Late Monday Night, Servant's Quarters Room 4, 9/3/07
It was late when the Mithril helicopter, disguised with it's ECS, touched down outside the town of Milieux, and then took off again, leaving one very weary looking Sergent Sousuke Sagara to make the long walk into town, and back to his room.
His bag was dropped near the door. Normally, he was a neat person, but currently, he was far too exhausted to care. The mission had been, for all intents and purposes, a success. Unfortunately, they'd found very little evidence of Amalgam's involvement with the whole operation. Bringing in the Arbalest had been more or less unnecessary. The mission could have been accomplished just as well with the M9s.
And then there was the incident, as they were preparing to leave. The more Sousuke thought about it, the more it bothered him. One of the men from the piracy ring they'd taken down had somehow evaded capture, hiding somewhere on the island until Mithril was nearly ready to pull out.
Officially, it was decided that the RPG the man had fired was probably intended to take out his captured comrades, to keep them from talking about any possible Amalgam connections. Sousuke, on the other hand, had a sinking feeling it was meant for him alone. The man had waited until he was outside the safety of the ARX-7 before firing, and it had been a close call. He had several minor burns and bruises, as well as a deep laceration in his arm as a result of the explosion. If not for the warning from Kurz, he'd be dead now.
Of course, he'd kept that suspicion out of his official report. He had nothing with which to back up the claim, only the gut feeling that came from having been a soldier for most of his seventeen years. He knew when someone was trying to kill him--him specifically--and that was the feeling he'd had, crawling out of the burning wreckage of the transport vehicle they'd been loading at the time.
Kurz had made short work of the man with the chain gun on his AS. There would be no way to ever confirm that feeling.
With a sigh, Sousuke flopped down on the cot in his room, not bothering to undress.
The fact that he was even using the cot, instead of laying under it as he usually did, was a testament to his exhaustion. He closed his eyes.
(Open to whisperedblue, should she magically sense the boy is home.)
His bag was dropped near the door. Normally, he was a neat person, but currently, he was far too exhausted to care. The mission had been, for all intents and purposes, a success. Unfortunately, they'd found very little evidence of Amalgam's involvement with the whole operation. Bringing in the Arbalest had been more or less unnecessary. The mission could have been accomplished just as well with the M9s.
And then there was the incident, as they were preparing to leave. The more Sousuke thought about it, the more it bothered him. One of the men from the piracy ring they'd taken down had somehow evaded capture, hiding somewhere on the island until Mithril was nearly ready to pull out.
Officially, it was decided that the RPG the man had fired was probably intended to take out his captured comrades, to keep them from talking about any possible Amalgam connections. Sousuke, on the other hand, had a sinking feeling it was meant for him alone. The man had waited until he was outside the safety of the ARX-7 before firing, and it had been a close call. He had several minor burns and bruises, as well as a deep laceration in his arm as a result of the explosion. If not for the warning from Kurz, he'd be dead now.
Of course, he'd kept that suspicion out of his official report. He had nothing with which to back up the claim, only the gut feeling that came from having been a soldier for most of his seventeen years. He knew when someone was trying to kill him--him specifically--and that was the feeling he'd had, crawling out of the burning wreckage of the transport vehicle they'd been loading at the time.
Kurz had made short work of the man with the chain gun on his AS. There would be no way to ever confirm that feeling.
With a sigh, Sousuke flopped down on the cot in his room, not bothering to undress.
The fact that he was even using the cot, instead of laying under it as he usually did, was a testament to his exhaustion. He closed his eyes.
(Open to whisperedblue, should she magically sense the boy is home.)