The ship soon arrived, after taking up patrolling a few times outside, in those patrols, there was nothing but the vehicle's fires dying out and the bodies of insurgents becoming more enveloped in snow. The piles of bullets also becoming buried under.
We exited, carrying the ammo bags along with our weapons, leaving the wreckage of what was once a fully working transport, now riddled with holes and heavily damaged.
It was a smaller transport, similar to the ship we rode heading back after that forest, city revolution mission.
The side door swings open with 2 people exiting the craft.
"Get on, we'll get you out of here." One of the people spoke.
We got onto the ship, seats on the front and rear section in the space of this ship, seems like the cockpit is inaccessible. I place down my ammo bag along with my weapons, placing them below my feet. This whole fiasco of a mission was now over. The rest of the team got on, along with the strategist and the other crew in of the ship.
Last to board the ship, the hostage we took, now with a bag over his head. Standing up, he was moved to the other side door, leaning on it.
"Well that's everyone, let's head back." The ship doors close as the 2 who went out, went back inside.
I felt the ship rise, gradually gaining speed.
From the door's windows, we were in the sky. Passing through this tundra place.
The strategist along with his crew brought the launchers, ammo boxes, the bags we took carrying intel among other supplies. They took everything they could from the ship didn't they?
The space was cramped but manageable, were not waiting for a larger transport anymore.
I returned to reminiscing, thinking of the battle, and that vision I got when we headed there. I should talk to the doctor again.
My armor was still covered with small clumps of snow, but it looked undamaged, does it regenerate as well? Better protection as well as regenerating, Parabellum really does have good stuff. One of the best schools in the nation, academically and in mercenary terms.
Their food is also top notch, good shit. And have a lot of companies supporting them in the form of weapons. Wonder how the people in the academic sector of Parabellum are doing, maybe they're in their specialization classrooms right now learning the subjects they selected. Going back home everyday to their families, must be really happy. I wonder how my parents are right now, can't go to em right now as a mercenary.
Everyone stayed silent during the flight, left to our own thoughts. Doing other things, napping, staring all around or thinking silently.
I begin remembering the vision I had back when we were heading here. A team of mercs going through a swamp of sorts. Getting attacked while they walked through it, that's one vision to tell the doctor. Where were they going? And why were they in a swamp, what was their mission?
I stayed sitting down, my mind wandering around as my eyes stayed glued looking at the floor of the ship, thinking of many things, while my bag and weapons stayed below my legs.
What's gonna happen to the ship? Will we just abandon it and let nature take it's course on it? Or is someone gonna go recover it, I'll never know.