Head Quarters

[Gamaen]

(hope you don't mind if I post this here)

Zell woke up in a bed, something so strange to him, he hadn't slept in a bed since he left HQ four weeks ago. It had always been the floor wrapped up in camouflage blankets. He felt tired, mostly because he had been unconscious for nearly twenty four hours. He wasn't used to being asleep that long, he had always had three hour increments of sleep then five hours of patrol or movement. He did this so that he wouldn't get caught asleep and also so he got nine hours of sleep in a twenty four hour period.

Where am I?

Zell looked around, he seemed to be in a holding cell. Four concrete walls surrounded him, the only light source was a small window near the roof and some fluorescent lighting from a small window in a steel door on the far side of the room. All of his gear was gone, and all he was wearing were his paints and undershirt. Even the knife he kept hidden on the inside of his pants was gone, he felt helpless. His back ached, and most movement caused pain. With the adrenaline out of his system Zell felt every puncture and bruise. He examined himself and decided that he was fit to stand. As he did, scabbed skin on his back cracked, he paused and ever more carefully moved towards the window. Outside he saw soldiers everywhere, mostly enjoying themselves with card games, food, sports, or simply listening to the radio. DMW flags and badges were everywhere. He was in the DMW head quarters. He heard a flat metallic sound behind him, like a lock being undone. Two armed guards walked into the room.

"Good, he's awake. Go find Corporal Valkyr, he'll want to talk to the PMC."

Both guards left and closed the door, the last one eyed Zell suspicously. Just before the door completely closed Zell attempted to dash out, but stitches ripped on his back and he collapsed in pain. After the pain subsided, Zell got to his bed and used it as support to get raise himself up enough to roll over onto it and then sit up.

Now what am I going to do? I'm in the DMW HQ and probably awaiting interrogation and execution.

[Jesse]

Reith! He's awake. Seems like he isn't much different then you in a sense. He won't sit still and keeps straining himself.

*Reith shook his head. They didn't know the half of it. Reith had been thinking since they got into the medivac about the way things would be if thier situation was reversed. He would have done the same.*

*He got up and began to move towards the holding cell. He unlocked the door and moved into it, watching Zell closly. He leaned against the wall and slid down into a sitting position. Not letting his eyes leave Zell he reached to his leg for his canteen he his in one of his pouches. He held it up to Zell.*

: Thirsty? It's not water and it's not poisoned. It's from my little stash I keep for days like this where things just aren't adding up. Like why you chose not to kill me and instead kept me around even knowing I wouldn't talk.:

He tossed Zell the canteen and smiled.

Sip, don't take a swig. Because of all the patrols and the regulations the superiors set up that shit is hard to get into the base even for me. So don't waste it. Don't worry, your not a DMW prisoner. Your a guest here and are free to leave once your healed if you so choose. You will be blindfolded and have your ears plugged so as not to give our home away. But for now I just have one thing to ask...What do you fight for?

[Gamaen]

Zell caught the canteen, he opened it and peeked inside. He shrugged and took a sip of it, the drink graciously warmed his throat as it went down. He suppressed a grin as he handed the canteen back to Reith. He didn't answer Reith right away, he really didn't want to. Zell thought of how he could kill Reith and try to escape but it wouldn't accomplish much more than to kill him sooner.

"Not a prisoner, eh? Maybe I got confused with the steel walls and the armed guards."

Zell made a slight chuckle.

"I fight for money, what else would you expect a PMC to fight for? Family? We have none but our squad mates. Land? We can just take land, or buy it after we're done fighting. Power? The world can burn for all that I care, world leaders are more corrupt than I am. There's no point in having all that power when you have responsibility for more people than yourself.

Truth be told, none of the PMC know what they fight for. Money is the cover up, the real motive remains hidden from sight. Some are vengeful spirits, and some just want to see the world burn, and be responsible for it."

Zell paused as he started to slink back into speaking German instead of English.

"I fight so that I can lead a better life, and if killing people and warring against nations gets me closer to that goal then so be it. As long as when I get to the end of my life, I can be finally happy."

He glanced over at Reith one more time.

"That is it. Plain and simple.

What about you?"