Jan 12, 2021 17:50:22 GMT -5
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The Team was briefed on today’s mission; it was strange to Adam as he was never apart of these sorta missions, at most his post was usually to at the Districts; patrolling the streets, he wasn’t caught off guard from anything that his General might throw at him - of course ready at a moments notice for anything, and anything could mean good or bad news for the Sergeant. Adam moved when they said to move, he jumped when they said jump. He was a robot in discipline and order. So why did his new position affect him in this way? Raiding homes felt like an overstep - more to this reason is he was sorta working with some rebels, and if that gets compromised he was screwed.
There were some events that brought him into moments of breaking command and he didn’t want that to be found out, and he had no time to place advance warning to anyone he was working with he might raid today, all he can do is keep head down.
He, and about a dozen Men and Women prepared and several vehicles stood by to collect the Men and Women in groups; each to a designated section they will sweep.
”Meiks!” He looks back and then steps down from climbing up into the truck, he runs over and salutes.
”At ease.” He addresses Adam before turning to the female at his side. Adam looks her over once, she’s not in active fatigues, she appears out of place here, he’s familiar with her face however.
"Sergeant, this is Frankie Hart, war photographer, you are in charge to ensure she remains safe so she can do her job."
”Sir?” Adam asks confused, but he's slowly coming to realize she was there to ensure it looked good; not for the media to get a hold of - all is calm on the home-front as it were for the facade of peace.
"Do we have a problem, Sergeant?" He was warned, quickly Adam’s eyes moved from her and back.
"No, Sir"
He complies, turning to her. "Ma'am" it would be soon they would be facing each other on the bumpy truck ride over into the neighborhoods; his first to witness the raids first hand, and now he had to not only watch his back, his Brother's in arms, and it would seem hers, but he had his doubt she really needed his help, as it all began to process it was soon realizing control over what documents - but he’s not a allowed to think, that gets you killed.
[attr="class","TAG"]Frankie Hart
The Team was briefed on today’s mission; it was strange to Adam as he was never apart of these sorta missions, at most his post was usually to at the Districts; patrolling the streets, he wasn’t caught off guard from anything that his General might throw at him - of course ready at a moments notice for anything, and anything could mean good or bad news for the Sergeant. Adam moved when they said to move, he jumped when they said jump. He was a robot in discipline and order. So why did his new position affect him in this way? Raiding homes felt like an overstep - more to this reason is he was sorta working with some rebels, and if that gets compromised he was screwed.
There were some events that brought him into moments of breaking command and he didn’t want that to be found out, and he had no time to place advance warning to anyone he was working with he might raid today, all he can do is keep head down.
He, and about a dozen Men and Women prepared and several vehicles stood by to collect the Men and Women in groups; each to a designated section they will sweep.
”Meiks!” He looks back and then steps down from climbing up into the truck, he runs over and salutes.
”At ease.” He addresses Adam before turning to the female at his side. Adam looks her over once, she’s not in active fatigues, she appears out of place here, he’s familiar with her face however.
"Sergeant, this is Frankie Hart, war photographer, you are in charge to ensure she remains safe so she can do her job."
”Sir?” Adam asks confused, but he's slowly coming to realize she was there to ensure it looked good; not for the media to get a hold of - all is calm on the home-front as it were for the facade of peace.
"Do we have a problem, Sergeant?" He was warned, quickly Adam’s eyes moved from her and back.
"No, Sir"
He complies, turning to her. "Ma'am" it would be soon they would be facing each other on the bumpy truck ride over into the neighborhoods; his first to witness the raids first hand, and now he had to not only watch his back, his Brother's in arms, and it would seem hers, but he had his doubt she really needed his help, as it all began to process it was soon realizing control over what documents - but he’s not a allowed to think, that gets you killed.
[attr="class","TAG"]Frankie Hart
