Tristan and the commander glimpsed at each other. Tristan pursed his lips and shook his head. Who knew what the two were thinking.
Roger walked toward Tristan. "Rest," was the word spoken from his lips.
"Roger..." Tristan peeked at the commander who walked in their direction.
"Roger was your name right?" The commander asked.
Roger knitted his brow. Will this man will take revenge for his child?
"I am Commander of 3rd Unit. Commander Justine Drago." Justine grinned at him. "Kid, do you want to enter the army?"
"Commander!" Tristan couldn't believe that he would ask the child with such. "He was still young."
But Justine's eyes were still on Roger. "What do you think?"
"Army?" Roger
Their attention was caught by the person groaning on the ring, giving a wave of a surprise to Roger's pupil.
"Huh? Where's Roger?" Marco faced in his direction. "Ther you are! Ah! Let do one more round! One more round! Ah no, let's do two or three. Ah, let just fight. I can still move, see." He even jumped and do a cartwheel, then did a back lift.
"Hahaha, my child sure was very energetic." Justine laughed at his child.
"Come on up here, Roger. Come on! Come on!" Marco called out at him with eyes full of excitement.
But Roger, being Roger just turned his back and ready to go upstairs. He controlled himself not jumping away when Justine hold his shoulder with his heavy hand.
"Join the army," Justine insisted.
"Let's fight! Fight!" Marco shouted.
"Now now." Tristan trying to resolve the situation but the father and child kept on insisting, making Roger annoyed.
Roger's brow already knitted in annoyance. "So d.mn noisy." He whispered with a hint of irritation. He looked up at Tristan asking for permission. "I'm going to sleep."
They all paused, and Marco jumped down from the ring, going toward Roger. "Hey, Roger. What do you mean you are going to sleep?" He asked in front of him. "Well, let's forget about sleeping, let's spar first. Come come, let's spar." He said trying to reach out at Roger who steps away and glared at him.
"Annoying," Roger spoke at him.
"Huh?"
"Are you a f.cking girl?"
"Roger!" Tristan couldn't believe the words he was hearing from Roger's mouth.
"Who are you calling a girl?! I have a dick! I can even show it to you. Mine might even be bigger than yours. Heh, let's compare! And besides that, I have a lot of girls who are blah blah blah" Marco who keeps on babbling.
Roger was starting to have headaches from listening to Marco chirping. He wanted to find anything to put inside his mouth just to shut up. He roamed his eyes to find anything that could stop the noise.
"Hey, Roger! Learn to listen when someone is talking to you. Don't you know that it was rude not to listen..." Marco doing another round of babbling.
Roger's heart pumped too hard making him closed his eyes. He shouldn't become too enraged. He could feel his blood starting to run amok, making him clenched his fist.
"Ouch!" Marco glared at his father. "Why are you hitting me?"
"Shut up! You are a guy, why need to chirp? Huh." Justine bellowed. "And there is still tomorrow. You both need to wake up."
Marco pouted. "I wanna brawled a few more." He spoke in a soft voice.
When Roger felt his blood back to normal, so does his heart. He looked up. "Tired."
Justine ruffled his hair making Roger stiffed. He was still uncomfortable with a human touch, but he could still bear it. "Go and take a rest." He smiled at him kindly. "Let's talk again tomorrow afternoon, once you go to the barrack." He then faced Tristan. "We'll be going."
"Yes, commander." Tristan faced Roger. "Go and take a rest now."
Roger nodded his head and left, entering his room.
He starting to sense again the abnormalities in his body. He should be careful, especially with Justine and Tristan.
He peered at his reflection in the mirror, seeing his golden eyes almost turned red. The person in the mirror was him with the appearance of a stranger.
.
"Roger," Tristan called out.
He stared at him while his hand was still holding the spoon.
"When we go there, I might not able to take care of you because I have a mission on the following days, and you might stay in the barracks for a while."
Roger bowed his head then nod, showing he understands. The two eat their breakfast quietly.
After that, Roger washed the dishes and pack up his things. Tristan bought him a lot of clothes when he brought him, he found it too troublesome whenever, but just let it be afterward.
They went to the army. He saw some teenagers who had been running. Then stop in front of the man who is wearing camouflage attire.
When they got out, they went toward one of the rooms. It was a small room, with a small bunker bed.
"Well, this was the only room left." Tristan scratched his head feeling a bit embarrassed. "You will stay here for a while. After my mission, we will go back so you can continue your high school."
Roger nodded his head and enter, fixing his stuff.
"Roger."
Roger looked at Tristan but what came into his view was the phone. He caught it.
"If there were something. Just call me." Tristan beamed at him.
Roger looked at the phone and then bobbed his head.
Tristan felt frustrated with Roger not speaking, but he was always been like this. Ah, it doesn't matter.
Tristan then walked toward Commander Justine's office room. He was told that after bringing Roger, they should meet.
He opened the door and salute Commander Justine.
"Commander," Tristan.
"I called you for a simple reason."
Tristan peered at the Commander, waiting for him to continue.
"I wanted to know who Roger is."
Tristan was taken aback by the sudden inquiring of Roger's identity. "Sir?" Tristan asked in puzzlement.
"Roger, who is he?" The commander repeated his question.
Tristan didn't know how to answer. In the end, he said. "My childhood friend son."
Justine brought out a picture. It was a 5 or 6-year-old child, with black hair, and brown eyes. His appearance was very disturbing because he was malnourished, and his body was full of scars and wound, all his body was full of bruises too. Except for his face that and eyes that seemed to have no emotion. Just pure blankness.
"This..." Tristan's eyes widen. How come the child was the same as Roger? "Commander." his eyes were asking for an answer from his Commander.
"I will be direct to the point. I think Roger has a connection with that organization. And you know what that means..." The commander peered directly into his eyes. "It means that he is very dangerous." Commander Drago said and stood up, facing the window which viewed outside.
"Commander... I..." Tristan didn't know what to feel at this moment. The child in the picture and Roger had the same appearance, but different eye color and hair. He felt so complicated. If he was the kid in the picture then how much suffering did he went through, and if he also the same person. Wouldn't that mean that... He didn't want that. That child who never smile, who only talked once in a while. The child he treated like his child, but if he wasn't then... but that was impossible. he did a DNA test, and he was sure he was, but...
His heartfelt being squeezed. He hoped that he was not. His thought was stopped by Commander Drago's next word.
"That's why we will monitor him for now. We need to see if he was really one of those being... and if he is" he faced him and with cold eyes and cold words that stabbed his heart, he said. "you know that we should kill him, without a second thought. Else, a lot more people will die just his mere existence."
Tristan's hand turned to fist. If Roger was truly one of them... then Roger will die...