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Gears of War: Hidden Desires

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The rain poured down heavily against the roof of the COG headquarters, their patters can be heard from the people inside who were mutter amongst themselves. On the far side of the room was a computer with a woman who was typing furiously. Trying her hardest not to get distracted from the commotion coming from the group of men. "What do you mean by the Queen knowing your father?" Asked the one man in a faded hat. His eyes were hung down from the sleep bags beneath them, lack of sleep was common in the army. "Anya, any news from the other squad?" he asked, his voice full of authority.

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The rain poured down heavily against the roof of the COG headquarters, their patters can be heard from the people inside who were mutter amongst themselves. On the far side of the room was a computer with a woman who was typing furiously. Trying her hardest not to get distracted from the commotion coming from the group of men. "What do you mean by the Queen knowing your father?" Asked the one man in a faded hat. His eyes were hung down from the sleep bags beneath them, lack of sleep was common in the army. "I mean that she mentioned him," the other replied irritably "how she knows him is beyond my knowledge." The first man sighed and rubbed his forehead in deep thought, he turned to the woman who was still sat at the rusty computer. "Anya, any news from the other squad?" he asked, his voice full of authority. "Negative sir," she responded "not a word since this morning's battle." The man sighed again, it looked like the squads must've been ambushed or something, normally they would call in every half an hour or so. He walked away from the group and turned to the desk behind him, he looked around and shuffled a few papers. He turned around and handed them to the grizzly sergeant. "Looks like you and your men are going to have to find that squad, Sergeant Fenix," he told them, "and call in if you do, if not request a pick-up." The sergeant groaned, he was fed up of his squad being the one running after people and doing missions for other squads, it was always Delta this and Delta that, they hadn't had a break since the year previously when he had deployed the Lightmass bomb into the Locust tunnels and bomb the crap out of the monsters. "Fine," he muttered tiredly "but you owe us." "I owe you nothing, Fenix!" "Sir, my men haven't has a break since last year, we had just sunk Jacinto and are running around after people on an island that has never been directly involved with the war." "Well, after you complete a few missions for us," the Colonel said "then maybe we'll consider giving your squad a week off." "Sir, that would be appreciated." The blonde man cut in from behind the sergeant. The Colonel sighed and folded his arms across his chest, "Get to it Fenix."