~Ramses Reinholdt~
They actually fucking did it.
Ramses really couldn’t get over it. He was sure that everything was going to go to shit, but they up and pulled through. The big guy couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was even left in the dust by the guy sent to retrieve him. Dude definitely didn’t seem like one to stop to smell the roses. Ah, oh well. Live and let live, Ramses ol’ boy.
He returned to an already celebrating base of operations. Of course, they were still alert, ready at any moment to rush out to support the main team if need be, but everyone seemed giddy. Hell, Ramses was right there with ‘em. He was more than happy to be dead wrong this time around. They did it. They actually fucking did it. Jeez…
The big man made his way to the impromptu armoury and removed the sweaty ‘Bad gear. He despised the thing. It barely fit. Barely. Sad thing was, Ramses wouldn’t be surprised if that was how they all felt. Oh well. Every second spent NOT wearing that abomination would be one that he would cherish. He took a quick shower and swapped into his normal gear. He returned the rifle, now equipped with only his revolver. He didn’t think he’d need it for anything but…
He sat in the makeshift barracks and checked the gun. He hit the latch with his thumb and slide out the cylinder. Empty. He reached into a pocket on his vest and pulled out a speedloader, ready to go. He slid it into the cylinder, gave it a slight twist, and let gravity do the work. Then he returned the loader to the pocket, closed the cylinder, and felt ready. He waited by the entrance to the base. He had done all of jackshit during the mission, but maybe he could help when they arrived.
It was late.
Or was it early?
Both, really.
Ramses had let out a yawn. Some of the team had returned, but the others were lagging behind. And damn did he feel tir-
The last groups found the base. Kein was one of the first in the building, and one of the first to disappear thanks to Ms. Ono. That look she shot him...well, alright ma’am. You win this one. Go do what you do, lovebirds. Ramses didn’t linger or pry. What happened behind closed doors…
Instead he went to assist with moving one of the biggest men he had ever seen. Was it even a man? It was like a brick house with feet. And it looked like it had just had a nuke dropped on it. Fuck…
And it was heavy. Really. Fucking. Heavy. How they even got the guy into the vehicle...well, it didn’t really matter. They had managed it. And now most of them looked like they were going to collapse at any minute. Ramses didn’t. So he tried to carry most of the weight. They carried him into an empty room and...well…
They stripped him. Nude as the day he left the womb. The dude really was a mess. Besides what he had obviously just received during the kidnapping, Wiggs was covered in some nasty scars. He’d rather not hear the tales behind them. Then they got the pleasure of chaining a nude, unconscious behemoth to a wall. He was dead weight. It wasn’t a walk in the park to keep the guy pinned against the wall, Ramses could swear by that. But they did it, alright. Ramses checked the chains after they were done. They were nice and tight, surely enough to hold a man.
But he worried. Would that REALLY be enough to hold back this monster if it started going? Dude was likely to rip the damn wall down and bludgeon them all half to death with dry wall. But, one makes do with what one’s dealt.
The Commander had called the team, even the supports like Ramses, to the Ops Room.
“No speeches. You did well, even when shit went south.”And south it apparently went. Ramses saw the wounded. It was brutal. And then there were the deceased…
Fuck.
“Just go to bed. We’ll debrief tomorrow, 0930. But rest well; we leave Timber tomorrow night.”Wait. What? They really were leaving? Well...it made sense. The ‘Badians were likely to be whipped up into a fury after their little stunt tonight. Getting out tomorrow might not be the easiest...but it sure wouldn’t get easier if they sat around with their thumbs up their asses. Tonight, a high-ranking Galbadian officer was just ripped out of his office. Many soldiers were gone, or so Ramses had gathered. A sweep of the town would be in order. And if any of the resistance groups decided to rise…
Ramses sighed. That’d be trouble. Timber was likely to become a nightmare if they stuck around much longer.
Another SeeD sighed. Some more muttered.
“... Dismissed.”Well...the mission was still a success. Shit went down, shit got cleaned up. It’s what SeeD do. Though sometimes shit begets shit. Ramses could feel the beginnings of a headache. He needed a smoke.
He needed a drink.
Ramses headed back off to the ‘Barracks’, staying a bit clear of the main team SeeD popping a squat across the room, reading at some files. Dude told off another SeeD, one of the supports. Ramses frowned a bit. That one was a ‘Badian as well, or so he was lead to believe. They were something else. He didn’t know what to make of the Galbadian Garden Elites. In this case, they were allies but…
Could you really trust someone to betray their homeland?
Ramses shook away the thoughts. Doubt doesn’t help. Doubt only rots. The large man entered the barracks and crossed to his little slice of paradise. He went through his stuff, pulling out a paper bag. He reached inside and popped off the cap.
Bottoms up.
Ramses lifted the bag up, and let some of the honey-scented liquid flow into his mouth. He took a gulp, pulling the bagged-bottle away with a grimace. Good shit, that Whiskey, but man did it burn going down sometimes. He turned, heading back into the main room, booze in hand. He needed to relax a bit. And with that fucking monstrosity in the other room?
He’d need all the help he could get.
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