Creation of Furries Ch.9
Remember
Chapter 9
"Sir?"
I lightly held up my hand, quieting Private Thomas. The guards ahead were too busy discussing fantasy football to notice the two wolves and tiger following them silently.
A hand fell on my shoulder, gripping it. I turned to see Simon, looking past me towards the guards, who had stopped in front of a large metal bunker. "How do you want to handle this?" I was definitely glad for Simon's reluctance. The old him would've gone in guns blazing.
"Your call. We could kill them, but the process might be noisy. We could leave them, but these idiots could be a problem later."
I lightly bit my lip. Time was of the essence. If we didn't hurry, the sun would give us away. We had to get in before... before...
A figure in a robe slowly walked up to the guards. This guy had balls. Or girl. I cringed at the ever present memory of Luna, the dreams all rushing back at once. I couldn't help but wonder what on Earth, or outside of it, Luna was doing right now...
Focus! Forget the bitch who tried to kill you, and get back to the mission. Remind yourself of the mission. The humans captured our recon team. It's been two months since the Battle of Two Voices, as my people are starting to call it. I had to tell everyone about what happened. They don't care that I sound crazy. Sone believe, some don't, doesn't matter. But after a few more battles, we decided to look for Area 51, which we sent our recon team to find.
Veronica was on that recon team. That's why we have to break in here. We have to find Area 51.
The figure stepped inside, while the guards hadn't even seemed to notice.
"I have an idea..."
"Come on, Tebow time!"
"As if! Tom Brady's amazing!"
"You're just gay for him!"
"I have a wife, idiot!"
"Does she know?"
"Shut up, jackass! I oughta-"
"Ahem."
They both slowly turned, seeing a person in a hood standing there. "Where's your clearance for this area? We're under high alert, so unless you give us your clearance, we'll have to-"
"Clearance? Ah yes, well..." I pulled back my hood, taking a bow. "I'm the President. I know it's a little alien to just walk up here, so, when in Rome..." I held out my arms. "Take me to your leader!"
"There better be a good reason for disrupting my work..."
"We have the President."
"What's Obama doing here?"
"N-No sir... Of the Anthros..."
The General smiled, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "He's not a President." He snuffed out his cigar in the Anthro territory. He watched as the cinders began burning through the map. He pulled out a black case with small red lines pulsing around it. "He's a circus ringmaster."
My head got yanked up, only to be spat in.
"Hey respect him!" All the soldiers turned to the source. His voice came out mockingly. "He's a President!" They all burst out laughing.
"Shut the hell up!" They all stood at attention. The General stepped up, arms crossed. "This freak singlehandedly organized a force worthy of standing up to the US Army. So I'd can it."
"Sir? Are you afraid of-"
"Afraid?!" He cackled, grabbing his gut. "I'm afraid of a few things. Death, falling, clowns... But this freak?" He got right in my face, which was currently smiling. "He's nothing."
I smiled sweetly, batting my eyelashes. "That's not nice."
"All I'm wondering is why he gave himself up. He's won every battle thrown at him."
"Does that mean he's winning?!"
"Yes you idiots! We're losing territory, so we're losing the war." He narrowed his eyes, glaring into mine. "Why'd you give yourself up?"
"I didn't. I wanted to be taken to their leader."
"Slap him in handcuffs." One of the gas masked soldiers beside me put the hand cuffs on me. "We're gonna talk."
I propped my feet up on his desk, giving a big ol' smile. "Whaddaya wanna talk about?" I giggled like a little girl. "Boys?" I laughed in mock nervousness.
The General smacked my feet off the desk. "Is this a game to you?!"
I shrugged. "Could be pong. Halo? Call of Duty?" I gasped, a gay smile upon my face. "Wanna play Skyrim?!"
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I held my hands up, innocently. "You think you're a funny freak, don't ya?"
I laughed, putting my feet right back where they were. "I do! Think I should do stand up?"
"I think you should sit down and shut up."
"I think you need your pants off!"
The General's eye quivered. "What?!"
I allowed my hands up again, innocent once more. "Just a suggestion!"
"I suggest, you shut up, before I decide the Anthro "President", isn't worth keeping alive." I zipped my lips, winking.
Suddenly, all the guards in the rooms' pants dropped to the floor. The gas masked guard pulled out two M16's, pointing them at the guards. The other gas masked one held up everyone's belts. They both took off their masks, revealing Simon and Private Thomas.
I unzipped my mouth, standing up. "Forgot to mention one thing..." I took off the never locked handcuffs, and pulled out a revolver, pointing it right towards the dumbstruck General. "God bless Anthro America."
My eyes traced across the map, trying to find a hole in the US's defenses. It's usually Simon's job, but, he was currently getting the General to talk about Area 51.
I slowly glanced over to a black case sitting next to the map. It was almost... calling me... I bit my lip, reaching over to it. "Sir?" I cringed, watching Private Thomas take the case from the desk. "Are you okay?"
I turned away, trying to stop myself from being drawn to the strange box. "I-I'm fine, Thomas!"
"How are you and Luna?" I turned, slicing a glare into Thomas' composure. "So we're at the point..."
"What? What does that-" I rolled my eyes, turning back to the map.
*Maybe you should look in the box*
I choked on my own tongue, gripping the desk. Luna... She wanted me to... My eyes drifted to the case in Thomas' hands. I hate her... But... "Thomas. Let me see that box..."
"No."
I jumped to my feet, reached behind my back, and slammed my revolver in his chest. "I order you to give me the damn box!"
He blankly stared at me with calm amber eyes. "She told you to look in the box, didn't she?" I turned away, gulping. "So she did..."
"You have the right to remain silent." I placed my revolver on the desk, and deeply exhaled. "I suggest you use it." Thomas sighed, and placed the case on the desk.
"You're not her puppet. You don't have to listen to her." I waved him off, and listened to him walk out.
I waited, for minutes on end. Then, my eyes found their way back to the case.
*You know you want to...*
I grabbed my head and shook, trying to get her voice out. I knew I wouldn't succeed, but it was instinct when a voice was in your head.
*You sound insane. I hear boxes are good for the mind.*
"Would you shut up? And where'd you hear that? An insane asylum?!" I bit my lip, realizing I sounded like I belonged in an insane asylum myself.
*Agreed. Now open the box.*
"Thomas said not-"
*Oh, what? You're taking orders from privates now? Privates make the rules?*
"No, but-"
*You're just going to take a peek. Won't hurt.*
"But-"
*Come on! Quit being reluctant and be risky! You're in politics! Be risky!*
"Come on, that's a stereotype!"
*A true stereotype.*
I shrugged, looking at the case. I sighed, finally defeated. I grabbed the box.
"Damien!" I dropped the box, and watched Simon look in. "He cracked. We've got a positive location."
I grinned, leaving it behind. "That's amazing."
"There's one other thing... 696 is here."
I paused. "696... What's he doing here?"
"I dunno, but he's been talking a storm with Thomas."
I frowned, before nodding. "I'll see what's going on."
Simon nodded, and pointed them out.
"...think happened, Reylan?"
"Dunno, man. He hates her guts. Don't know how it came to that."
"And the man of the hour..."
I walked up. "Reylan?"
Thomas nodded. "That's my first name. Reylan Thomas."
I didn't even know that. "Uh, I need to speak with 696."
Thomas nodded, and saluted 696. "See ya, man."
"See ya, Reylan." 696 smiled. "So, you're here. Duck your head."
I ducked, and a beam swung right where my head was.
"Good. Now, we're a bit of a way into the war, so we don't need to discuss that. Reylan updated me on Luna. Hmm... How's Veronica? She still as stubborn as ever?"
I growled, pulling out the ebony sword he originally gave me, holding to his neck. "I want some answers! Why do you know so much about me?!"
696 smiled. "You're not going to be able to find out for awhile. What I can tell you, is that we will be amazing friends. And you can't tell me a thing."
"What? You're from the future?"
696 chuckled, placing his hands in his jacket. "In a way. Just, remember these words." I leaned forwards, memorizing anything he said. "The Red Dawn will come. They will be a blight. You must fight across many planes, and on many fronts, and your entire life might seem like a lie. Remember what's important."
I looked up, and froze. He was gone. He had disappeared.
The Red Dawn... My life a lie... Remember...
*Remember...*