The fallen soldier

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Let's try something a little different today folks. A new POV.

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Judging from the many papers I've read this morning, my next target is just some really rich bird who encourages war. The Griffin government is, in a way, like the Romans. The people prides itself on its military capability. And it has this thing called a Senate, which is a group made up of Rich folks.

But I'm getting this all from a REALLY old file on my internal data-banks. Actually. I'm pretty sure it came with the augmentation when I first got it. Along with some other free books about physics and magic tricks.

No, seriously, I have a book about magic tricks in my head. It just sits there, in its own digital world. Glancing at its information, it says, 'LAST READ 3 YEARS 4 MONTHS 2 DAYS 8 HOURS AGO'.

I forget it's there half the time really. But moving on, the file isn't wrong, it's just full of old information. The name of the bird I'm after is Cyprian Fallist. An odd name, but I've met grown men named Buttercup. Anyway, Cyprian writes books as a past-time, and is well known for his novels. Which is why he is dubbed as the greatest writer of the year, he has a extensive library of handwritten books backing up his skill. His books are universally liked all throughout the world.

The file then rambles on about some ancient artifact in his possession that grants hyper intelligence. It recommended that I 'confiscate' this item of his and return it to Equestria where Celestia herself will dispose of the artifact.

I honestly couldn't help but wonder what it's like to wear such a thing. But I digress, this is gonna be another night mission so I should get my gear ready and pass time. I've got hours to burn.

10 hours later.

Peeking through the scope of my rifle, I was able to spot guards patrolling the mansion. Which, in turn, was located on a separate mountain aways from mine. Cyprian didn't live in the Capital, or near the capital. So I had a nice little flight to reach his beast of a house.

Maybe he didn't like being in a crowded city. Maybe he thought he deserved better. Who cares, I certainly don't. I'm just happy he didn't invest in air patrols. Having a vantage point makes things so much easier.

It also allowed me to carefully plan and scan all possible entrances. And after some tough choices, I decided it was best to parachute onto the roof and enter through a skylight. Maybe it's not the brightest idea, but it's better than kicking the door down and shooting everyone. Or even parachuting into his giant garden in the backyard, where guards are patrolling.

So for this mission, I've brought my silenced Gs48, my also silenced SAS and the plasma pistol as a backup. I'm anticipating some small levels of violence, not much, but I sure as hell won't be walking away with clean hands tonight.

With those final words, I leaped from the wing of my VTOL started falling. I managed to enjoy the view as I fell for a couple seconds. Then I released my chute and my entire body jerked. While I glided towards the roof, I went ahead and issued a command for the VTOL to park on the ground behind some trees.

The flight was short as well, not long after my VTOL left for its own safety. I landed on the roof, it was void of all life. Hosting nothing but the skylight. Which was good, so I began to remove all the gear off my back.

And now that I carried this rifle, I kinda wish I brought my A.M.A.H.S. suit, it's magnetic holsters would allow me to carry more equipment, which is always handy. But, I'm stuck with this awesome trench coat and a kick ass custom sword.

Speaking of my kick-ass custom sword, I'd like to make some use of it tonight. I can use its many ability's to help me find Cyprian. And it'll also be a great test run. Because now I'll be facing living creatures, instead of those creepy magic shadows.

Checking the skylight for hinges, I discovered it was one solid window. I was disappointed for lack of better words, I thought the rich guys always have skylights that open? It'd make it a helluva lot easier to break in. Damn.

Sadly, I left my glass-cutting spy laser in my other trench-coat. Now I've gotta find another way in.

Looking inside, I'll I saw was a huge ass library. I checked it for guards and saw none. But since I was playing it quiet, smashing the window and dropping in is a fucking terrible idea. So I left the skylight and peered over the edge of the wall and onto the epic garden in the backyard.

One could easily tell the amount of work put into the garden, from the expertly cut bushes to the luxurious fountain in the middle of it all. There were also flowers littered through out the garden, but since I'm not exactly a florist or someone who works with flowers, I don't know much. But, give or take, these flowers are probably rare and expensive.

I switched gears and started looking for guards, a couple were present, but not too many. Most of them were hanging towards the back of the garden, where it had a view of the distant capital and the land below. Frankly, it was gorgeous.

And since all these guards are usually conveniently distracted in someway, it's easy to sneak past. Now my only problem was getting down the three-story drop. Which can't be accomplished by any normal being without some form of Augmentation.

Which I happen to have plenty of, especially robotic legs that allow me to drop from high heights without any damage. But the max height is 25 feet. So this drop barely outdoes the limit, so I'll have to... Jump onto a bush!

After I congratulate myself on the idea, I carefully chose the right bush for the job. It's distanced far enough from any guards, and it looks thick enough to handle my weight. So with the plan set in stone, I took around a dozen steps back before sprinting towards the edge of the roof and leaping off onto the bush.

I didn't land gracefully, and I also discovered the insides were nowhere near as nice as the outside. I landed butt first into the bush, instantly going through the exterior and smashing through the branches within.

It hurt.

The idea was for me to gracefully (and softly) land on the bush, silent as can be. But that didn't go as planned, the bush was now in shreds, with only a small part reminding the world of what it once looked like. Which is a elephant, or was.

Standing up, I rubbed my back and started limping towards the big backyard door. I wasn't worried about any guards, the hedges were high enough to block sight from the back of the garden.

I pushed on the door, it opened willingly. To my pleasure, the library was still empty. Whether it was supposed to or not didn't bother me, it's emptiness brought a warm feeling to my heart. And since I just messed up my back pretty badly, I sat in one of the empty chairs and pulled my silenced Sas-24 out.

I simply sat for a while, allowing my body to quickly heal. Nothing happened.

12 minutes later, my back felt fine and I could walk without limping. So I holstered my weapon and continued walking around the library. I grabbed a book at random and flipped it open. Although it's cover was in broken English, I couldn't begin to understand the writing. I felt disappointed.

I closed the book and put it back. Continuing with my so far peaceful walk through the mansion. I headed for the library exit, the door was embroidered with strange designs of Griffins on all fours chasing after one another on a angled line.

I didn't rightfully understand, like everything else in this place. I pushed the door open and leaned out into a fancy hallway with a nice red carpet. Looking left, it was a empty hall with the occasional painting and statue on a table. Looking right, it was the same thing.

I was lost. Finding my target would prove harder than I thought.

I've searched five rooms and came up with nothing but more things I can't read and empty guest rooms. I was starting to get aggravated, my mind willing to ditch the calm approach and prefer I start demanding answers.

I pressed on however, as each guest room came with some fancy boxes usually full of jewelry.
That I totally didn't take based on gem rarity in Equestria.

As I wordlessly shoved a giant Ruby ring into my coat pocket, footsteps started echoing down the halls. They were soft and quiet, probably belonging to a maid. Then the footsteps stopped outside the door to the room I was in. I quickly hid behind the bed.

"Did Blasha really leave the lights on again!?" The womanly voice asked aloud. "I swear..." She mumbles.

The door opens enough for a claw to reach in and twist the knob for the lamp, plunging me and the room into darkness. I stood up and put the hood of my trench coat on, activating it's night-vision features.

Quietly stepping around the bed, I made my way back to the door. Placing my left ear against the door, I tried to listen out for any signs of walking. I couldn't hear any, but the door was rather thick to begin with.

I turned the knob and slowly pulled the door open, I lowered my hood once light made its way into it, nearly blinding me in the process of making itself known. After slowly sticking my head out, I looked down both halls and spotted a Griffin in a maid uniform pushing a cart down towers the library.

I quietly stepped out and closed the door behind me. Glancing back at the Griffin, I watched her turn down a hall and disappear. My assumption? She was probably turning in for the night. I stood up straight and turned to face the rest of the unchecked hall.

At this point, I was tired after staying up all day doing absolutely nothing besides cleaning my gear. So I wasn't interested in searching EVERY FUCKING ROOM TILL I FIND THIS FEATHERED FUCKER.

So I slid my hood back on, this time without the night-vision, and started stomping down the halls. I pulled my rifle off my back and prepared myself for some conflict. I calmly opened a door and switched the light on.

Nothing.

Walk down the hall some more, open another door, nothing. Rinse and repeat about a dozen times and I'll get a nice healthy dose of sweet sweet annoyance. After a while of checking rooms, the hall of guest rooms ended and I came across some luxurious foyer thingy.

Two big wooden doors laced with stained glass. Giant ass set of stairs that led to the 2nd floor. More halls that furthered my idea on how much of a fucking maze this place was. And a couple Griffins dressed in mercenary gear.

That was my idea at least, their gear didn't match the military's. Which was more showy, kinda like Equestria and their soldiers wearing solid gold armor enchanted to weigh practically nothing. But at least Griffins made their armor look more threatening.

The guards noticed me. None to my surprise.

I raised my rifle and silently dispatched all 3 guards with head shots. I wasn't interested in staying any longer. My patience stayed back with all those guest rooms.

I ignored the other hallways, and opted to go upstairs. Once I made my way up all those steps, I was welcomed to more guards. And again, none of these guys looked like the kind of guys you'd wanna fist-fight.

So I raised my rifle once again and dispatched most of them. One caught on and jumped into a room. To my displeasure, I slowly approached the room and looked in from a safe distance back. From what I could see through the doorway, it was empty, so I started stepping closer.

I licked my lips and repositioned my fingers. As I prepared myself for a raid, the 400 and something pound Griffin suddenly came barreling through the door.

He rammed into me with his shoulder, which sent me flying to the right, and my rifle to the ground. I grunted and tried to stand back up, but a claw wrapped itself into my hood and pulled as hard as it could.

I felt the world spin as the Griffin threw me behind him. I landed hard on my back, reigniting the previous pain I had from the bush. My eyes tightened shut and I yelled out in anger.

"Fucking... Bitch!" I moaned after trying to move.

I opened my eyes to the sight of a angered Griffin stomping towards me.

"I'm going to kill you Veatia!" The Griffin yelled some kind of slur in his own language.

Unable to do anything, I pulled my SAS-24 from its holster and unloaded into the approaching Griffin. He collapsed after the 9th round, blood quickly began to surround his corpse. I sighed in relief and rested my head on the shiny hardwood floor.

Everything hurt.

I tried to get back up, but my body gave me the middle finger in return. With nothing else to do, I stated aloud. "I'm getting too old for this shit."

The quiet hallway and dead Griffins agreed with me.

Author's Notes:

Hey I'm back!

Thanks for reading my other story and potentially liking it! I wrote it because I got stuck during the process of this particular chapter. Writing the other story got my gears going, I tried posting it as a joke to myself. I didn't think it'd actually pass cuz none of the other stories I've tried passed. Maybe the moderators got sick of me trying so much. Who knows.

Anyways, not much for you this time. But I'm really gonna love writing next chapter. I can't wait till I get to write Cyprians dialogue, he's gonna be quite the wildcard. I assure you.

Last but not least, COMMENT ON OF YOU LIKED THE POV OF THIS CHAPTER! IM FEELING MORE CONFIDENT TO SWITCH POVS NOW IF YOU GUYS WANT.

Edit- So it's been about 15 minutes since I finished writing, quickly spellchecking, and published. So now I'm gonna play Oblivion. Have a great day guys.