Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Story: Lovely Hypocrite?
I've decided to try one of Chuck Wendig's Flash Friday challenges. This week's challenge was to go to use a random sentence generator to generate your first or last sentence in your story. I got "Will the company suffer the lovely hypocrite?" I figured that I could work with that, so I wrote the following story. I hope that you enjoy it!
"Will the company suffer the lovely hypocrite?" General Mitchell asked. It was clear from his tone that he would not suffer my presence any longer. Asking the rest of the company showed that he was sure of their answer. "He has defied my command and has tried to sow dissent into our ranks. Would you keep him in our honorable company?"
The company responded with growls and many men shouting, "No!" Their anger didn't intimidate me. I was in the right and didn't need to fear any immediate violence from them. The code of conduct amongst the mech companies would prevent anyone from hurting me, for now. Instead, they would just exile me from the city to roam the wastes. People survived out there, but just barely.
Mitchell let the growls and yells settle down before speaking again. "It is decided. Rex Waters, you will be exiled in the heat of the day tomorrow." He pointed to two men who grabbed my arms. "You two take him to his quarters and lock him in. Stand guard until someone relieves you."
I considered fighting, but I quickly dismissed the idea. The entirety of the mech company surrounded me and I would be quickly overwhelmed. They would hurt me, if I started a fight. I needed to bide my time for an opportunity to escape to present itself.
The men guided me back to my quarters. Without a word, they pushed me inside. One of them pulled a pistol out and held me in the corner while the other ransacked my quarters. Further hope fled as they found my service pistol and the two backups I had hidden. Smiling at me, they pocketed my guns and left the room. I heard the door lock. "At least they didn't take what little money I have," I said to myself.
Knowing that I would need as much rest as I could get, I laid down on my bed. I must have fallen asleep, as I was awoken by voices in the hallway outside of my room. I quietly crept close to the door and listened.
"...come to relieve you," one of the voices said. I recognized the voice of Sergeant Clost, the left gunner of the mech I commanded.
"I doubt the general would send two of Waters' subordinates to relieve us. Go away before we lock you up with your former commander," one of the guards replied.
Corporal Winters, my right gunner, laughed. "That bastard is getting what he deserves. We said as much to the general when he offered us the opportunity to push the traitor out of the gates tomorrow."
Clost chimed in, "I look forward to pushing that backstabber out into the wastes."
The four of them laughed for a moment. The same guard said, "Welch, you wait here with Clost. I'll go with Winters to verify that they're legit."
I heard some footsteps, then what sounded like a scuffle and two loud thumps. A moment later, the door opened. I saw Winters standing there smiling at me and the bodies of the guards lying in the hallway.
"Move over, Colonel," Winters said, "we need to hide these two before anyone else comes to join them in their fate."
I sidled over so that Winters and Clost could drag the guards into my quarters. Clost said, "I don't envy the headaches these two will have in the morning."
Winters laughed and added, "Not to mention the beating they'll get from the general when he finds out about this."
They dropped the bodies unceremoniously on the floor, turned to me and saluted sharply. I smiled for the first time since my confrontation with General Mitchell. Returning the salute, I said, "So, you're looking forward to pushing me out of the gates?"
The two exchanged amused glances. Clost said, "The general did offer us that chance, sir."
Winters remarked, "And we did tell him that. I wish we could see the look on his face when he figures out what happened."
I smiled back at them and said, "Do you two have a plan, or do I have to do everything around here?"
They chuckled. Winters said, "You are the commanding officer, sir. We're just a couple of grunts following our commander into battle. What are your orders, sir?"
I retrieved my weapons from the guards. Once that was done, I said, "Let's go get our mech and show the general how strong our convictions are. If the general thinks I'm going let him overthrow the civilian government of the city, he has another think coming."
We raced towards the armory where the mechs were stored. Since it was night, we didn't run into anyone in the halls and the armory was deserted. We stopped in front of my mech and I was surprised at how relieved I was to see it. A mech soldier spends most of his time in his mech. It was like home to me and I hadn't known if I would see it again.
We mounted up as quickly as possible, but someone came in as we were finishing our pre-mission checklist. Winters quickly aimed the right arm of the mech and fired one 50 caliber round. The man's torso exploded into red mist as the round tore through him.
"Well, so much for secrecy," I said as I got the mech moving. "We'll have company soon, gents, let's get out of here."
I ran the mech through the armory doors and into the same courtyard where I had been condemned earlier. Clost aimed his arm of the mech back towards the armory and launched a few missiles into the building. We cheered as I directed the mech to jump the wall of the compound to the sounds of secondary explosions. The excitement of fighting for a just cause was a welcome change to our previous role of oppressing the people of the city we were supposed to protect.