Truth4Sanity

It was all so sudden, really. Hiro got into serious trouble this time. He usually managed to get away, maybe with a few punches and cuts thrown in. But never had he been hunted down. And never had his brother been the target. But there it was, three individuals dressed in chic black clothes and playing with knives and guns as they circled the Hamada brothers. Before a single cut was made one of the men made a coughing sound and all three snapped to attention as if soldiers who spotted an admiral. That 'admiral' had been you. It turned out you were rather famous in the robot fights, being the crowned 'queen' of that particular underground ma

"Must be nice to work all over the city." Comes a small smile and Amon just looks then slowly smiles back with a brief chuckle. And Arima mentally noted your skills at psychoanalyses. To be able to look at a man who lost his subordinate to a ghoul and make him smile. Maybe it was a reminder of the good in life, or just having a young women smile at him, look so open and friendly when she was anything but. Arima knew you carried a gun and your aim was fairly good. You may have had a desk job, but you were a strategist above all else. You could play a very dangerous game if you wanted to. The fact you were young meant nothing. Just that he was

"Your type," Lloyd repeats, his hands on your hips as he helps you balance on the metal scaffolding against his newest robotic weapon. A few days ago he showed you how to properly attach and alter some wires, and he finds your fingers nimbler and quicker than his. So instead of doing the painfully slow work himself, or observing a standard enlisted mechanical engineer, he would rather get you to do it. "Clarify," you demand, finding a new wire and trying to mentally figure out where it has to go as you mostly ignore Lloyd. Ignore his hands on your hips, his voice, the way he was supporting you up high enough that a fall would cause serious a

1~~~~ "It's raining." Raines looks up at the soft voice because it's different than usual. It's not some status update or information about the movement of troops. It's a simple observation, a comment, and the first one Raines has heard from you since you started working with him. "Yes, it is." He lies, and he sees the tears down your cheeks and the tablet in your hands which are shaking. So it was finally agreed upon by Sanctum, the Purge was going to start. And he takes your tablet so it won't fall in your hesitant grip, and he looks the other way, giving you what privacy he can. He never should have. He should have been quicker, but your

The screens went black, and Desmond's eyes glided open, his mind blurry and memories swirling, feeling like a computer whose power cable was just yanked out, but there was still enough power in the system for it to spiral into brief panic. "Did the generators blow-?" The screens began flashing white, then went black again, white words now flashing on screen with a happy smile. "You have been hacked!" "Who's that?" Someone asks as if it was obvious, and apparently it was since Shaun was already on his phone and calling someone. "What did I miss this time? Our anniversary or your birthday?" Shaun asks, trying to keep his voice too low for th

You watched him for a moment. Watched his vivid blue eyes beneath his glasses move as he read the pages before him. Watched one hand hold up his chin as his face was set in an almost disapproving look. He was leaning forward slightly and he eventually looked up at you. You watched his silver hair have a slight shine as the light from car headlights passed through the glass windows. It was about eleven at night, almost midnight, and you had wanted to finish your paperwork since tomorrow was a day the both of you had off. "Can I help you with something?" The annoyance is clear and you raise an eyebrow slightly. "Is this not my office?" You ask

"Two weeks vacation," you say, putting down a paper before Raines's desk. He glances at it then sighs. "I got mine starting in five days. We messed up our timing- again." "Hey, it's not my fault your higher ups aren't as nice as mine." "It's not exactly my fault either." "Poor baby, the Brigadier General has too many bosses." "It's that your division has essentially none. You're all left to roam like a bunch of cats!" "Not true. We have annual reports." "I have daily reports." And you give a small laugh, as if reminding him that what's he got for joining the military.