Dragged by the arm through the train carriages, the Order's grunts didn't seem to care about treating me nicely.
Hey, rookies.
You're supposed to handle 'the goods' with great care, you know?
You're supposed to make sure I get back to your base in one piece, you know?
You'll get hounded by your superiors if I'm in too bad of a condition, you know?
Anyway.
"Yawwwn~"
It's still early in the morning, so I'm a bit tired.
"No noise."
Hng?
"The fuck're you talking to, you bastard?"
―Who are you to reprimand me?
"...What?"
The guy who told me to be quiet turned around and glared at me through the holes in his mask.
"Say that again, punk?"
He brought his assault rifle to my face, but there's no way I was going to flinch at something meagre like that.
"Hmm? Nice toy you got there~"
"Tch! Listen here, you fu--"
"--Stop. He's just trying to provoke you; don't let him rile you up. We were warned about this."
