Post by Spade on Jan 15, 2010 17:13:35 GMT -5
Bryce walked through the halls of the Liger, grabbing a glimpse of the scenery outside as he passed by every window. The jungles of South America were starting to become a common sight, leaving the desert-esque landscape behind them with the tattered remains of the Federation border patrol behind them. To his knowledge, the 9th Combined Operations Fleet was now in Guatemala. Upon passing an open bunk room, a voice was heard.
"Private Hollerfelt, a moment of your time please," a soldier called out from his room.
Entering the room, Bryce immediately noticed the rank badge on this soldier's uniform and saluted as he met eye contact with his superior officer.
"I'm Second Lieutenant Paulson. The upper brass sent me to this unit to keep an eye on you all," stated the officer as he got more comfortable in his chair. "At ease, private," he nodded.
Bryce acknowledged the Lieutenant and put up his usual friendly front, "Thank you, Lieutenant. I hope you were pleased with our performance back in Mexico?" Bryce took a seat after Paulson motioned to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.
"It was satisfactory. I was impressed with how you controlled your machine," he calmly responded as he flipped through a clipboard with Bryce's info. "However, your little stunt could have cost the 9th Fleet a great deal. What were you thinking?" Lt. Paulson shook his head as he switched between Bryce's info and the report of the last battle. "I commend your efforts in protecting the Liger, but what if you miscalculated that 'jump' of yours and hit this Gallop head on? Do you realize the damage you could have inflicted with a mobile armor such as the Hildolfr?"
Vicious thoughts tore at Bryce's mind, while hidden behind his smile. Who does this guy think he is? I saved his ass by pulling off that stunt. I didn't see anyone else trying to intercept those missiles. "Sir, I saw the opportunity so I took the chance. If there was really any danger of making contact with the Liger myself, I would not have done that."
Lieutenant Paulson stared at Hollerfelt, not used to a private smiling at him. "I know you are a soldier of the Test Korps, but it doesn't mean you can use our machines in such a way. This is the military, we're at war. We aren't at some monster truck rally! I have right the mind to feed you to dogs for putting our ship in that sort of danger!" he sighed with a shake of his head.
"You're right sir, we are at war. That is the very same reason I performed that outrageous stunt in order to protect an important vessel a part of this fleet. I know the capabilities of the Hildolfr and I knew just as well that it's armor could take the hit from that Fly Mantas missiles," Bryce calmly explained, the smile on his face refusing to fade.
Lt. Paulson kept his eyes locked on Pvt. Hollerfelt, his anger subsiding. Looking back to Bryce's personal file he speaks up again, "It says here before you joined up with Zeon, you were engaging in espionage as a freelancer of some sort? Says you got quite a bit of info for us over the course of your 'employments'..." Paulson stopped for a moment and smirked at the next line he read. "Says here you gave doctored photos of what appeared to be a mobile suit to the Zeon. What do you have to say for yourself, son?"
Those bastards. Are they really going to hold that over my head, again? Bryce shrugged, "Well, I needed the extra cash and I was running out of leads. I thought that with the current suspicion in Side 7, Zeon would take it to heart," he smiled while crossing one leg over the other.
Paulson's eyes moved away from Bryce down to the personal file again. "These so called 'doctored' photos were investigated again after the incident with the Trojan Horse and the White Ghost at Side 7. How come you were able to get a clear shot of something our top soldiers weren't even able to get close to?" The lieutenant inquired as he placed the clipboard on the desk.
Ah, so the Zeon realized how foolish they were to cast aside my work. No wonder I was placed into the Test Korps. I may be more valuable than I thought I was in the first place. "Sir, I've been working as a spy for awhile. I was able to get inside of Federation outposts and compounds with relative ease. Compared to that, getting photographs is a joke," Bryce chuckled some at the current situation.
"If you say so, Private," Paulson said with a sigh, standing from his desk and Hollerfelt following in suit. "I look forward to reporting future success to the brass from you. Keep up the good work and don't let us down. We may have something important for you to do later in the future. Don't let us down, dismissed," Paulson said as he turned around to the cork board that hung on the wall displaying multiple memos.
Bryce saluted the Lieutenant and took his leave from the room. The masked smile turning into a devious smirk, he laughed some to himself. These scrubs really have it coming, now. He isn't here to keep an eye on the fleet, he's here to keep an eye on me. They're afraid I'm going to leak valuable info to the Feds. Well, they should have thought twice about discrediting me. Now, I have the upper hand. Time to raise the curtain on this show...
"Private Hollerfelt, a moment of your time please," a soldier called out from his room.
Entering the room, Bryce immediately noticed the rank badge on this soldier's uniform and saluted as he met eye contact with his superior officer.
"I'm Second Lieutenant Paulson. The upper brass sent me to this unit to keep an eye on you all," stated the officer as he got more comfortable in his chair. "At ease, private," he nodded.
Bryce acknowledged the Lieutenant and put up his usual friendly front, "Thank you, Lieutenant. I hope you were pleased with our performance back in Mexico?" Bryce took a seat after Paulson motioned to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.
"It was satisfactory. I was impressed with how you controlled your machine," he calmly responded as he flipped through a clipboard with Bryce's info. "However, your little stunt could have cost the 9th Fleet a great deal. What were you thinking?" Lt. Paulson shook his head as he switched between Bryce's info and the report of the last battle. "I commend your efforts in protecting the Liger, but what if you miscalculated that 'jump' of yours and hit this Gallop head on? Do you realize the damage you could have inflicted with a mobile armor such as the Hildolfr?"
Vicious thoughts tore at Bryce's mind, while hidden behind his smile. Who does this guy think he is? I saved his ass by pulling off that stunt. I didn't see anyone else trying to intercept those missiles. "Sir, I saw the opportunity so I took the chance. If there was really any danger of making contact with the Liger myself, I would not have done that."
Lieutenant Paulson stared at Hollerfelt, not used to a private smiling at him. "I know you are a soldier of the Test Korps, but it doesn't mean you can use our machines in such a way. This is the military, we're at war. We aren't at some monster truck rally! I have right the mind to feed you to dogs for putting our ship in that sort of danger!" he sighed with a shake of his head.
"You're right sir, we are at war. That is the very same reason I performed that outrageous stunt in order to protect an important vessel a part of this fleet. I know the capabilities of the Hildolfr and I knew just as well that it's armor could take the hit from that Fly Mantas missiles," Bryce calmly explained, the smile on his face refusing to fade.
Lt. Paulson kept his eyes locked on Pvt. Hollerfelt, his anger subsiding. Looking back to Bryce's personal file he speaks up again, "It says here before you joined up with Zeon, you were engaging in espionage as a freelancer of some sort? Says you got quite a bit of info for us over the course of your 'employments'..." Paulson stopped for a moment and smirked at the next line he read. "Says here you gave doctored photos of what appeared to be a mobile suit to the Zeon. What do you have to say for yourself, son?"
Those bastards. Are they really going to hold that over my head, again? Bryce shrugged, "Well, I needed the extra cash and I was running out of leads. I thought that with the current suspicion in Side 7, Zeon would take it to heart," he smiled while crossing one leg over the other.
Paulson's eyes moved away from Bryce down to the personal file again. "These so called 'doctored' photos were investigated again after the incident with the Trojan Horse and the White Ghost at Side 7. How come you were able to get a clear shot of something our top soldiers weren't even able to get close to?" The lieutenant inquired as he placed the clipboard on the desk.
Ah, so the Zeon realized how foolish they were to cast aside my work. No wonder I was placed into the Test Korps. I may be more valuable than I thought I was in the first place. "Sir, I've been working as a spy for awhile. I was able to get inside of Federation outposts and compounds with relative ease. Compared to that, getting photographs is a joke," Bryce chuckled some at the current situation.
"If you say so, Private," Paulson said with a sigh, standing from his desk and Hollerfelt following in suit. "I look forward to reporting future success to the brass from you. Keep up the good work and don't let us down. We may have something important for you to do later in the future. Don't let us down, dismissed," Paulson said as he turned around to the cork board that hung on the wall displaying multiple memos.
Bryce saluted the Lieutenant and took his leave from the room. The masked smile turning into a devious smirk, he laughed some to himself. These scrubs really have it coming, now. He isn't here to keep an eye on the fleet, he's here to keep an eye on me. They're afraid I'm going to leak valuable info to the Feds. Well, they should have thought twice about discrediting me. Now, I have the upper hand. Time to raise the curtain on this show...