Blue days, Black nights.
I walked casually into the sub base. I was a mess and there was no denying it. Small droplets of blood were scattered haphazardly across my camouflage shirt, cargo pants and jacket. Not to mention, I could paint a shower stall brown with the amount of jungle mud that covered nearly every inch of my exposed skin.
Despite all of this, I kept my head high. I’d completed what I set out to do and more in fact. I managed to gain some intelligence; however, I had to get my hands a little dirty.
I passed Lal on my way in and she greeted me with a small smile that indicated that she’d be around later to discuss things, possibly over a drink or four. She was on her way out and I nodded in a way that translated to ‘see you later and an even looser translation would find the gesture saying ‘do your best’.
I strode down the hallway. It was long and cold but I knew my destination was warm and inviting. That thought kept me going.
Each time my large steel toed boots smacked against the metallic flooring I knew I was getting closer and because of that my mind began to drift despite the racket my walking created.
Heel, toe. I was suffocated by my frenzied thoughts.
‘Would he be there?’ ba dum. ‘Of course he will be’ ba dum. ‘Does he want to see me?’ ba dum. ‘He always does’ ba dum. ‘I want to see him’ ba dum. ‘I need to see him’ ba dum.
I steadily wound my hand around the door handle and pulled without a second thought.
“Colonello. How nice to see you.” He said the moment that I entered. He spoke as if he hadn’t been expecting me. As if my visit were a surprise. I undoubtedly knew better.
He garnered a look of respect and sent it my way, therefore, I didn’t take offense when he put his fingers to the brim of his hat and kept them there, motionlessly. No one was graced with the refined and respectful tip of a hat from Reborn. Even someone such as myself.
He removed his hand and let it slide across the top of the chair next to him. He was lean and regal, his actions reflecting his reverence to the dark cherry wood and the artisan who created such a grand piece of work.
He looked up at me with the same expression. His fingers left the back of the chair but they stayed still in the air.
That look, ba dum. It shot through me with a precision that was simply… Reborn, ba dum. Still he didn’t move, ba dum. The look he gave me said ‘come with me’, ba dum. ‘Be mine tonight’ ba dum.
I nearly took a step back when he began to approach me. Each step was fluid, calculated, and knowing. My current state was messy and incongruous however he never once looked me up and down. Instead his eyes stayed steady on my face.
In moments his eyesight disconnected with my own and for some reason, I knew what was coming.
With his face pointed down he looked up at me again, this time with heat in his eyes and a grin on his lips. I replied with a smirk.
He extended a strong arm out toward his right and bowed a little, his elbow at his waist. A stationary, reverent hand ushering me toward the small bed chamber beyond the door to my left.
“You can drink with Lal another time.” He was right. She’d have to wait.
I’ll be busy tonight.
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Thanks.
Despite all of this, I kept my head high. I’d completed what I set out to do and more in fact. I managed to gain some intelligence; however, I had to get my hands a little dirty.
I passed Lal on my way in and she greeted me with a small smile that indicated that she’d be around later to discuss things, possibly over a drink or four. She was on her way out and I nodded in a way that translated to ‘see you later and an even looser translation would find the gesture saying ‘do your best’.
I strode down the hallway. It was long and cold but I knew my destination was warm and inviting. That thought kept me going.
Each time my large steel toed boots smacked against the metallic flooring I knew I was getting closer and because of that my mind began to drift despite the racket my walking created.
Heel, toe. I was suffocated by my frenzied thoughts.
‘Would he be there?’ ba dum. ‘Of course he will be’ ba dum. ‘Does he want to see me?’ ba dum. ‘He always does’ ba dum. ‘I want to see him’ ba dum. ‘I need to see him’ ba dum.
I steadily wound my hand around the door handle and pulled without a second thought.
“Colonello. How nice to see you.” He said the moment that I entered. He spoke as if he hadn’t been expecting me. As if my visit were a surprise. I undoubtedly knew better.
He garnered a look of respect and sent it my way, therefore, I didn’t take offense when he put his fingers to the brim of his hat and kept them there, motionlessly. No one was graced with the refined and respectful tip of a hat from Reborn. Even someone such as myself.
He removed his hand and let it slide across the top of the chair next to him. He was lean and regal, his actions reflecting his reverence to the dark cherry wood and the artisan who created such a grand piece of work.
He looked up at me with the same expression. His fingers left the back of the chair but they stayed still in the air.
That look, ba dum. It shot through me with a precision that was simply… Reborn, ba dum. Still he didn’t move, ba dum. The look he gave me said ‘come with me’, ba dum. ‘Be mine tonight’ ba dum.
I nearly took a step back when he began to approach me. Each step was fluid, calculated, and knowing. My current state was messy and incongruous however he never once looked me up and down. Instead his eyes stayed steady on my face.
In moments his eyesight disconnected with my own and for some reason, I knew what was coming.
With his face pointed down he looked up at me again, this time with heat in his eyes and a grin on his lips. I replied with a smirk.
He extended a strong arm out toward his right and bowed a little, his elbow at his waist. A stationary, reverent hand ushering me toward the small bed chamber beyond the door to my left.
“You can drink with Lal another time.” He was right. She’d have to wait.
I’ll be busy tonight.
.........
Thanks.