The Reality Of It All | BSD | (Reader Insert)

The Revolution

"Thank you sir."

As I was about to step out of the door, a high toot noise came from the man.

"Sorry, sorry. It must be from the wine and food during the meeting." The man let out a belly laugh while rubbing the back of his neck.

'Eesh. How disgusting.'

The door closed behind me as I went into my office. I'm already tired with the security. No intruder ever enters the military base after seeing our strength. But likewise, it's for extra precaution.

It felt almost out of place to be away from my desk over sixteen hours. I would always plan ahead on my calendar, but I won't be touching it in maybe weeks. I sat on my wheelchair and gazed at the red marking I made. The desk didn't welcome me with the unfinished documents I was closed to finishing.

For once, there was nothing to do. I could go visit the creek, but I need extra protection if I'm putting myself out in the opening.

I stood up and went to the wall with weapons on their pegs. I took a Glock 45 model and a sheath with its katana with it's handle meticulously carved with floral designs in gold. I removed the hand-shift to see if the bullets were loaded before sliding it into my belt along with the katana.

I left the office and exited the building. The sky was the same ocean color as yesterday. I went in the direction the creek was located.

Upon my arrival, the exquisite place remained untouched. I sat in my usual spot and let the cool water relax me.

Some water splashed on my boots reminding me of the feeling of nature. Birds in the background chipped and sqwaked behind trees. My eyelids easily droopped shut.

The longer I meditated, the easier it was to stay seated in the cobblestone before the silence was stabbed by quick beeping in between each interval.

I used two fingers to enable the call.

"Y/N, Francis is here."

"I'm on my way." I clicked off the earpiece and stood. There goes my morning.

Putting all my weight into both feet, I ran out of the creek and in fifteen seconds was at the government HQ.

The person on the security camera made no hesitation to let me in.

The main commons room was a lot similar to us. There were more desks, tables, and chairs. And right in the center was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald taking with Ango, Santoka, and other Special Division members.

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting something too important."

Everyone looked at. If Francis was bored, he showed genuine excitement.

"Ah, hello! You must be what Ango was talking about. Was it... (Wrong first name)?"

"It's Y/N."

He snapped his fingers. "Ah yes, you. I heard you're apart of the police force and the Hunting Dogs. A true milestone, is it not?"

"I don't do well with flattery so enough sugar coating words, yeah?"

"Of course, this isn't the only meeting I'm saving for."

My face puzzled. "This isn't? Then who else are you going to talk to?"

The man's face turned gleeful. "Why, I'm visiting my old friend, Mr. Fuku..."

Ango intervened by clearing his throat then fixing his suit.

"It's Fukuzawa sir."

"Yeah! That old geezer!"