Chapter 85: Finished Mission Busy Mind
My team sat down on different seats of the craft, some with their weapons and things they took.
I rested my helmet on my lap as i continued breathing, the cold air giving me a sense of relief.
Entering onto the ramp, the 5 people hauled boxes and crates onto it, 2 carrying the still knocked out hostage. The man Stephen spoke to entered the ship, passing us and the cargo, entering through a door to the front.
Time passed by until the last few boxes were taken. Being rested on the very front of the ship's passenger area. Some were torn while others were mostly intact.
the atmosphere felt calming, the rest of the team sat on different parts of the area, some sitting with one another while others sat alone.
Soon, the ramp slowly sealed shut, the quick feeling of weightlessness as the ship started ascending upwards signaled our departure, away from the forest and now headed back home.
In front of me, Thalia handed the entrenchment tools to Stephen and Marcel, sitting back down after.
Soon, after all had settled and nothing to do, boredom followed alongside my relief. Maybe looking at the shovel can alleviate it. One side was serrated while the other was flat. The handle folded in half to make it more easy to carry. Short but reliable, and seems to be a good weapon, maybe i can try this on another mission.
The hostage was nowhere to be seen though, probably brought to the front, what important information did he have anyway aside from maybe locations? More groups affiliated with them? Suppliers? Well, whatever information he had, must be important enough that he was almost brought back and needed a team to recover him. A look at the team, a mix of smiles and faces of relief, particularly Lennox, Mary, and Thalia were happy while looking at the weapons they took. Sebastian did say that was their favorite weapons, wonder what's mine? I thought to myself. Most of the time i just brought a rifle and pistol, guess those 2 are my favorites, hah. My life changed from when i started, my experience and everything else. I reminisced while i rested, thinking of the past me. Back then when i started i just had basic equipment, a new recruit in a room of experienced and probably veterans of the mercenary work. As time went on, from the first supposed kill, the time we got trapped on that ship, to the time i first got these visions when I'm asleep, and the feeling of being taken over by something during fights. So much happened, my teammates are good friends, maybe i should talk to them more during leisure times, i got a glimpse of what they do normally, won't be too bad to learn further. I need to wash my clothes when we get back, a quick glance down and the blood on my legs and arms were dried along with the bandages, now coated with dried blood.
The virus really helped me many times, from wounds to pain, didn't think i would get quick healing, and an ability to see through other huntsmen? Though, even with this ability, i still can't control it right, not to mention that issue with instinct or whatever it really is, lost control a few times before, from the guy at the desert and the one at the tunnel. Probably when i head back i can talk with the doctor or just try to get more control of it by myself.
My mind stopped thinking of other things, suddenly remembering the mines, and the corpse. But the doctor said that what i and the team did will help, so hopefully people of the alliance, people like no longer fall to these insurgents.
I continued thinking, now thinking of the mission itself. No wonder there wasn't much fighting before we got to the target, most of it was when we were driving away. One thought stuck to me, the words that insurgent said when i got dragged. "False revolution" Were they one of the groups the doctor mentioned? A group from the revolution? Must be the case.
"Is your wound healed up now?" Alina's voice asked, turning to the right i didn't notice Alina was seated 2 seats away from me.
"Yeah, looks fully healed now. What about yours?"
"You really do heal fast, and yeah it's getting better thanks for asking. Not fully healed like yours though." She laughed.
"How's that issue with you coughing up blood?" The question came out of my lips almost immediately, my mind just suddenly remembering that memory for some reason.
"I'm surprised you still remember that, but it's still the same. Continuing to try and get it fixed, so far though i'm still gonna continue researching it. If you still remember, i got information from your blood. Still studying it though, though i'm doubtful it can be given to all mercenaries and just heal them fast any time they get shot, it could work better for medicine, might accelerate the Vitalita we give to the injured in the academy, we see a whole lot of people with lost limbs there." She crossed her legs, her weapons and helmet rested on the side.
"So, what are you gonna do when we return?" I asked, earlier i was thinking of knowing my teammates better, and what's better than having conversations with them.
"I guess get something to eat from the cafeteria then go to my lab. What about you?"
"I'll see, maybe wash my clothes first."
"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that. Least the armor protected our chest area, most of our injuries were on the lower forearms to the legs, guess protection is less there, would probably stop pistol rounds, except they were using larger weapons, but hey, compared to what we wore before. These ones feel more protective and mobile, can fit more stuff in here as well."
"Yeah, you are right."
"Mhm, that was a good talk, unfortunately as the team medic i need to keep care for my teammates, i'll just see if the others are doing alright. But good that your wounds are healed Damon." With that Alina stood up, walking to the other members of the team, checking their wounds.
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