"Soldiers have rarely won wars. They more often mop up after the barrage of epidemics.
Vibryo Duponte
“I’m starting to think you’re more of a weapon than I am,” she said with a smile as they made their way out of the kitchen and into the main room. They passed Aria on their way there and Vee opened her mouth to speak a greeting but didn’t have the chance as the petite woman kept walking toward the kitchen without so much as a pause. She shrugged, thinking maybe she had something important to do, as she found a table and placed the plate down upon it. Her face lit up in humor as Chron whined about having to spend the day with her. “Well too baaaaad,” she whined back as she found two chairs and placed them side by side. She took a seat in one and patted the other then waited for him to join her. “You say that like you know for sure,” she stated in reply to his statement about the sniper.
As she and Chron were about to start breakfast she picked up on the sound of something being thrown against a wall. It had come from a different part of the building though to her it was clear as day. It caused her to look around confused for a moment as she held a finger up to Chron, signaling to be quiet for a moment. When she didn’t hear it again she just let it go, thinking it was nothing to worry about. “Sorry, thought I heard something,” she explained as she smiled at Chron. “Now take a seat so I can feed you.” The giggle that came from her was immediately followed by what sounded like a cry of pain. “Okay, now I know I heard that,” she stated as she stood and faced the direction from which it came. Not too long after there was another cry and another sound like something hitting the wall. “Maybe they sent someone who isn't a sniper this time,” she stated as the cheerful flirt that she had going immediately changed into something serious as she removed her shoes and socks. She changed into her true form and gave a low hiss as she made her way toward the back and into the kitchen. At first it seemed as if there were nothing back there but the sounds continued to come from the area. It didn't take her long to realize there was obviously another part of the kitchen that couldn't be seen; more specifically behind a certain shelf. She could have ripped it to shreads as she clawed her way through it, as not even entire walls were able to keep her out when determined, but she would keep things in one piece if it could so be helped. Instead, a low growl like sound trickled from deep within her as she placed a claw on the empty shelf as if to notify Chron that the sounds were coming from beyond it.
The epidemics get the blame for defeat. The Generals get the credit for victory. It ought to be the other way around."
~ Hans Zinsser
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