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~vVv~
There was an explosion. Panic. Blood. Death. Orders. Shooting. Pain. Capture. Torture. Torture. Torture…TORTURE!
Alfred's eyes shot open. Breathing ragged and muscles stiff.
What was he doing?
He was in bed…in that cheap apartment he could barely afford… so why did something feel so out of place?
Finally his brain registered his position. The blonde was propped on his elbow while his right was outstretched with a gun in his hand. His trigger finger itching to pull back to an enemy that wasn't there…
That's right he wasn't there anymore… that dreadful place.
With a shaky breath he lowered his gun only to find himself cradling it against his chest.
"I'm fine. I'm back in the U.S. In my good ol' hometown called New York. I'm fine. I'm fine." he told himself.
Finally relaxing, Alfred ran his hand through his hair to push back the stray locks that clung to his sweaty face.
"What a night." he sighed "Hey what time is it anyway?"
Looking over to the nightstand next to his bed the digital clock glared back red numbers. 7:45am
"Wait 7:50? It's gonna be 8… why does it sound so important?"
Alfred pondered a moment
"SHIT SHIT SHIT OH SHIT! My job interview!" Forgetting the nightmare completely he shoved the gun into his nightstand.
Really Alfred knew he should be checking in with his shrink about his rude awakening but this job was his last chance to bring in a steady income before he actually went homeless! Rent is overdue and the landlord is going to kill him if he doesn't get this right the first time. I mean one little flashback dream couldn't affect him that much could it? And thus Alfred scurried around his one room apartment to get ready.
~ vVv~
"I do not understand what you are doing Ludwig. I've been your bodyguard in a short time but I have proven to you that there is no need for assistance, da?"
"It's merely a cover up of charity to get society off my back for supposedly being greedy over the profits I have made in this company."
"Charity?" Ivan Branginski could never understand the motives of his German boss. "Ludwig explain to me why I have to share half of my paycheck to some American?" he asked
"Ivan you get more than your fair share of money and what do you spend it all on? Vodka? It will simply make us look good. Relax. Besides I bet you'll enjoy having an underling."
The Russian sat quietly, he gazed around the spacious office. It was at the top of a skyscraper with wall windows that gave a glorious view of the city. A classic desk in the middle, a long counter on the left side of the room that held a coffee maker (even a small fridge and other small things that are pleasant to eat/drink in the morning), and small shelves pushed against the one real wall in the room to hold files or books.
Ivan and Ludwig were in the back sitting in two arm chairs with a coffee table in between. Taking in the view below.
What a bother… He recently just got back on his feet from an accident and Ludwig being his friend helped him to do so. If not for him he'd be doing who knows what. It's only right to give support back to his friend. So what, it was just one American.
"Fine. But what is so charitable about hiring this man?" he asked
Ludwig gave a faint smile. "Not just a man. He is former U.S Marine that just came back from Iraq."
Ivan snorted "So? There are plenty of those these days in this country."
"Well Then we have no problem if you think he's just like any other man."
He lifted an eyebrow. What was Ludwig planning?
~vVv~
There was an explosion. Panic. Blood. Death. Orders. Shooting. Pain. Capture. Torture. Torture. Torture…TORTURE!
Alfred's eyes shot open. Breathing ragged and muscles stiff.
What was he doing?
He was in bed…in that cheap apartment he could barely afford… so why did something feel so out of place?
Finally his brain registered his position. The blonde was propped on his elbow while his right was outstretched with a gun in his hand. His trigger finger itching to pull back to an enemy that wasn't there…
That's right he wasn't there anymore… that dreadful place.
With a shaky breath he lowered his gun only to find himself cradling it against his chest.
"I'm fine. I'm back in the U.S. In my good ol' hometown called New York. I'm fine. I'm fine." he told himself.
Finally relaxing, Alfred ran his hand through his hair to push back the stray locks that clung to his sweaty face.
"What a night." he sighed "Hey what time is it anyway?"
Looking over to the nightstand next to his bed the digital clock glared back red numbers. 7:45am
"Wait 7:50? It's gonna be 8… why does it sound so important?"
Alfred pondered a moment
"SHIT SHIT SHIT OH SHIT! My job interview!" Forgetting the nightmare completely he shoved the gun into his nightstand.
Really Alfred knew he should be checking in with his shrink about his rude awakening but this job was his last chance to bring in a steady income before he actually went homeless! Rent is overdue and the landlord is going to kill him if he doesn't get this right the first time. I mean one little flashback dream couldn't affect him that much could it? And thus Alfred scurried around his one room apartment to get ready.
~ vVv~
"I do not understand what you are doing Ludwig. I've been your bodyguard in a short time but I have proven to you that there is no need for assistance, da?"
"It's merely a cover up of charity to get society off my back for supposedly being greedy over the profits I have made in this company."
"Charity?" Ivan Branginski could never understand the motives of his German boss. "Ludwig explain to me why I have to share half of my paycheck to some American?" he asked
"Ivan you get more than your fair share of money and what do you spend it all on? Vodka? It will simply make us look good. Relax. Besides I bet you'll enjoy having an underling."
The Russian sat quietly, he gazed around the spacious office. It was at the top of a skyscraper with wall windows that gave a glorious view of the city. A classic desk in the middle, a long counter on the left side of the room that held a coffee maker (even a small fridge and other small things that are pleasant to eat/drink in the morning), and small shelves pushed against the one real wall in the room to hold files or books.
Ivan and Ludwig were in the back sitting in two arm chairs with a coffee table in between. Taking in the view below.
What a bother… He recently just got back on his feet from an accident and Ludwig being his friend helped him to do so. If not for him he'd be doing who knows what. It's only right to give support back to his friend. So what, it was just one American.
"Fine. But what is so charitable about hiring this man?" he asked
Ludwig gave a faint smile. "Not just a man. He is former U.S Marine that just came back from Iraq."
Ivan snorted "So? There are plenty of those these days in this country."
"Well Then we have no problem if you think he's just like any other man."
He lifted an eyebrow. What was Ludwig planning?
~vVv~
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HAHAHA don't ask about the reason for this creation. Um I guess this is based off of my life goal to become a shrink for the soliders in real need. I mean you got people disrespecting them and they went through a lot! For us! Nameless people they don't know. Sooo give thanks.
Plus no ones really made the idea and I love Ivan and Alfred love <3
Awesome out!
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Plus no ones really made the idea and I love Ivan and Alfred love <3
Awesome out!
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YESS~~ amazign work!