Snippet #1658954

Fortune smiles rarely, like a beaten wife - but today she cracked her defiant smirk at Jason. His men were buzzing for hours, officers telling other officers about some event. Something lost that needed finding, something found in need of loosing. The news eventually found him, and about that time, he found himself summoned. He sat dressed for battle in a room full of the ranking men and the woman of three particular units. His, the 119th Reconnaissance Battalion, Major Anna Gibbs. The 11th Surveillance Squadron, Col. Stuart and the 46th Tertiary Militia, Marshal Bradbury. Militia meant the Causeway and that meant people were going to die. Jason looked nervously at his commander and she smiled; she never smiled at work and he was worried even more.


The Marshal of the Militia asked him what he knew about secrets; saying he was an old hand at secrecy was an understatement. Jason knew enough to exercise discretion. He glanced at his commander as she had his dossier passed around the table like a pornographic magazine – pleased nods and clicks of the tongue, a few whistles. The Colonel gave him a glib appraisal of the situation. Something fell from the sky and they were not sure if it was another space rock or something more...sensitive. It was his job to survey, assess and then report to waiting, hungry ears. Jason could do that, after all if he could not follow orders they wouldn't pay him the big money when his promotion was finalised in three months.

He saluted and bowed to everyone involved and turned to leave. His commander excused herself and followed him out. "You know this comes from the top, code black." She said as she closed the door behind her. Jason nodded. "I figured it was big, you can trust me Major" The Commander frowned. "I know. Your trust is not in question, it's just the..." He stopped her. "Anna, I know you can't tell me. So I would feel better if we just went about our duties." She nodded and sighed. "I don't regret what happened." liar "Why would you?" He retorted. "I don't have the concentration to focus on the mission, you and your wonderful husband." Jason saluted; she saluted back and opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it. "If I don't make it back just tell Ellen about me." He said. Anna smiled. "She knows all about her mother's best soldier." Jason looked at the woman. "You know what I mean, tell her about her father." She scoffed. "Chris is her father, you were...recreation," She sighed and continued. "If somehow you had the soldiers and the political backing to manoeuvre against a senator you don't have anything that could trump the blood relative of the crown."

Jason frowned. "A distant cousin of a king's third bastard son," She rolled her eyes as he continued. "Downplay how you feel about me all you like but excuses do not suit you. I remember a woman who took what she wanted and damn the consequences." Anna touched his arm and casually glanced down both sides of the hall. She hugged him, burying her face in his chest. "I was intemperate in my youth, a luxury I cannot afford at the present." He held her. "You love me." He said. She glanced up at him and smiled. "You love me too." Major Gibbs brushed his arms away and walked back to the door to the meeting room. "You leave in two hours. Dismissed Lieutenant."

As a Pathfinder he was ready to go at a moment's notice. After packing some tins of food and securing his weapons twenty minutes had passed and he was ready to go. He'd leave early and clear his head. A leisurely stroll to his destination and to what one could only assume his ultimate death. The air was crisp, the sun peeking through the wispy morning clouds of a piss-poor sunrise. There was already a figure on the hill, slight, perhaps female. It was going to be interesting to see the personal involved with this job.