Wolf spoke to sheep, hunter to hunted, Fenris found it peculiar that Forsythe communicated with the general so casually, it seemed so wrong that a wolf should be bound to a sheep by ties of friendship or respect. He snorted his displeasure, though the general was a sheep in Fenris’s opinion Forsythe did command respect and as such he should not be questioned about his ties with the general as peculiar as it was.
They both continued speaking, it was Forsythe’s turn to speak now and it seemed, through his words, that the location of the second facility was not known yet. How did they expect them to take over the facility if the location wasn’t even known… Fenris sighed at those words, he had a feeling that they would have to search for it themselves.
The discussion was finished, the general gone now, back to his duties. The wolves were left to hunt. Forsythe decided that it was the time to reassure them, telling them that they will have back up at the future locations… Useless information, there was nothing to fear, nothing to be reassured about, if it would seem that the enemies numbers are enormous the solution would be simple and easy, thin their ranks, exterminate, cull the weak. The weak were everywhere and as such weakness was found everywhere.
His ear flickered as it caught the sound of inhaling, Fenris’s attention was caught by Forsythe’s habbit, a single cigarette hanging loosely from in between his fingers. Bad habit, a wolf shouldn’t make his risky life even riskier. It can prove to be suicidal. Not to mention it created a habit, habits were weakness to be exposed by the enemy, soft spots to be used against one. Fenris could not afford such weakness, one such as this would being swift death.
His mind drifted away as he thought about the millions of grey people, all smoking the same poison, yet Forsythe was different, why would he fall into the same pit of hopelessness… It was beyond him…
Finally they were dismissed, Forsythe dismissed them in order to gather them, an ironic thing yet necessary for those who weren’t ready. Fenris was always ready, he did not need anything, all he needed was implanted inside him in the form of alternation and experience. Even without his weapons he was still the herald of death, his footsteps silent as the flight of an owl at night, his breath silent like that of a dead man.
He stood up, the chameleonic effect quickly ended as his skin returned to its normal color. “That’s a bad habit colonel.” Fenris said and pointed at the cigarette before he left the room.
After a short walk Fenris reached his room, as ironic as it was his room was even greyer then that of a normal person, lifeless one would say. Grey walls, grey floor, grey ceiling. A chair, a bad, a small closet. That was all, his stuff he always kept here, he did not trust others with his stuff, it was too risky, one could lose it, misplace it, and when it is most needed it shall be gone. No… He couldn’t trust someone with such things.
Without further thoughts Fenris began to pack his things, after he finished with the regular things as clothing he moved to his weapons. He should be armed and ready. His revolvers were placed in their holsters on his waist, both his swords were holstered on his back and his assault rifle over his shoulder. As usual he hid his knives, his most trusted weapons, his deadliest one, a surprise to any overconfident opponent.
When he was finished Fenris say down, closing his eyes he breathed in and out slowly, it was his secret ritual, his depressive anguish. “I offer up my body and spirit to the endless void of death, I commend my spirit to your could grasp and my body to this earth.” Such a depressive ritual, it brought memories racing, his first mission, his first kill, his whole life... His whole death… If he would’ve dwelled on such thoughts a little longer he would’ve realized that he never truly lived, all of his life was surrounded by death. But to dwell on such things was to invite madness, and madness was a weakness to be exploited by the enemy, this he could not allow. His cold calculating side took over quickly and he finished his ritual “May the deaths I inflict come and hunt me after my life is over, may the families forgive my most grievous sin…” His heart wrenched as pictures of his murdered family surfaced in front of his eyes. They were gone… Long gone…
A short trip back and Fenris was in the command center again, he looked around inspecting his squad members, everyone looked ready, their spirit soaring ever higher. He looked at each one of them until he was caught in the wolf’s gaze. From across the room he saw Forsythe, both locked eyes in some sort of a mutual understanding, a bestial nature was within both of them and each sensed it on the other. If Fenris was a wolf then Forsythe was the alpha male, a leader of unquestioned strength and skill. Fenris would proudly serve under him.
Everyone sat down, and as such, so did Fenris, although sitting down was the last thing he wanted to do now. After he cast his soul once again to its death he wanted nothing but to spring on his prey and slit his throat. He was ready to hunt, not ready to be lectured but such a position demanded certain requirements and as such he sat down.
Forsythe was enthusiastic, hopeful, in a way he might have even seem desperate. He wanted this to end, he so desperately did and while his talk seemed, it left a lot of room for doubt and uncertainty. Because of Forsythe’s desperate need to end this conflict it seemed that he decided to not leave anything to luck this time, he wanted everything to be perfect, to be sure, yet such perfection… It takes the fun out of the hunt…
Fenris’s eyes gleamed in anticipation when Forsythe said that the security systems were upgraded, it would be more challenging hopefully, manslaughter, it was a child’s game, anyone can kill a man, but to take it into the level of an art was something completely different. Different game, different rules.
Yet as much as it seemed that Forsythe wanted this operation to be perfect it still looked like they are missing a lot of information to help achieve such perfection, after discovering that the security systems were upgraded it was also noted that they have no information on the amount of personnel in the facility. This was getting more and more interesting by the minute, he could feel his heart racing with grim anticipation. Only through blood could he ever make the grim and grey existence of his feel more sufferable…
As if someone was listening to his thoughts Forsythe continued and said that he was to go, along with some of the others to get an up to date intel on the outer perimeter. It seemed that his life’s purpose is about to reach its glorious ending, beginning so many years ago and now… Now he will be able to repay his debts. Looking behind him he could nearly see the trail of bodies which he left in his wake, so many dead and dying, so many maimed and injured yet they were all silent, afraid of the wolf that claimed that pile… A fiendish smile spread on his face and his green eyes gleamed maliciously.
Fenris was waiting for the past ten minutes, it seemed that not everyone were as excited as he was towards this glorious hunt. Not all shared his twisted vision of glory yet none of them was eternally locked in a prison of anguish only to be released to hunt. He growled in displeasure, they were taking way too long.
Finally they were here, their stuff packed as was Fenris’s. They all got inside the vehicle, it seemed like this time Poet would be driving. They drove in a circle, their way much longer, yet a lot safer… Each moment seemed like eternity for Fenris, his senses were on the edge, so sharp that it was painful. The grey sky and grey walls of the buildings around him seemed to be reeking with life, too much life, too many pointless lives which will not lead anyone anywhere yet it was not he who chose the targets, and as such those common civilians, those puppets on strings would live another day, although he would be doing them a favor by ending their lives, they served no purpose…
The ride went on and on, it seemed that they were driving really carefully as Fenris noticed that they were going around the major activity points of the ACS. He let out a near silent growl, these were the most disgusting sort of people, a hybrid between a sheep and a wolf, sheep’s that served wolves as guards, pfft, that was pathetic. Their lives should be ended at sight, they had no reason to live, they lived to serve others, they didn’t enjoy the hunt, they didn’t marvel on the taste of blood, empty husks with no real guts. He narrowed his eyes in hatred as he watched them pass the ACS patrols, another time… His blood lust knew no bounds…
Suddenly they stopped, he watched from the window of the van, then he saw the reason for why they stopped. Two vehicles were blocking their path, they were not opening fire against them, it seemed that they were not expecting them nor awaiting them, was it a trick by the ACS, was there a mole in the organization? It wasn’t possible, only a handful knew of their plan… Yet if there was… Then it must be one of them! No. It wasn’t possible, he have never seen such trickery from the ACS they were too simple, they couldn’t pull off such a plan.
He heard his name, it resounded several times before he realized that someone was speaking to him. He blinked several times, his focus lessening, the world seemed to change in shape but his hearing was coherent now, he did not realize until now how much focused he really was.
He looked at Thor, his hungry eyes reflecting from Thor’s cold determined eyes, he didn’t speak, words were useless, he nodded and moved back towards the hatch, he would be ready if the need arose. In total silence he will drop out of the hatch, he will move like shadow itself, his skin will mimic his mind’s eye, and in but a moment he would be gone, ready to scout and wreak horror and paranoia on the enemies senses.
I see in colors, can only smell in grey,
Blinded by light, I drown in dismay.