2 | Chapter One |

When I arrived at the camp I only saw the instructions that was given to me. Without assistance from the chairman I instantly went on the files department floor, sections 3 and 4 respectively, to get the mission documents. This diplomatic relations should be vocal to both parties and I need to prepare myself for sudden interruptions. The task is wicked.

I grabbed five envelopes covered in black stockings, and put everything inside my mission case. I'll read everything on the road, because the barracks is just the second military base that I will need to pass through. I still have three more camps to pass to get to the main base and move straight to the field appointed by the head's office.

The weapons will be ready when I get to the main camp. But getting there will be in a span of driving for 23 hours and 15 minutes. I exited the building and wore my gloves.

"It's time to hit the road"

I got into my car, wondering when will I comeback to this base with a smile on my face saying I've accomplished the mission.

I restarted the engine and checked my watch.

Probably at this time my backup teams were already on their way to the main base. Happy that I'm late and not with them. Must be because I'm too strict and dutiful that they can't usually pull a joke about anything. And maybe the reason is because they're afraid of getting close to me with the knowledge that my parents are both part of the military council.

When I was younger, my father sent me to the military school camp1A+ because I was different from the kids around my age. I was the youngest military sit-in student at the age of six. Most kids there would be twelve or thirteen. While military school campB- were intended for teens who wanted to go to military, they weren't anything special, just had the qualifications of a young soldier.

The life of a soldier isn't as easy as seeing those meritorious people who have been awarded for their service in the country. The dream of becoming one is as hard as almost dying for the up "hell" military training. While war alone is like venturing the graveyard of death, seeing your mates die one by one without mercy nor goodbye.

At the age of eight, I was officially enrolled as a student belonging to the top section. We majored in weapons, fielding, defense and intellectual war planning. My parents showed no remorse when I was in battle, and every victory won was made known to all higher ups. That's till I turned legal, my very first mission was distributed and accomplished in advanced time that earned me respect, but that also made me lose my friends.

The higher ups put me in advanced trainings, all with the supervision of the elder generals. It took me four years to complete, till the next mission was given. Every merit that I earned, I would celebrate it with the elders. To my disappointment, my parents only remind me again and again that I don't need friends, because I'm special.

With thoughts of the past, I drove to the next camp.