like, 'We have a meeting with the Nobles of Green Isle, wear your Tuxedo!', every fucking day it was a tuxedo, every fucking day it was the same." Atlas mocked.
"...Oh. So you ran away?"
"Yup, to the grand city of Olym. The city of mythology. That's where I got the name Atlas, I mapped every section of that city." Atlas said he then looked back at the Fox. She caught him looking and giggled playfully. Atlas faltered, he quickly looked away, embarressed at the fact that she caught him looking, even though he was one of the more experienced scouts. He blinked multiple times and found himself looking down at his feet. He was sure that she couldn't have seen through his helmet, that covered his entire head, but those eyes seemed to stare into his very soul. An odd feeling. Atlas wanted to know what caused it.
"Uh, sir, you okay?" Thaddeus asked,
"Yeah. I'm okay." Atlas said, he sighed and walked to the Guard barracks, with Thaddeus close behind.
"Hm...An odd human." Gauss said, he was Marie's personal gaurd.
"Yup, an odd human. What confused me the most is that he's one of the leaders of the guys who make us slaves, yet he helped me." The Fox said,
"...He could be different from the others." Gauss suggested,
"Yeah. Most likely."