A common enemy (Private)

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Many days passed in aimless marching through grenade torn forests and scorched fields after Lenart had been separated from his own troops and lost any idea of where he was. There was no way to tell apart the roads, vaguely drawn into the soil, now lined with shell casings produced by gargantuan cannons many of which now stood abandoned. There had been no time to dissemble the artillery pieces as they retreated and now the weapons awaited to be captured by the enemy, either used against them or broken apart and melted down. Lenart was at least certain that he was heading in the right direction, the battlefield told him that much, however it troubled him that he walked for so long and still found no one. At first he'd been glad not to have run into any enemies but now, he would have been thankful even to find them.

 

It was nearly a week after he'd been left stranded in the wasteland that he spotted another living, or better said, intelligent being and without hesitation he approached them, intending to greet them as an ally regardless of the flag they bear as long as they didn't greet him with guns. It was astonishing though how joyful the man was at the sight of Lenart whose identity was revealed by his very appearance and the machinery he was enveloped in. With just a yell from the stranger more appeared and with little effort from the group he was restrained, numerous metallic cuffs with simple, mechanical locks holding his arms together so he could do nothing in offense.

 

He was loaded on a vehicle together with cargo, and from the passing scenery he could make out that he was being driven back in the direction he'd come from, away from his comrades and deep into enemy territory. It would have been easy to escape even with all of the restraints, he only needed to send one of his arms the signal to sever itself from his body. However, he was reluctant to loose a part of himself now that he knew any tools or parts were far in the distance and whatever disability he creates would be an issue for a long while. He was also curious why he was being transported and not just ripped apart like the artillery or simply killed upon being spotted. The situation was too unusual for him to simply run away without even beginning to learn what was going on.

[Cyncii]

It seemed as though it was taking years to find their target, but it had become Louis's lucky day. He'd gotten the message through a scrawny young man who received a call from another one of his subordinates. The commander's gaze remained fixed on the computer before him, cross-legged in his reasonably comfortable black chair.

 

"Is that so? Bring him in, then. In here," he spoke wearily, clicking around for a second or two before resting his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow pressing down on the desk. Louis sounded uninterested, but in all reality he was growing bored and tired by the minute.

 

"A-Are you sure? You don't mean to have this man in your office, d-" the young man stuttered in response, brows furrowed, but was cut off by his superior. "You heard me right, kid. See, I could go down and have a lovely little conversation with him in a cramped cell, but that requires work and effort. I'm a little lazy today. Like I said, bring him here. Keep the security a little on the high end, though," Louis spoke. A little lazy today? The messenger's eyes drifted off to the side, knowing full well that Louis was like this on a regular basis. Saying that he didn't seem to want to put in the slightest amount of effort on the daily was more the way to put it. Still, he followed orders and left Louis behind, seeking out this new prisoner.

 

Narrowing his eyes, Louis began to pull up a couple photos snapped of his true target, Shae, so that he was more than ready to show.. Lenart, was it? Sounded about right. He hated having to wait, having to look at that monster with a pretty little face for God knows how long. This yellow-eyed shit was the force behind all his nightmares, frightening him to no end and having him suffer in his sleep. No, he was behind everyone's nightmares.. on both ends of the war.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Lenart squinted at the bright evening sun as his captors removed the lock and flooded into the already cramped container they'd used to transport him. As the space was illuminated and the unpleasant sting he felt in his eyes lessened he returned his attention to the crates that he'd studied during the trip to pass the time. He didn't pay much attention to the men who worked on tugging him outside, which made their job that much more troublesome.

 

Watching just as curiously the area he'd been brought to, Lenart continued to search for clues to where he was and for what reason he'd been extracted from the battlefield. Unlike the crates, the location gave away some information and answered a few of his questions. He was clearly still behind enemy lines but now no longer in the wasteland that had been created by the war but in a more lively area where the buildings had not yet been battered by air raid and the soil was not charred or cut up.

 

The cyborg wasn't given much time to note everything of importance before he was forced indoors and still restricted, placed into a new prison only for a number of soldiers to return and lead him out shortly after. This time around the men didn't seem to have much patience and forced him to walk quickly enough that the hallways they passed through were little more than a blur. The next time he was given an opportunity to make any observations was upon entering the room that seemed to be his final destination and resembled an office. Curious of the enclose space he'd just been brought into and the man who waited there, Lenart lingered by the door for a moment before taking a few steps closer.