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Why did you do that?
Do what?
Why did you do that?
I have done many things in the past. You need to be more specific.
Why did you leave us?
I didn't mean to-
Is it not enough that you-?!
No, it's not that-
Why did you kill me?
I'm sorry-
Answer me!
I-
YOU MONSTER!!
"...I'm sorry!"
He jolted awake, sweat covering his body. Reaching out for the alarm clock, he grimaces when he sees the time. It's 3 AM. Usually, being awake at this time didn't really bother him. But, he has a flight to catch in the morning. A flight back to his home country. Can't says he missed it. If only he could avoid this.
Rex probably would've given him an earful, though.
...
Scratch that, Rex would kill him if he ran from this job.
Speaking of killing...
The nightmares never stopped. Will it ever stop?
But you deserve it. Don't you? His own mind told him. Do I?
He shrugged, choosing to not care. It's not a new thing, the nightmare. He never slept well anyway. Also, anyone who will give a shit about his sleeping habit are: a) sleeping at this time; b) a continent away, or c) six feet under already. Anyway, as long as he is still able to function normally, there's no use in complaining.
(The medic working under him might disagree.)
(Oh, well, he didn't want to dwell on that thought.)
He rises from the bed, thinking that might as well re-checking his things. And maybe get a cup of coffee. Or a glass of whiskey. Or both.
Both sound good.
Sadly, it wouldn't do for him to arrive at the base with a hangover. Jetlag is already bad enough.
Rrriing!!
His phone notification broke his internal debate. He takes a look at the caller id. Rex.
...
Did that bastard suddenly grow a sixth sense or what? He chuckles quietly at that thought and picks up the call. "You are reaching Bill's mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em. How may I help you?"
Silence is his answer before a dry voice comes from the other side. "Can I request them to be well done instead?"
"Sure! With additional 1000 dollars, we could arrange for them to be placed inside a nice antique vase. Interested?"
"That's rubbish! No way that cost so much."
"Sorry, pal. Inflation, you know. We at the mortuary need our salary."
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"So, why are you calling?" At this time.
"What? I can't check in with my second in command now?" That was a half-truth at best, but both of them choose to ignore it. "Just want to make sure you're not chickening out from this."
"Rex."
When Rex next replied, he sounds almost indignant. "I'm serious! This evaluation will be important for the contract with them."
"I know," he sighs heavily. "I just didn't understand why would you choose me of all the people available." As the vice-commander, he knows that there are other people that Rex could choose instead of him to do this. Yet, Rex waited weeks for him to complete his previous mission, so that he could go and play babysitter to a newbie. Seriously, why?
"You're the only one that I trust that won't fuck around with this task."
Damn him. He curses Rex in his mind. "Fine."
"Great! Now, don't be late for your flight." A pause. "And, Owl?"
"What?" He asks.
"Good luck. I think you might need it."
"Thanks for the wishes. Can't wait for it to be finished." Owl says sarcastically, not hyped up at all. He could hear Rex laughing at the other end before he hang up. That bastard. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the journey ahead.
He glances at the folder containing the needed information for his mission. Overseeing a contract with Task Force 141, eh?
"Long time no see..." He whispers quietly.
Here's to hoping he won't fuck up.