Intuitions of War
Chapter 15: Joining recon
*3:00 PM, GLASGOW*
Lucy had finally arrived at where she needed to be, and was currently standing in front of a bar in the city of Glasgow, which belonged to Scotland.
'One of the few nations that we can actually walk into safely…' Scotland was definitely a neutral country in the war, but that was bound to change.
"Nobody is safe during war…" Lucy began lamenting the past again, but calmed herself down.
'Right now, I have something that I have to do for the queen, and that's all I have to do.' Lucy walked into the bar, and looked towards the counter. There, she saw the man that she knew would take her to Sara.
"John, right?" Lucy asked the man behind the counter, and the man smiled.
"So you're the one Sara's been expecting?" John asked back, and Lucy nodded. The smile disappeared off his face, and he opened the little gate that led to behind the counter where he was, through which Lucy entered.
"She's in the room behind the door right there, head right in."
Lucy walked past John, and burst into the room behind him. There, she found Sara.
Sara was sitting on a chair behind a wooden table, looking at what seemed to be normal papers for the bar. She was still as big a beauty as always.
"You still look as snotty as you always have, Sara." Lucy said, with a slight chuckle leaving her mouth and riding the wind right after. Sara stared at her with dead eyes, before also smiling a little.
"You still seem as obnoxious as before, Lucy." Sara said, a sarcastic tone ringing within the air. Both of them stared at each other for a good couple of seconds, before Lucy pulled up a seat and sat.
"So, how much stuff has happened since the last year we meet?" Lucy was curious as to the adventures and missions of Sara. While she did run a bar, she was secretly a double agent.
"We've had a couple of people come in and try to work at the bar, majority of them quitting. The most recent one was a kid who didn't even last a month before running off to god knows where." Sara replied, confidence filling her tone. After all the experiences she had been through, she was confident enough in herself to stand before Lucy in such a manner.
"... I'm still sorry about what happened Sara, I didn't mean for it to happen." Lucy apologized for something that seemingly happened long ago.
"Stop worrying about it, things have gone better since then. John, the guy at the counter, is one of the few people who are helping me pretty well. I have a bunch of support from many people, so I'll be fine. At least, for a couple more years…" While Sara said she was fine, Lucy could actually hear the anxiety in her voice, the fear for her life.
'If only I hadn't been so ignorant back then, both me and her wouldn't be in this position…' Lucy, no matter what Sara said, knew that she made a mistake back then, one that could very well cost Sara's life along with her family.
"Hey, I said to stop worrying about it. So tell me, how is Britain doing these days when it comes to war?" Sara was genuinely interested, considering that she didn't have much time to hear the news as a double-agent.
"To be honest, since the last year that we met, Britain hasn't been doing so well. We've been raided twice in the past year, and the most recent one wasn't even a month ago I believe. Meanwhile, Britain is slacking on it's ass, not doing jack or even attempting to raid some other nation." Lucy was quite disappointed in Britain the past year. It had really been one of its worst years in the war.
'To be honest, during the raid on Newgate, I was ready for the whole nation of Britain to fall apart. Newgate is one of the biggest funders for the war, and without it…' She could imagine what life without Newgate was before, but know she actually knew the life. The military was really not going so good, and the funds weren't either.
'If this trend keeps going on, it won't even take more than two years for Britain to fall…' Lucy was quite the anxious one, and was really fearful of the results that seemed to be appearing in her mind.
"Huh, sounds like it's going really bad down there in Britain." Sara laughed a little, and Lucy attempted to laugh a little, though it sounded like a broken flute trying its hardest to fix itself.
"Well, I know it's been a year since we met, and that I just got here, but I gotta go. I'll see you next year, Sara." Though Lucy didn't want to go, and wanted to sit down and converse with her friend for a while, she knew her duties, and so did Sara. Sara waved goodbye, while Lucy walked out of the office.
"See ya later, John." Lucy said bye to John, who simply stared at her. She chuckled a little, and just walked out from behind the counter, and left the bar.
"It's gonna be much sooner than you expect that we'll meet again, Lucy."
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*WEEK LATER, 8:42 AM, LONDON*
While waiting for a week to pass, Harper had just been living in some alley, while drinking water from one of the rivers flowing through the city. When it came to food, the trash seemed very nice.
'If I keep remembering what Wyatt told me, a week is seven days, and according to my knowledge, days are a bunch of thirty minutes…' He still didn't know about time, but he really was trying his hardest.
'It should be sometime around now that I have to be there…' Harper was already on the way to the building, where his fate would be resigned to the military. He had gone over it many times in his head, if this really was what he wanted to do.
In the end, he came to a decision.
'This isn't a choice of whether or not this is what I want to do, this is the only thing left remaining for me.' Harper believed, no, forced himself to believe that this was what he wanted, that he could help change the world like this, change it into something he wanted.
'A haven… if only.' Harper truly did dream.
He looked around and realized that he had reached the building, and began walking up the steps. He entered through the two large doors, which were considered the entrance, and once again saw the long queues. However, his eyes quickly darted to the center of the room, where a man seemed to be standing.
However, the man didn't certainly didn't look nice. He was wearing a dark cloak, his face somewhat hidden, but not really. What was really scary though was his body. He was wearing a t-shirt, and all the way down his arm, there were scars and tattoos.
Harper stared at the man's body in astonishment. He had all this stuff, but he wasn't much taller or much more muscular looking than himself. Harper was genuinely impressed at this guys body and his medals.
'Though he isn't much more muscular looking than me, he could mess me up in a heartbeat.'
Harper took a deep breath, and begin stomping over towards the man. The man was seemingly caught up in looking at his medals, but at the sound of the stomping that Harper was making, he immediately let go of his cape which had all the medals on it, and stared right into Harpers eyes.
At the sight of this man's terrifying face, Harper froze. He realized that his face was the most scarred. He had so many injuries that it was petrifying to look at him. His nose was essentially nonexistent, his mouth seemed to be cut up into itsy little pieces, and his left eyebrow also seemed to somehow be missing. Along with all of that, he had a greying hair, which shows that he was getting old.
"Scared at the sight of me? I'd hope not, I'm the leader of your division from now on!" The man boomed out with his voice, and then began laughing with a voice erupting from his chest. Harper was surprised and somewhat scared at first, but slowly he began bursting out of his cocoon of nervousness.
Harper then remembered an old story that Wyatt told him. The story about ancient times, when there were men who were called nords, who were hearty sailors and mighty warriors. They would always laugh with a boom in their voice, and seemed to always be cheery.
'He's like a man out of legend…' Harper began to look at the man with somewhat shining eyes, before aligning his body straight, and walking up to the man.
"Are you the one taking me to the recon department?" Harper asked the man this simple question, at which the man just stared at him as if he had said something wrong. The man kep staring at Harper, who was beginning to get somewhat anxious.
"D-Did I say something wrong?" Harper was dazzled as to what was happening right now, before the man stopped staring at him and sighed.
"They didn't fill you in on the details, did they?" The man piped up, and Harper kept looking at him. The man took a deep breath, and began explaining to Harper.
"As of right now, we don't really have a base of operations, or at least a legitimate one. It's still being constructed, and is expected to at least take a few more months until completion. Until then, the government is renting a building for us to use.
"So that's where we're going right now!" The man yelled out that final sentence, and began marching out of the building. Harper followed behind, and as they began walking through the street, Harper was starting to feel some fulfillment with his life.
It was as if…
He was getting closer to whatever it was he wanted.