"You've been taught that the truth is easy to hide." I growl at Bradley as we fight. "just like a human...but the truth is easy to see if you look..."
"Just like a human, you say? Why is THAT!?" he attacks me with the sword and I fade to the left, easily avoiding him.
"Simple." I reply, ducking his sword with my hands casually behind my back. "Tell me, Bradley, was there any point in time in your life you actually told the truth?"
"Why aren't you fighting back?!" he snaps, thrusting is sword at me again and I leap over it and over him, landing on the other side of him.
"Why are you avoiding the question, Bradley?"
Needless to say, I never did get an answer. The moral is that the truth will always reveal itself...no matter how well you think you lied...the questions that have no answers...you can lie your way through them, but in the end it's all the same. Life is full of bull shit and you have to be able to detect and avoid it at all cost. What exactly do you want me to be, Bradley....? Another mindless drown, I suppose? I refuse...
Phase 2...Mustang "kidnaps" Bradley's wife, knowing the rest of the military would be ordered to keep him alive and kill the rest...he was needed for "Father's" plan, but the rest were useless to him, so they could be killed. That went just as we planned, and we announced it along with Bradley's fall and presumed death on a radio station we invaded. We knew he wasn't actually dead...but it would be likely if he was human, which everyone assumed he was. Only a few of us know Humunculii are real, so only a few of us know his true identity. That was actually helpful...because then we had Martel tell what actually happened at Ishval...
Of course, that made the military call the station and they pretended to be hostages...while we went for a trip to Central. In this case, we were playing the part of the special opps. This made things very interesting...we used the tunnel Sloth dug and made places off of it. Not only did it disturb the circle but it gave us access to the entire country...
"And as you all sit free and well, another soldier had to yell 'tell my wife and children I love them!' in his last breath. And everyone turned a blind eye to it!" Martel says with force on the radio. She's speaking from the heart...something no one has done for a long while. "Sometimes....sometimes the only thing that kept them alive was the thought of family...and that wasn't enough...it was just another night in Hell...and another child that wouldn't live to another day...can you imagine being a mother, father, grandmother, even just a friend....having to know that...but no one...NO ONE HAD THE GUTS TO SAY ANYTHING TO STOP IT!!! Everyone was pointin' fingers instead of accepting that they, to, were to blame! Someone once told me that if you can stand the pain then you can withstand anything...but then why is the truth the one thing most people can't stand up to?"
Breaking into the military base was easy with the Armstrongs there. It was obvious they were listening to the radio. And hey...they had to...it was threatening to them...however, Olivier had clearly taken control here.
"Are all the mannequin soldiers down and out?" Cylon asks.
"I only wish..." Alex replies. "but we did get them all in one room, like you asked."
"Perfect..." I smirk slightly. Me and Cylon make eye contact, nod, and look at them.
"Take us to the room." We say at the same time. They both look confused.
"What do you plan on doing there?" Olivier asks.
"We're going to kill them, isn't it obvious...?" I reply.
"All of our people couldn't kill them and you think you two kids can?" Alex asks.
"KIDS!?" I snap.