Chapter.41 Patrick: I Swear......
"The past doesn't matter anymore, remember it or not......" - Patrick Flo
S09 District Command
The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad
Sergeant Patrick Flo
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"Brother Parker, Brother Parker, get up!"
Patrick flipped his body and tried to dodge Jane, but he had to get up when he felt a cold hard object against his head.
Splitting headaches. He struggled to remember what had happened yesterday.
"It's really rare that Brother Parker can actually lie in bed...... Well, it's not surprising, but you're really going too far, ignoring Miss Ben's mission!"
Patrick's nose was now full of strange smells, the smell of chemicals...... Oh, he remembered, there was only one thing he had done yesterday, and that was drinking.
Yesterday, I was supposed to go to the movies with G41, but I met an S09 figure on the way and forcibly took them to a bar. Patrick drank for the first time, didn't understand anything, and drank with them from morning to night, and now he feels extremely stupid when he thinks about it.
What does that AK47 figure mean?
"Comrade, let's have a drink together! What's so good about the movie, it's better to drink! The commander has given the order, we must treat you well! So, comrade, come on!"
There are quite a few humanoids in the bar, such as MK48, OTS-14, Makarov...... None of this matters, the point is that he actually missed the appointment.
"Strange...... What about G41?" Patrick glanced at the bed next door. G41 slept next door to him the night before, and she had woken up Patrick in the morning, and it should have been the same last night. Today, however, the next bed was empty, and G41 didn't know where to go.
"She must be mad at you, Brother Parker. β
"Angry with me?"
"Yes, it must be so! The little guy is angry and will avoid you, you should apologize to her, and then ask her out to watch a movie, and complete my mission." β
Patrick got out of bed without saying a word. He didn't believe what Jane said that G41 would be angry with him, but all he had to do right now was find G41, ask her out, and apologize. However, the command of S09 said that it was not small, and Patrick didn't know where to start for a while.
Following his subconscious, he came to the garden where he usually frequented G41...... It's still called Green Garden, and look around to see if there is a petite humanoid figure. He did find a humanoid, but instead of G41, it was FAL.
"Good morning. FAL GREETED HIM, AND THEY WERE INDEED ACQUAINTANCES.
"Morning, did you see the G41?"
"Nope. Did something happen?"
Patrick told him all the ins and outs.
"It's really rare for this child to leave his master's side...... But don't worry, she must be doing something for you, and she will definitely come back to you. β
"That's right......" Patrick remembered that it was G41 who helped him back to the infirmary after getting drunk last night. However, he didn't know what the G41 was doing for him.
"Then again, what are you doing here?" asked Patrick.
"I didn't do anything," said FAL, "I just looked at my mood and came here." β
This time she wasn't lying.
βFALγ β
"Huh?"
"What do you think is the relationship between me and G41?"
"Want to hear it?"
"Hmm. β
"According to the relationship between ordinary people and human forms, it is generally a master-servant relationship, but you are obviously not like this. FAL PRESSED HIS INDEX FINGER TO HIS CHIN IN THOUGHT, "IT'S A FRIEND, IT SEEMS TO BE A STEP CLOSER, IT'S A LOVER...... It doesn't seem to be at this level, it's a father-daughter relationship...... It's more like a brother and sister, right? β
Patrick sighed and ignored FAL's nonsensical answers. He was about to continue his search for G41 when he found the logistics officer Glina walking towards him.
"Good morning, Patrick. β
"Early. Is there anything wrong with you?"
"I'm looking for you. We've emptied two rooms in the dormitory building and rearranged them to be your guest rooms so you don't have to sleep in the infirmary every day. The commander told me to show you around, so I'm coming to you. β
"yes, I see. Did you see the G41?"
"G41? She's just gone to the commander. It doesn't matter, she'll be satisfied with the room you pick. Glenna then pulled Patrick and walked towards the dormitory building.
They did vacate two rooms that were not small, sunny and with just the right amount of light. Both rooms are equipped with two beds, two wardrobes and a desk, as well as a separate bathroom. It's close to the other girls' rooms, but with a little care, life here should be perfectly fine.
Patrick picked a random room (because it didn't make a difference), told Glena to move things later, and left. He went to the command room, knocked on the door twice, pushed it in, and found the commander at the tactical table.
"Yo, you're here for the G41, right?" the commander stared at the tactical table, moving the analog image from time to time.
"Hmm......" Patrick replied softly, "what is it?"
"Tactical arrangements against Iron Blood," the commander said helplessly, rubbing his eyes, "The war against the Revolutionary Alliance may be over, but Iron Blood is not over, after all, they are the target of Griffin's attack." β
"Need help?"
"Don't bother you, thank you. Let's bear your own fruit. β
"Really? Then I'm leaving. β
"Oh, wait a minute, Patrick. The commander stopped him again.
"What's the matter?"
"G41 went to the park to find you. No matter what she says or what she wants you to do, you have to say yes, understand?"
"Hmm. Patrick scratched his head, a little confused.
Leaving the command room, Patrick returned to the park. G41 was nowhere to be found in the flower garden or under the trees, so he went deeper into the park. New European-style buildings soon surrounded him, and Patrick couldn't help but look up at the stone used in the old Roman court.
A gust of wind blew, and the petals of countless red roses fell down, as if it were a rain of flowers. Patrick didn't understand the season when roses bloomed, but it was certain that the petals were floating down from the tops of these relief-strewn buildings.
He doesn't understand anything.
I don't know how to cry, I don't know how to laugh.
I don't know how to praise with flowery words.
I don't know how to sigh about sad things.
I don't know how to speak.
I don't know how to live.
It seems that he understands nothing but fighting.
Confused, he lowered his head, and his gaze fell on the girl wrapped in a gauzy white dress, with her hands hidden behind her back, and the petals stuck to her hair. Patrick recalls their first encounter, what a critical moment it was; Thinking back to the death fight in the mountains, they almost died that time; I recall every time I went deep into the enemy camp, every moment when I raised my gun. Patrick never knew that he was so sentimental.
"Master?"
"Huh?"
"Can you touch your head?"
"Hmm. Patrick held out his hand. He couldn't feel the touch of his fingertips brushing his hair, and being touched by a cold mechanical prosthetic was definitely not a comfortable experience.
But G41 still said that she liked Patrick touching her head.
"The host ......"
"What's the matter?"
G41 clasped his hands into fists and raised them in front of him: "I want to give you a gift." β
"What gifts?"
She picked up a ring.
"G41, report again, please take me home!"
Patrick blinked.
"Huh?"
"Can you help me put this ring on?"
Patrick picked up the ring and held it in his palm. In fact, if the commander didn't say that, he would have done the same, right? Because he felt that if he didn't do it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
He gently took G41's hand and slowly lifted it, the ring barely aligning with her slender fingers before finally putting it on.
"Is that okay?"
"Hmmm......"
βG41γ β
"Huh?"
"I ...... Let's go to the movies. β
"Hmm!"