October 9th,11:30 P.M.- Bozhou Underground Military Base
"He referred to someone named 'Ice', you say?" , asked Lieutenant Cheng.
"Yeah... Why, you've never heard of the name? Lieutenant, just how long have you been in th-"
"The military? Longer than you could ever dare to be. Listen, this 'Ice" character seems very new... but we will find out what the Hell is actually going on.", replied Lieutenant.
"I hope we do... What about the rest of the world? Are we just going to fight off this little GLA 'militia'? Why not ally with the US and ECA...? Why not fight Russia?" , Asked Hibban.
"I don't see how you can refer to these ******** as 'militia'. These aren't farmers with pitchforks, Shahab. These are terrorists. Right now, it's apparent that we can't hit two birds with one stone, either. We've had no luck with getting down to the bone, with the GLA yet. That's also the government's decision - whether or not we do anything about Russia. As far as I'm concerned, the GLA is enough **** to deal with right now. Is that clear?"
"What about that device I captured the other day, sir?"
"It appears to be some detonation device... but we don't know what. It isn't currently synchronized to any explosive, so it might have another purpose.", explained the lieutenant.
"Yes sir. So whats my next mission? What intel do I have to gather next?", asked Hibban.
"As for now, I'd like you to get some sleep. It's important... you need to mentally get a grasp of yourself through some rest, especially after being knocked the Hell out of like that."
"Alright."
"Your excused. See you tomorrow at 0600."
Hibban walked out of the office, going to his bunker.
What is going on, exactly? Who the Hell is "Ice"? Anyway, he is my enemy from now on, all I need to do is terminate him.
He grasped his dog tag.
As he laid down, he took his headband off. "复仇", it said on his headband. The letters were in gold. He had it custom made before he joined the military. He fiddled with it. As he did, a tear came out. Another. Then another tear. Before he knew it, his vision was blurry, and he was silently sobbing. What? This happens every night. It was part of his schedule. There wasn't a night, where he didn't cry... remembering the historical pictures he had studied in high school, of Beijing. What an interesting city, at least when it wasn't a crater. His parents had died in that very city... if he wasn't with them, in his mom's arms, would that mean they hadn't cared? No. He was at a babysitter's probably because they wanted some alone time. Of course - it was difficult raising a child.