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Enemies Convert To Friends Ch. 9

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Trey was worried. Very worried. Why, you might ask? Ever since he reported to Charlemagne about losing the Rebel children, she was surprisingly calm about it. This bothered Trey to no end, because if there was one thing he knew about Charlemagne, she did not take kindly to failure and was willing to express that in the most soul-crushing way possible. 

"I don't like this one bit," he muttered while pacing around his private quarters. "On top of the Strike Squad going MIA, I lost my only chance at getting information on what the Rebels were planning. I don't know what Charlemagne is going to do to me. And frankly, I don't want to know."

He continued to gripe silently, when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said. The door opened and a STORM soldier walked in. By the look on his face, he was scared stiff. Trey guessed that Charlemagne sent him over.

"Commander Trey, Commandant-Marshall Charlemagne requests to see you," the soldier said while shaking uncontrollably. 

"And by 'request', you mean 'demand', don't you?" he asked. The soldier frantically nodded his head. "Very well. Let her know that I will see her now."

The soldier followed Trey out of his room and towards Charlemagne's quarters. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about this. In fact, deep down he was terrified. He had absolutely no idea what she was going to do him. He wondered if she would leave him walking again. When he finally got to the door, the soldier quickly ran from him, leaving Trey bewildered. He was about to call for him, but was stopped when he felt someone's menacing aura behind him.

"Commander Trey," a voice said to him. The voice was cold, merciless and practically dripping with venom. Trey knew that voice as well as anyone who was with STORM. Against his better judgement, Trey turned around to face the woman he both respected and feared (even show he never showed the latter). "Come in."

"Yes, Ma'am," Trey responded, trying so hard to hide the fear in his tone. He walked into Charlemagne's quarters, quickly viewing each portion of it. There were four white chairs facing each other, auburn walls and a desk with some technological adjustments. Trey stood in front of desk while Charlemagne sat in it.

"Do you know why I have called you here?" she asked him with the same soul-crushing tone from before.

"Is it about the Strike Squad or the Rebels?" he asked her back. Charlemagne got up from her desk and walked towards Trey, only to turn her back on him.

"Actually, now that you brought it up, it is about both," she answered. Trey stopped himself from breathing a well-needed sigh of relief in fear that Charlemagne will bite his head off about it. "I will be straight with you, Trey. I am absolutely bothered by these current events. First that persistent brat Chase Suno and his Team Core-Tech interfere with my plans. Then my Strike Squad, who were trained day after day to deal with them, have suddenly gone MIA. And now, to add insult in injury, Dove and those horrid Rebels of hers swoop in from out of nowhere and I have no idea how to handle it!"

Trey nearly jumped when Charlemagne exploded like that. For a second, he thought she would burst into flames or something. But as much as Trey wanted to believe it, is troubles were far from over as Charlemagne loomed over towards him, giving him a glare so menacing that it could stop a man's bloodstream cold.

"Listen well, Commander," she said in a tone more hair-raising than before. Trey couldn't help but sweat nervously. "By the end of this month, I want that Suno brat and his little band of criminals eliminated, as well as those little Rebel wretches."

"And what of the Strike Squad, Ma'am?" Trey asked, hoping that she won't make any irreversible decisions. But to his unexpected shock, she just scoffed.

"What about them? I hand-picked them myself in the hope that they could succeed where all the others failed, but clearly I have overestimated them. As far as I am concerned, they are of no more use to me," she said with absolutely no regrets. Trey gulped hard. He thought he would never see the day when Charlemagne would cut the Strike Squad loose. He wanted to try and make her reconcider her decision, but that would be concidered suicide. 

"I understand," he said, so desperately trying to not put his foot in his mouth.

"Good. You may leave now."
You know, it's times like this I'm glad I'm not on Charlemagne's bad list. And as for Trey, well, I guess this makes him look like a coward, but at the rate this is going, who can blame him?
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RSBCS's avatar
Yowch! Talk about harsh. Even I didn't expect Miss High and Mighty to ditch the Strike Squad. Reminds me too much of when Ace ditched STORM.

But now, I wonder how this will all play out.