I admit I was surprised when I read the message on the phone. Many thoughts came into my head; “Why me?” “What had I done?” “Was I ready for this?” I pushed most of the questions out of my head and continued to drive to the air strip, i admit that I looked out of place in my military fatigues but I had nothing to change into. upon arrival I jumped in the nearest space by the looks of things I was the last person on board.
After 47 hours stuck in a plane there is one word which comes to life; F*ck. After the constant noise of people running back and forth to the toilet, taking orders for meals, announcements and so on, I was lucky to get some sleep, but luckily it seemed the passengers weren’t the most sociable people and so our cabin remained quiet. It’s strange how I used to like flying, but now it only reminds me of the missions I completed and the innocents I have killed.
Over the flight I had noticed the temperature slowly rising indicating a tropical island of sorts. Looking at the island it is strange that it was never noticed before I mean it’s not very hard to miss an island.
When the final announcement came over the tannoy I tried to take in as much information as possible, and the holo-map was a genius way to give us directions besides the fact it as the only one we saw.
Upon leaving the plane I retrieved my items and followed quietly behind the others. I tried to remember as many names as possible as they could come in handy in the close future. Then I met Him, I didn’t catch his name but he was obviously in charge for the time being. Then came the thing most familiar the boy scout voice. "LISTEN UP YOU LAZY PIECES OF SHIT! THIS IS NOD, or in some cases GODDAMN HELL!" I stood to attention instinctively listening closely to what he said. Hmmm N.O.D not a bad acronym wonder what it means I thought. Once he said the barrack assignments he left.
It seemed I was left to sleep with everyone else, I don’t mind really, after spending weeks with people on missions you get used to that sort of thing. It seemed that most people were socialising, something in which was not my strong point, But I needed to meet these people if I was going to stay with these people.
I saw my moment when the man named Stephan asked the question: "Hey, anyone know if there's a barracks with some Canadian name? Ontario or something? I'm awful with names unless I attach a face to them".
I replied after a momentary pause: “ I believe I might be able to help there Stephan’s the name right? If I remember correctly there should be a long area of entrance doors with a fountain in front of them. Inside should be a large open circular gymnasium, with An elevator in the middle of the room which went up to the upper levels.in there should be a path A path from the entrance that led towards the entrance to the wing. Through the doorway at the end of the path is where the hallway should be. If I am correct it should look like a long straight hallway with doors to each barrack lining it. The names Prophet or Leo to my friends, I’ll see you around”
I secured my bergen to my back and left him to make his own way there. Following the map on my HUD I made my way towards the first land mark, the fountain taking in its detail whilst walking past. Walking into one of the doors I entered the gymnasium just like the map had suggested it was a large circular building in which contained a swimming pool and an athletics track, which by the looks was occupied by one the earlier arriving groups. The path was elevated which in my opinion was a smart idea so others could not disturb the training classes below. At the end of the path was the door I needed. Opening the door I saw the hall way and made my way to the Quebec barrack.
Surveying the doors they were all thick and most likely blast proof No one is going to get in here in a hurry. Arriving at the Quebec barrack I inspected the door looking for a number pad but there was none to be found. Upon close inspection I could see the retina scanner here we go Placing my eye up to the scanner as I did this a beam of light shone out into my eye followed by the audio message: “Retina scan complete, Leo Renton Call sign; prophet, Welcome” followed by a beep and the sound of an unlocking door.
Pulling open the door I entered what seemed to be the green room containing; a circular sofa in the centre of the room facing a 42” flat screen Tv that was wall mounted. On the floor the letter “Q” caught my eye most likely standing for Quebec.
Upon finding the boys dormitory I entered finding beds neatly placed the room. Each bed had a drawer beneath it and a nightstand with a lamp on it. Inside there was a door which lead to its own bathroom with shower stalls. I placed my burgen on the nearest bed to the door. I had turned my sensory apparatus off when I had arrived and so did not notice the person standing in the room with me, I admit he made me jump when I saw him. I examined him but I didn’t know his name.
‘There is a first time for everything right?’ I put out my hand for him to shake, ”the name’s Prophet, Leo to my friends and your name is?”