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“Ah, this burger is so yummy!” *Munch munch*

“… It's a piece of ground down cow flesh and fat between two pieces of bread. Why would it matter?”

“Because YUMMY!” She suddenly shoved a piece of burger in my mouth.

“See?~” she asked with a triumphant smile.

“Nope.” I really don't. What is so amazing about it?

“Sigh… I know you are a bonehead but stilll… Fine! As we keep working together I shall teach you the joys of cuisine thoroughly, so just you wait~”

“....Sure?” I responded.

Just as Lily was about to respond the door opened with a “cling” from the doorbell, the waitress greeted the person coming in with a “welcome!”

“...Time to work again.”

“*Sigh* Got it. I will wait in the truck.”  She said as she drank her coke in one go.

“...Stay safe ‘kay?” She said before leaving. Why does it feel good to hear that?

…”Yeah.” …

Work calls again. I think as I take my silenced pistol out in one hand and a syringe in the other

I aim at the waitress and end her with a shot to the head as I rush forward. drugging the target out with the syringe.

After killing the chef that was the only other person in the building and wiping the tapes. I hauled the target to the truck

“Extraction done. Let's go.” I said. And we took off into the night.

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After waking up and doing our usual routine. (Alicia is still a great cook!)

We prepared for the mission of the day.

Eh? ‘Mission a day is weird?’ No, mission a day is the standard. Things just haven't gone well for me lately. So it took me awhile to get back to the routine.

“....Seriously. Stop talking to a nonexistent listener in your head.”

You are nonexistent.

“Gee, thanks alot. I feel so much better.”

You are welcome!

So, we headed to the meeting hall where everyone was already was already waiting.

After a brief chat. We took off for the job of the day.

The scouting job I picked is fairly simplistic. Mostly sweeping through the 2 sectors and taking out any hostiles we find.

As such most of the day was spent going through the areas, one part at a time.

Honestly, the thing this mission greatly highlighted to me was how desperately we could use a scout. I should see if I can find one when we are done.

Most of the job was simple, the area we had to scout was mostly open fields, with some old warehouse-lots and some farms dotting the ground.

As far as enemies went, it was quite peaceful, only a few Mediums and some 50 Lessers. It was all quite easy. Easy, but time consuming.

Eventually we were wrapping up the last parts of the second sector as the sun was nearing the horizon.

But we encountered something unusual. One of the old pre-war buildings we saw in the distance had Walkers stationed near it. And based on the lights, there was running power. Which is strange because there should be no outposts in this area.

We got into the range where we could see them more clearly as to get a better idea of what was going on.

“There are 5 Walkers. They all seem to have a cargo hold attached…” I said as I looked down my scope. One had a minigun, another one seems to be their Heavy,  3 Normal types)

“ Traders?”

Tolstoj responded.

“...Or smugglers” Samuel chimed in.

“Lets settle down in cover. We will keep observing until we can be certain.” I ordered.

It took a while to get confirmation. But they were smugglers allright. It became pretty apparent when we saw a dozen or so women and children burst out of the warehouse entrance. Before we could do anything. They were all gunned down.

The minigun howling and the screams of the dying slaves could be clearly heard due to the sensors on our walkers.

“Those fucking monsters…” I heard Tolstoj mutter.

In a way, I could understand his emotions… I dare say if Alicia was there…

“See. she is clearly my replacement.^.^”

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“So Tin-boy, There are people dying, and you have a squad that looks up to you for moral guidance.”

“Whatcha gonna do?~”

“...Get ready. We have a job to do.” I said. They all agreed.

“Tolstoj. The Walker near the door. Snipe the driver. Alicia takes their Heavy. Samuel. Take the one with a minigun.”

“Yes sir.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes Rasmus~”

Answers chimed.

I took aim at one of the remaining Walkers. An old model, ‘Iron-rose’

“On my mark.” I said.

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“Fire.”