“The next operation, is this right?”

The conversation on a table, somewhere in an office, her hair was nothing but dark sent purples, her eyes were black with pupil of nothing but pure white, her voice was tense, as the room echoed with the air condition that was on full blast.

With a man, who wears a seam of an officer suit, with many decorations, even if the worlds of theirs is differ, black hair stylish to a short but trended hairs, a glorified of a man,

“Tomorrow, expedition Court-12, operation: Eyes. A journalist with come in with you on the expedition with the Colonial 7, 6th Division, you’re groups, it will be sent onto graylink-section 17, south part of their headquarter, at 8 am he will sent via helicopter, and other vehicle, which will take until 3 Pm, this task is very needed, as the press need to know about this at the end of the day. In the report by the overseer world, it seems like many military based reserves have been gone without a trace. They’re already inside our world, and if they can bypass our defence, what’s stopping them from exposing the world to this eldritch place. Just think about it.”

As he sigh a bit, with the long winded speech,

As she rubs her hair a bit, before proceeding.

“ I wouldn’t want to speculate on the consequences, but there will be concerns, and a lot of anger and riots.”

With him cutting her off

“Worse, there might be a lot of people out there trying to get into this world, they’ve seen too much fantasy to know what’s up, and they’re right, this is nothing but a short of fantasy, but no. This is reality, this world is harsh and there are many lunatics out there in our world. But with this mission, the higher up can show it to the public in a more soluble tactic and fashion, just like what they did to the alien case..”

As the room went into silence

“Hm, well I have to go there based on graylink-section 17, we have some disturbance, send the info of the operation to 05-1 josh, I need to check on him for a bit.”

All breathing by the caves, a lone soldier on the side of the hallways, with a gas mask and bodypacks all around the chest, as it stiffen up, but slight movement beyond the echoes, a growl of unknown wretched the caves landscapes, many parts of it, a maze like structure of old ruin as moss covers each man made structure up to the end of the cavern with the bygone Era.

Inside the cave semi-deep within, the place is more of a ruin underground dungeon created for the doomsday of mankind. With the breathing heavy, the voice is ragged by the mask, but the sound of a woman inside the suit of man made creations.

“This shity place, why would a whole city wind up here, with this filth..”

Looking beside the hallways, a entity sitting above, a creature that lids on tight, it scorches fire, as it scream in pain as it internally burns without a source, it’s fire isn't engulfing, as it skin was charcoals with cracks that reveal the inner heat of soul of hell.

It screams on and on that lowly echoes deep within, asking for help? Why would such a thing even do as it can’t cry, as it’s just pain, not a good way to live, and they’re coming closer, they aren’t this close before from the entrances..

As then, she peaks a little on the corner of the ruin halls, as she peaks with the rifle at hand, a suppressor on the end of the barrel, as she speaks.

“May you rest in pieces.” with it, she pressed the triggers of machines, it fired with the bolting speed.

With the lighting speed, it hit the scorched surface, as it then, it was put off balance by one of the short, with the last steps before falls, it’s internal fires combust to a stop, as it’s breathing flower upon the hallways, as it cries for by the pains, before the last fire, stop.

With her breathing slowly,

“Last one, I need to go back now, oh, right.”

With her, reaching her waist, bringing a small communication device, look at a radio with a screen, With continue tapping the screen, her gloves were torn as blood was on her arms bleeding in on the white digital camo, as she put the coms to hear ears. With it, she speaks.

“Yeah hello, anyways, that girl-

Have you ever thought that you would live long enough to the age of old?

You will die when your will dies out, when you die of old age, is more as the body have given up there existence, as each body part fails upon and another, respecting the old is nothing but excuse to make the elders looks strong and filled with knowledge, but it’s just a way for coping with their startling health and a facade of hierarchy, just a sad way to say goodbye, as books and magical scroll text that can lived for hundreds of solar full turn motions, the old has no purpose, just a part of their lives of peace and final times, as winds taken there bodies in soils.

That time, I remember all those words, it swines and rides all over my mind, it is always stuck on whom said it in my past life, as then, I will move on, until the day I fade away.

My heart swings with a precise machine-like structure of meat and organs, pulsating with the rhythm of internal music, I can always hear the noise, of the frying cooks of fresh meals every morning, those smells that lingers throughout you’re childhood to the very ends, I always love that taste, but the past will be and so be. I will move on, and continue on.

Waking up on a bed, it was nice and warm, as the buzzing radiator and the cracking sound of the bed filled the tension, the rooms, vaguely dark, as the glass like windows with sliders, vaguely rays of light hitting the front doors and floors, like on a low noon. It was just those sort of time, I can always hear the clocks, tick on and on, the beds was bearable as was the floor of the cells of rows, or one of the dirt walls, where every second, I can always hear the sky cracks as those buzzing of preying sadist on the alert of such target, scouting and lingers on about, as long as the jammer work, it will instil.

But this feeling, it reminds me, of that old house, that house where I wish upon the life of eternity of that house. My mind, it’s aimless going through the black seas of memories, I should always look forwards, and continue on.

The rooms were lightly lit by the outsides, with the bright light shine from under the door, as then a paper envelope was spotted on the table right beside, it was tape onto the desks, as he picked up the paper, removing the tape on it, only for it to rip on the taper part, the tape was removed. As wrote

“

The time works differently, here, as calculated by Colonial 1 catalogue test 2023/1/2: Leopard times, instead of using a 24 hour clock or 12 hour signature, this world use a 26 hours or added 2 hours, so try to sleep more and get used to be tired and thinking time move slower than usual, also after, if you want to, you can sleep until tomorrow. Also, that girl is in your room, keep an eye out. Also, she ate your food, so go to the cafeteria if you are hungry!

Sincerely, your guardian angel.

* Klashar Graves

“

the writing is in the high class of those literature freaks. K angel.

The time is added to two hours, it won’t probably affect the internal clock much, much less people like us who work overtime.. This might be the last comfortable time before having to do much more movement, as then, I should try to rest more, but.

The ear rings on the quiet times, he stand up, the military fatigues he’s wearing, a long sleeve, now, a whole was ripped as the expose shoulder on the left, the cold sensation run through the region, as then he stand sitting beside the beds, as there’s is a casual shoes right beside the black boots, as someone cared to take my shoes off, this is very, very luxurious, as now, I was suppose to be sent to war, I thought maybe I moved to the sahara fighting men in cloth or mercs, but never thought I would be treated as this. As if everyone want to make amends,

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

It’s as if we are on the last mission.

Maybe, I’m overthinking.

Steps on the wooden board to the doors, the second bed, it was roughened about, a lump of ball was sitting in the middle under the blanket, covering all parts, even the heads under the thick underblanket, with your clothing and a small blanket on the floor beside it.

Then he opened the doors, it was all a well lit room, the brightness overwhelmed his eyes, but he digressed.

Walking towards the sign, convenient as it shows symbol instead of word, a symbol of a pot, as walking towards the sign in which it’s headed, the floors is is a white, the design reminded of the police headquarter of sort, with the design of modern yet formal white collar feels on every corner of the place, as walking, a little more hallwas, a heavy fire door that could stop even the mightiest fire, the sligh push, the sounds of fans and voice of much more other speaking. Looking from the small reinforced glass installed on the door.

The hallways have turned into quite spacious dinner rooms, with the ceiling extended and fans blaring on one side of the diners, it sounds like one of those late night food courts where people relax by work. As the doors creeks little with no sounds, they still switch their heads to me, people in white jackets, seven of them to be exact, with a secondary pistol on the carrier, they are with one of them with a bean hat, long hair chest length

The sounds of the vestibule with the room filled with some laughter by the side. These people are here, these are the people I will be working with, I can’t move, I can’t just burst in the room all the sudden, not like torn clothing and rough like this, should I even try. I might have not eaten in this whole day, I’ll just stay out of it.

As slowly moving away from the door white windows, resting standing up on the walls, with the lights on the hallways darken as some of the light not turn on to safe powers, with the echoes shallow on, piercing the thick double doors, freckles downs on the ears, as it clouded with white noise was all heard again as again to the walls.

I close my eyes.

It always whispers in these strangely gloomy times, the words of the abyss. I

As the glove on, it lightly slap on the shoulder of his, looking upon, a man wearing a heavily armour with kevlar and sort of IOTV gears, it was the man with the robber mask, still on it including his machine gun in hands, what can you do with such a giant gun in a headquarter?

As then, his figure, big, much bigger than me, looked upon me, what face I made was something I can’t feel.

“You’re good now, seems like that girl did a trick ya? Did you remember anything?”

Even if the hallway was a little low, he comfortably speaks with casual tones as it releases the tension, I. “Yes, how are you?”

With him, grudge a little, while walking to the double doors,

“Yes, I was on duty as a guard, Klashar now is in charge. Where is that girl, you didn’t bring her here, yeah?”

“Oh, right, I should go then wake her up”

With him stepping to the doors, and opening it.

“Oh, that would be good, they'll love you’re companies, I’ll talk about them, right, and commander and leader will meet you today, so come quickly, we got a present from both of you, go on then”

With him, opening the doors, with the swings loud and clear, as then, talking stops, with the sounds of professional tones, as heard similar to the salutes, the call of arms.

Walking down the corridors, the pattern all the same, with the windows still washing out the bright light of this world, moons of sorts, with the glacial weather, blasting winds of coldness upon everywheres. At the doors, opening it, the knobs, the coldness differ, with the heavily cold winds blows under the the gaps, upon opening the doors, the freeze coldness upon truck by,

As I see on both ends, the door opens.

The rooms, still the same, even though, cold run through the air as much, the breathing of one where water vapours out of the lungs, the smells that smite the sense of smells, walking through the doors, as each step, the sounds echoes as the ears ripples with sounds. Looking at the beds, the sheet is still on, but the air, it’s from her. Walking sharply towards the beds, as then, the skin now dries and brittles, with the cells cries as each step, the eyes feels stings of snakes and needles, but I will continue.

Touching upon the sheets, the cold air depresses as fast as thunder, with the air neither clean nor frosty, as the ears suddenly pops, and the ears ring about, revealing the sheets.

There she was, in a somewhat foetal position, her body exposed by the air outside, her hair was brown, and a strand of white followed. with sweat as her eyes closed with tears moving out, the clothing is on the grounds, Lite pickup the jacked, and put it on her, the cry of outlet bypass the soul as the earring feels, one of those times, I can always have this feeling of some people, their emotions, it’s all too common, but it’s always not this far, as it’s usually go beyond living, dancing with death like a trance lullaby, as hiding their true self, it’s all too common.

As then, he placed the jacket onto her body, touching on her necks, it was warm to the touch of a sand pile in the noon deserts, as her breathing was nothing but a hot summer gaze, literally coming closer to her nudging her shoulder, as he spoke.

“You, alright..?”

Nothing, it's just more breathing, I should wake her up.

With him, now a little rougher on her shoulders

“Hey, wake up, you there?”

As he ruffled the shoulder more, and more.

Her eyes opened.

As then. her hands at his neck this time, her eyes looked upon him, her eyes now cracked with misted red as it glows bright on the dark covenant rooms, as if, an animal watching you, as the stance, was the same as before.

As the swift of him, holding her arms, that is touching the neck of the living, as he tightly grips, he move his other hands closer to hers, as then, she suddenly push him with her feets, slowly kicking him on the chest, with her grips loses as Lite try to balance from the kick, but drop down.

It now rings much more, the feeling of pain surges on my head once again, it’s coming back. It was like the time I was on that bed in the bunkers, I can always feel cold even if the temperature is minimal, but this is not the time..

Trying to stand up, the ears rings all about, but with his will on one foots, he stood and lunges his strength to the legs, trying to get the both legs stand, as he was half sitting on the floors, she looks onto him, her eyes was greys,, but bright, very bright, it glows on the low light on those shiny moon once more on the moody line skies.

Looking upon a man with torn clothes from her,

With her mouth open for air, as she spoke, the tones were low and hard to hear, as my ears rang.

“I’m so sorry about that, I, I just didn’t think that someone was here..”

As she is trying to wear the jacket, who is not hers at that point of time.

With the headache worn off for a brief time,

“It’s, alright, you were extremely cold, it’s extremely dangerous there, I, what happened. And, your eyes.” Right, why are people's eyes here so strange, so weird, so different and yet very special.

As she zips the jacked on, with light trying to stand up.

“I, I can’t tell, really. I was being stupid for a second time there.”

He stood up, with torn clothes, white digital camo. Even then, I don’t know, I’m I stupid, I should be scared? This girl almost killed me, this world, how so easily, it’s just like life, why are so fragile, but still.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, they ask me to wake you up, so. You’re hungry?”

Maybe, I could just brighten up the mood once in a while..

With her final zips, she stands up from the beds, as her legs now expose touching the floors, with a boot and casual shoes beside hers as well, but still while standing, her eyes are lowered, never answers, but it’s a start, but still the jacked was somewhat enough to covers it to her thighs, as her legs expose, but still

“They didn’t give any other clothes, why don’t you wear the blanket as well.”

She slightly looked into his eyes, it was not glowing, nor any intention of much, much less any thought, nor any care of what I did, I’m surprised, he asked me to dinner, as like an old friend.

“It’s fined, I’m used to it”

Sitting on the lounge with the tablets with spoon and fork on some rice curry, guns on the side, hanging behind him, still wearing the kevlar, but open his helmet and mask, his hair was semi long black with his face on the muscular side rough and some scars from neglected face cares, with his eyes lightly glows periwinkle, and a white pupils, while eating on the side of the bench, with many people at arms, a buzz was heard. A song with a japanese dialect with a feminine voice singing out, as he reaches his waist bag to reach the communication phones, with everyone that heard was looking at him.

With him, still schewing, he replied with a full mouth.

“Hello?”

With a the sound can be heard, it was windy and hard to tell of the white noise”

“Yeah hello, anyways, that girl, I forgot to give her some underwears, and clothing go to my room and take any of them on the drawer by the right, also give hers some pads, you can find it on the drawer to the lower lefts”

As then he spewed some of the food to his plates causing a little mess, as everyone was now looking at him.

“Odd request, I’ll be on it.”

As some have pointed out, a man who wears a beanie, his face is a little young.

“You good, sir.?”

As he closed the phone and put it back to his waist bags.

“Yes, zealot, I’m fine, Miran just asked something absurd, so protect my food from anyone okay?”

With Smith standing up from his bench, putting back the balaclava and helmet, continue down to the doors.

That girl should be the one to do it, ah she is on duty, I’ll just, go by with and not question anything. Until our commander is back, and the trial and ceremony will begin.