The Chronicles of X.

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815 AS.

They walked into the ornate hall where the meeting was supposed to take place. It was rather dark. The reason was yet to be discussed and Anderson was itching to get back on the grid.

Anderson sat down at the seat in front of the Admiral's desk. Turner sat in the seat beside her. There was at least three metres of table between them and the Admiral as well as two bodyguards standing diagonally behind the Admiral, twenty five metres away from the desk.

"Congratulations on your promotion." The voice of the Admiral tried to be as warm as possible, but it still sounded serious, like it was all business and no play. It also echoed around the hall. He had seen too much in his years. "You have also been re-assigned of course."

"Re-assigned?" Turner questioned out of shock, before realising he has spoken out of turn. "Sorry Sir."

"Yes, James, re-assigned. You have been promoted after all." X continued. "Commodore Anderson, a new prototype reconnaissance vessel will come under your command, and Commander Turner here will be your second in command."

He spoke as if everything was already taken care of, and it was. "Your crew has already been selected, with a few exceptions. We will have people to fill these positions of course, and you need not worry about them."

X then sighed.

"Sir?" Anderson questioned knowing a big bombshell was going to come out of it.

"You were both selected for your special operations training and command training. Other members of the crew were selected because they are the best at what they do as well." X began to explain. "That is because you need to be the best of the best at what you do."

X sighed again, rubbing his temples and then running his hand through his hair. He realised he was not making much sense.

"Your orders are quite simple. Wipe out any infected units, specifically, units within The Order itself. You are authorised to kill anyone that may pose a threat to The Order. Even me." X said the last two words with a solemn face, then his face relaxed as if in defeat. "We are crumbling from within, more and more of the infected try to infiltrate us, and sooner or later, if not already, they will succeed. At this point in time, and from now on, you answer to no-one."

Turner's face looked as if he had just found a nomad in his shoe. Anderson's face looked as if she was trapped under a boulder. X's face looked as if he had shot two of his men. However, another man had entered the hall quietly whilst Anderson's orders were being given, and he was smiling.

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