Yo? What’s up?”
I can hear the commander answering with stupidly bright tone… That’s right, I believe he’s on vacation, under the pretext of escorting some VIP at Africa. It’s not like you need to go out on the field yourself.
“Your son is removing weeds in the garden. With a powered suit.”
Then the commander gives me “so what?” retorts while laughing. On top of that, he keeps boasting about “my son this, my son that”. Let’s see if he can keep putting that idiotic dad mode after hearing this…
“He’s wearing a military suit to do it. To be precise, the one he’s using is the prototype of 6th-generation Military-Purpose Powered Suit.”
The moment I said that, the commander stops laughing. Then he closed the call, saying he’ll contact his wife. He also ordered me to stop his son were he about to go out to the city, at all cost. What’s with his thought, telling me to stop it by myself? In the face of a war machine, with a body made out of flesh and bones, what could I do to stop that monster?
As I was desperately thinking about that, the child took of his suit. Looks like he got a contact from his mother. As he was walking inside the house, he suddenly stopped. And then…
He stares at my exact position.
My heartbeat almost stopped from the terror.
He usually acts as if he’s a good child, obedient to his mother. But there’s no mistake that he’s the type of person that would unleash a dangerous weapon in his own garden without second thought. What would such a person do were someone was to disturb him?
Am I gonna die here…?
No, I’m using an optical camouflage suit, so I can’t be seen just by naked eyes. There’s no way he could have seen me…
In the first place, there’s no way he could have known that I was reporting to the commander.
But can I really be sure about that? I don’t think so, but…
I can feel the nausea dwelling up in my stomach, as I brainstormed my thoughts out of the best course of action I should take.
That moment, that child took a step closer to me.
My life is done….
I gave up on everything.
But soon afterwards, nothing happened as I slowly open my eyes.
That child walked into the house with his head drooped.
I survived, my chest was pounding hard out of fear, even though I wasn’t even standing on a war frontline.
He was probably trying to intimidate me. But, I was pathetically frightened. Despite all I’ve been through as a member of the UN Special Force…
The child must have thought like this.
“For someone at your caliber, is that all you’ve got?”
But I don’t care.
For now, I’ll continue cherish the feeling of being alive, as I gaze up to the annoyingly bright sky.