"We lose our souls to become what we are, we lose our family, our friends, and our lives... most likely," the speakers on the walls emitted the sigh of the commander, and continued, "But we gave those people a death more peaceful and honourable than the soviets ever would of, we are murderers, but the soviets are the true bastards in this one."
Kill for the good of the world, even innocents. Are these terrorists? Maybe. But as long as the Soviets get what they deserve.
"Father, why did you die." mumbled Andrew in his half-sleep state.
I think he thought speaker as in the speaking person, not the electronic where sound comes from
When I saw speaker I assumed a person was speaking, not the object. I will edit that in a moment.
"What you are saying is entirely based on your own opinion, just like the soviets beleive what they are doing is right. I recall hearing stories of crusaders from Europe pillaging and raping whole villages in what they viewed as a holy act." Cyprus said with a sigh "If you believe what you are doing to be right, then go ahead. I doubt I can say anything to change your mind."
"Interesting," replied the speaker, "And I don't want to change your mind... I just want to say we have all experience here the evil of the Soviets, we can't amend the transgressions of the past by what we do now... but we can work to ensure that those evils will not happen again. But to do so there shall always be civilian casualties, there shall always be the bodies of the innocent lining the streets, in any conflict. But we are different to the Soviets in one manner... We acknowledge St. Peter shall not call our names."
"See we should have killed them, there would be no questioning our alligence," Joshua's voice heavy with malice, "And why I'm speaking, who the fuck are you, that these people blow up a god damned train to try to kill you?"
"I have been a member of the ILSA for some years now, and I know a fair amount about their organization. The reason I was on that train was because I failed spectacularly on an important mission, the Soviets were to send me to Svobodny prison camp to be tortured, interrogated, and killed. I could of, although my willpower is higher than you think, have given away a lot of information on the ILSA. Which is why these fine people attacked the train. If I died, they wouldn't lose any secrets. If I lived, they would be able to keep a loyal and skilled operative."
The speakers crackled on,
"That's right MR. Daryvich, orders from command."
Lukas called to the speakers,
"May I ask what your squad is?"
"It's the 27th Marauders Squadron, headed by yours truly, Veronica Koledok."
"Oh... Do you live at the Epsilon Compound"
"You could say that."
Yan lay back, still feigning sleep, but inside he was split between amusmant and dispair. He was being taken to the main base of an organisation so inept as to allow untried and unsearched prisoners into their headquarters, guarded by soldiers who needed rescuing by civilians and an agent who couldn't kkep a secret if his life depended on it. And now, his fellow prisoners were squabling oveer exactly how dishonourable they should have been.
It would have been funny, if he weren't stuck alongside them
Is everyone ready to continue? Or would you like to ask some more questions? Oh and ThreeWords, you don't have to worry about you not getting a full body cavity search...
Is everyone ready to continue? Or would you like to ask some more questions? Oh and ThreeWords, you don't have to worry about you not getting a full body cavity search...
Sergei has been sitting quietly listening to the ILSA member speak. He disliked being chained, perhaps after he was free he would strangle the speaker. It would be fun.
Sorry have been travelling all day, haven't been able to log on until now. I am ready.
The truck slowly came to a halt, and the passengers were nudged awake by the soldiers. The speakers said in an oddly grim tone,
"Here we are, Epsilon."
The truck's doors creaked open slowly to reveal a concrete loading bay with two dozen ILSA soldiers lining the walls. The troops and prisoners walked out, and were ordered to halt by a burly officer.
"Identification, now."
Veronica jumped out of the Cabin, and shouted at him,
"Every fucking time Troke! Every fucking time you do this! It's mother-fucking Commander Veronica Koledok, of the 27th Marauders Squadron..."
"The 27th Shit Squadron has returned!" He cackled, all of the guards chuckled in unison, and lowered their weapons.
"Y'know Troke, we're not the worst Squad..."
"I beg to differ Veronica... But let's move on, how did the mission go?"
"Very well, we got Captain Daryvich back, and we've captured some..."
"Wait..." Troke said at her, his face began to turn red, "You brought civilians..."
"Captain Daryvich insisted on it, apparently they helped him..."
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHETHER THEY ARE FROM HEAVEN ITSELF, YOU DO NOT, BRING CIVILIANS TO THE EPSILON COMPOUND!" Troke was turning purple at this point he looked at the group, and took a few breaths, "Civilians, should not be here... What the hell am I supposed to do Veronica?"
Veronica looked at Troke, and replied,
"We could just put them in the cells for a few hours, while we decide what we shall do with them."
"Captain Daryvich is going to get himself in trouble..." Troke replied, the colour beginning to fade away from his cheeks, "...But we'll do that, soldiers, come to us."
All of the soldiers in the truck began to march towards Troke, and then only the civilians and Lukas were left at the truck.
Troke then ushered Lukas forward, and only the civilians were left standing still, handcuffed and looking at the soldiers lining the walls.
Troke continued his shouting, "Civilians! Don't struggle and you shall remain unharmed!" Some soldiers marched forward at Troke's command behind the civilians and held their rifles up at the group.
Troke then walked in front of the group of prisoners, "Follow me civilians, to the prison block."
He marched forwards followed; by the prisoners, then the soldiers aiming their weapons at them, while Lukas and the other soldiers stood in he loading bay, watching them leave.
The prisoners now continued down several vast concrete corridors, following Troke all of the was filled with so many twists and turns that it was hard to remember the last turn made. Each corridor had people in it, whether they were talking, reading a book, one corridor had a man and woman operative kissing each other passionately.
The eventually arrived in a clean concrete room, painted where several people stood looking at the new arrivals,
"New prisoners??" Said one man.
"Yes," Said Troke, "They're civilians, but I don't want any risks, full body cavity searches on all of them! And don't let them have anything on their person, surrender it all to me after you're done."
The man nodded, and put on a rubber glove, and said to the prisoners,
"This isn't going to be fun for you..." The other men also put on rubber gloves. And approached
For obvious reasons, I'm not going to elaborate on that.
A few minutes later the group was in bland old denim uniforms all of their possessions had been seized from them, and their clothes kept in storage lockers in another room. The group was ushered into a large concrete room, and with that Troke closed a large steel door.
They were in their cell.
A slit in the door opened, and Commander Troke spoke through it,
"You'll be here for a few hours, I'm sorry about this... but we have to decide what to do with you..." The slit closed, and they were left in their cell.
It was cold, very secure secure, and smelled funny.
This is an opportunity to socialise a little, and speculate your future. Have fun!
Sergei found a corner of their cell and leaned into it. On the truck he had tried to stay awake, so he would have an idea of how far they were taking him; but he had suddenly found himself exhausted, and fell asleep. But it seemed the bumpy truck ride hadn't offered sufficient comfort and rest, he was still exhausted. Add to that feelings of anger, frustration, desperation, shame, and embarrassment and violation after the terrorists' "full body cavity search", and it would be safe to say Sergei Baranov was not in a good mood.
However he was intent on not going to sleep. Sleeping in the enemy's den showed weakness, vulnerability; he would not let himself fall into this role any more than was necessary. So he forced himself to stand in the corner, with a scowl on his face, and think about his situation.
Yuri slouched against the wall, tired and hungry from the days events. Looking at the door, he figured if he tried his hardest he could break it down, then he'd strangle that Troke man for ordering the full body search.
Despite being one of silence, Yuri was quickly growing tired of sitting in the dark.
"So...what do you think of our situation?" he asked to no one in particular, looking around at the other men sitting around him
Joshua was in his cell, a back eye and blood running down his head. He wasn't very,,coopertive for the ordered search and it took a few beatings to make the proud man submit. He heard the man next to his cell talking, Yuri, or something like that, "I'm gonna kill that fucker, for this search, that's what I'm thinking."
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