The fallen soldier

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Alright, so let's just pretend the nuke ever happened! K!?

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"The date is October 9th, the year is, fuck.. Uh, 1859. I think." You scratched your head.

You sat on top of a mountain, it was cold, and there wasn't a whole lot to do. So you built a fire and decided to record and archive these missions.

"I'm currently on foreign grounds, in a whole other place I've never explored. I've read about it, I've seen pictures on it, and now I'm here. And it's... Beautiful. I almost feel bad about destroying everything it's peop- birds stand for. If it wasn't for that, then I would've loved to visit this place later on." You sip some water. "It's 5 'o clock in the afternoon, I arrived and found a hide out two hours ago. I set up base and arranged food and water sources."

You glanced to your right, quickly checking the fire you made and the MRE you were cooking.

"I've got substantial supplies of everything I should need. And I've already got my first target located. He lives near one of the mountains, the biggest one actually. His name is Julis Leatherwork and he's currently assisting in the creation of a handheld firearm. I believe my generation of humans used to call them hand-cannons."

Sounds of shuffling fabric

"Ah, shit is that a.... Yep, Looks like a patrol flying my way!" You quickly put the fire out and ran for cover.

Insert faint sound of a body hitting stone... Silence. Then approaching footsteps.

"Fuckers didn't even come this way, I just Dolphin dived behind a rock for no fucking reason! Ah.. Goddammit! Now my back hurts, and I gotta restart this damn fire." You sat back down and checked the laptop. "Anyway, after I restart the fire eat this MRE and then do a real quick check on inventory. I'm going to go ahead and get this Julis guy out of the way."

You stared at the mid-day sky and looked back into the camera. "I'll try and get it over with by tomorrow. I'm unsure as to where exactly this Julis guy is, so I'll just check every location I've been given and pray it'll be over by nightfall. First off, I want to try and avoid the city until I can secure a safe way of getting around, humans aren't really welcome here. So looks like I'll be checking the Refinery out first, then the lumber yard if the Refinery is a no go. From there I'll check his house and then office building."

You checked the contents of the MRE. "Since I don't want my presence to be known just yet, I'll being using a suppresser on my SAS-24. And I'll being packing the TNG-38B as a backup weapon. I hope I won't ever have to use it, but seeing as these damn birds wear such thick armor, a plasma pistol is the only thing I can carry without weighing myself down too much. I'm not planing on taking the entire Griffin military, so lets just hope my call is the right one. I'm going in partially blind, but this Intel is a godsend."

Realizing the MRE has long since finished, you quickly finish up the video recording. "Uh, this is Anderson signing off."

Click

After taking all your gear out from the backseat of the VTOL, you took quick inventory and noted your lacking supply of medical supplies. You brought some first-aid kits but those things weren't made to treat anything more serious than a cut or bullet wound. If you for whatever reason broke a limb while taking care of these birds, you'd be screwed.

With your sword strapped to your hip, and a pocket full of magical cartridges. You check your ammo supply and the condition of your plasma pistol, before hopping back into the VTOL.

Under the cover of a dark and gloomy night, you set out for a distant factory.

Author's Notes:

Alrighty, so it's been nearly 2 damn months. And you probably want a explanation right?

Well you deserve one.

This chapter has been done for quite some time, I just never spellchecked. I also spent some more time working on my artistic Abilites. I can barely draw hair now, I'm focusing on facial expressions now. And then actually human anatomy. I essentially need to develop my own style. And last but not least, I tried to do some actual research into certain matters. Like governments and how places like Rome worked. I'd like for Griffonia to be an actual place. I also want to make sure every target we kill off has some some of vendetta of their own. A reason as to why they do what they do. I don't want them to just be meat puppets I kill off before moving onto the next one. Hence the name of this chapter, "The Family Man." Hinting to the fact the Julis is a father of multiple kids, y'know?

Lastly, check out my blog, I should have a list that describes all planned future chapters. (The blog is subject to change)

And again, sorry for taking so long. I don't have the kind of free time I used too. Promotion and all.

(Also sorry about the short chapter, it was supposed to get published much sooner so I could get the actual chapter out.)