Post by David Cortes on Sept 10, 2012 17:05:44 GMT -5
David sat in the corner calmly smoking his cigar. He took slow, even drags, sipping a glass of rum and coke every once in a while. He decided to be comfortable today, wearing his jeans, black boots, his black Marine Force Recon shirt, and his baseball cap with a smiley face. The bill of the hat just covered his eyes, but he could still see every person in the room. What an odd bunch of misfits. It was like being dropped onto the island of unwanted toys with guns and bad attitudes. Was this how the hunters operated? It was so very different from what he had been used to. Since when could the rank and file openly mock their commander like that? I mean holy shit, that blondie straight up called the commander a fuck face. It took all of his willpower to stop from busting out laughing.
Still, he listened intently to everything that was being said, and he wasn't sure what to agree with. The commander made sense, and to be honest just the way the man composed himself was reason alone for David to respect the man. And it's not like what he was saying seemed wrong... But David was having a hard time accepting it. Her death was too fresh. Finally, he spoke.
"Permission to speak sir?" David asked, lifting the bill of his hat and taking the cigar out of his mouth. He stood up, so that he could be heard loud and clear. "I know I'm new here, and not accustomed to your ways yet, and I understand what you're trying to do, but I have to disagree with you on this 'new direction' causing less casualties. We're fighting against creatures who are stronger, faster, and better equipped at hand-to-hand combat than we are. The only way we can fully subdue one of them is through combat such as that. They can blend into the population damn well, and finding one who is hidden and on the hunt is like finding a needle in a stack of needles. It's like dealing with the insurgents back in Iraq, only this time instead of dealing with suicide bombers we're dealing with people who eat people, and can keep going afterwards."
He took a breath, and looked out to the crowd. He felt like a private again. These people had been killing these creatures alot longer than he had. They had years of experience with these things. But he had to say his piece.
"Sir, at the end of the day you're in command... And I'll follow your orders like I have too... But I think what you're asking is a bit ridiculous. The rules of engagement are too damn strict, and alot more innocent people will die instead of 'innoncent' vampires and werewolves." His voice was tinted with sarcasm on the second 'innocent.' "Give us some leeway here sir. I gotta agree with the crazy blonde and Hobbs. Unless you somehow get the bastards to control their own, we need to kill any we see killing, no matter if newly turned or not. I can live with a few 'innocent' monsters on my conscience. I can't live with more innocent humans dead at their hands, when I could have stopped it."
He sat down and took another puff of his cigar. He hoped he hadn't overstepped his bounds as a new hunter.
Still, he listened intently to everything that was being said, and he wasn't sure what to agree with. The commander made sense, and to be honest just the way the man composed himself was reason alone for David to respect the man. And it's not like what he was saying seemed wrong... But David was having a hard time accepting it. Her death was too fresh. Finally, he spoke.
"Permission to speak sir?" David asked, lifting the bill of his hat and taking the cigar out of his mouth. He stood up, so that he could be heard loud and clear. "I know I'm new here, and not accustomed to your ways yet, and I understand what you're trying to do, but I have to disagree with you on this 'new direction' causing less casualties. We're fighting against creatures who are stronger, faster, and better equipped at hand-to-hand combat than we are. The only way we can fully subdue one of them is through combat such as that. They can blend into the population damn well, and finding one who is hidden and on the hunt is like finding a needle in a stack of needles. It's like dealing with the insurgents back in Iraq, only this time instead of dealing with suicide bombers we're dealing with people who eat people, and can keep going afterwards."
He took a breath, and looked out to the crowd. He felt like a private again. These people had been killing these creatures alot longer than he had. They had years of experience with these things. But he had to say his piece.
"Sir, at the end of the day you're in command... And I'll follow your orders like I have too... But I think what you're asking is a bit ridiculous. The rules of engagement are too damn strict, and alot more innocent people will die instead of 'innoncent' vampires and werewolves." His voice was tinted with sarcasm on the second 'innocent.' "Give us some leeway here sir. I gotta agree with the crazy blonde and Hobbs. Unless you somehow get the bastards to control their own, we need to kill any we see killing, no matter if newly turned or not. I can live with a few 'innocent' monsters on my conscience. I can't live with more innocent humans dead at their hands, when I could have stopped it."
He sat down and took another puff of his cigar. He hoped he hadn't overstepped his bounds as a new hunter.
