Snippet #1701958

Aaron leaned out while the commander left. He took his time with the equipment, putting everything in order, looked sternly to the brats at the end of the cafeteria, put everything back in his huge briefcase and left. He was still smiling. So Eve didn’t have problems with getting her hands dirty... Smart girl. Honor is an illusion for the weak and repentant. That plan would work perfectly, and if one were to oppose it, one would burn along with the crops...

Blake reached his bedroom, and apparently they expected him to sleep in the same room as someone else. Aaron laughed. He was so tired he did not even bother to complain. He just quietly reached for his lighter and decided to burn the bed of the unfortunate soldier who had made the mistake of sharing a room with Aaron Blake.

Entering the room, chaos was palpable. There were pieces of armor around the floor and the lower bunk was occupied. Aaron reached his lighter, playing with the flames as he approached the bed, when he stopped. The person in the bed was none other than Phyllis Zethera, his superior officer! Blake hesitated. His desire to lit everything on fire only increased, but his common sense, the small amount of common sense still left in Aaron’s mind forced him to turn off the lighter. If he couldn’t burn a person, he would burn something else. Blake put his black suitcase on the floor and gently moved it to the corner. Then, he inspected the roof looking for sprinklers that could spoil the fun. He found only one in the center of the ceiling and quickly took care of it, punching the sprinkler until it was unusable and until his hands were bleeding. Blake then threw the sheets on the floor, piled them in the center of the room, lit his lighter and threw it on the stack of sheets, watching while the tissue burned. Nothing like a show before going to bed. The fire danced. It sang for Aaron. The flames rose high, but did not spread neither triggered any alarm due to Aaron’s careful preparation. He stood beside the fire for half an hour, so hooked on the show that never even realized if Zethera had woke up or not. He stood beside the fire until there was nothing left of the cheap sheets, and without looking at Phyllis he climbed the bunk, with the metal creaking under his weight. Aaron laid down on the bed too small for his body and slept a dreamless sleep.