Young Girls, Their Guns And Commander Chapter 13

Treat

"Commander, it seems you will not have the chance to enjoy a freshly made m.u.f.fin with me," said Springfield, as she served me a piping hot m.u.f.fin. She already had her rifle strapped to her back.

Because humanoids weren't permitted entry into the commander's underground office, Springfield had to wait for me upstairs. I took the m.u.f.fin and smiled helplessly: "Thank you, Springfield. While I won't have the chance now, I think I'll have a chance later."

"Indeed. I am looking forward to that day," replied Springfield, adding a bow.

Springfield qualified as a perfect humanoid both on and off the battlefield. I s.p.a.ced out as I watched her turn around. For a moment, I had an illusion. I imagined her as a human as opposed to a combat humanoid. I imagined her to be a cute, mischievous, composed and reliable soldier. Her back wasn't wide. Quite to the contrary, she looked pet.i.te and fragile. I felt as though the wind would steal her if I looked away for a second… With every step she took, her flaxen hair swayed along.

"Is she communicating with me or bidding me farewell?" I wondered.

"Springfield," I instinctively called out despite not knowing why I shouted.

"Yes, Commander," responded Springfield, turning around to look at me with a smile.

"Mm… nothing. Stay safe… all of you."

I paused for a second after. Springfield's gaze on me was akin to a laser beam that heated up my face. I didn't know what happened; all I could do was ramble useless dialogue. I hastily spun around and returned to my office. The reinforced concrete office was where I protected my emotions. I was safe in there, as Springfield wasn't allowed in.

Springfield stood in place and gently touched her face. In a soft voice, she repeated, "Stay… safe…?"

Her emotion when she repeated the question was ambiguous. She turned around quicker than before.

"M4A1…?"

I silently examined the battlefield map from my chair. Another Sangvis Ferri humanoid was also searching for M4A1. Their humanoid already had several encounters with Griffon's search team. I didn't know much about the humanoid except that the humanoid was frighteningly formidable and surpa.s.sed Scarecrow in combat. Griffon sent me another elite group of humanoids as reinforcements.

"What shall my approach be this time?" I pondered. "Sangvis Ferri and Griffon's elites are vastly different. In saying that, they both need a command hub to coordinate their actions. Do they have humans? Who gives orders to their command centre?"

The mission's aim was to crush Sangvis Ferri's central command structure, specifically the humanoid codenamed "Executioner” and its operation. Next was defeating Executioner and locating M4A1. Surprisingly, the mission felt familiar. Our last mission was the same nature except that our last opponents were drunken rioters. Since M4A1 was always being hunted, I gathered she was a.s.signed secret missions.

"Commander, we have arrived at our destination and are on standby."

"Copy that."

I sat straight up and surveyed the map of the battlefields. I drew a line on it with my finger. I solemnly gave my orders: "We're sticking to the same formation. The reinforcements will scout the place M4A1 might be at. I'll employ the satellites to help you avoid clas.h.i.+ng with Executioner. WA2000, you lead the team to their command centre."

"Roger," replied WA2000, nodding.

I had a feeling that WA2000 wasn't happy. Springfield furtively started a call while I s.p.a.ced out. Quietly, she asked, "Commander, WA2000 is not in a good mood. Do you know the reason?'

"Mm… I can tell she's not in a good mood… I don't know why, nevertheless…"

"Simple. Because you have rarely been around her recently. WA2000 is different to us. It might have to do with her being a new elite humanoid, but she needs something unnecessary, namely approval. It's pointless to humanoids, but it's very important to WA2000. For that reason, you must give her a reward when she gets back."

"Oh, sorry, I'm still new to the commander gig. What does WA2000 like, though?"

"Mm… Don't tell anyone else, and don't let WA2000 know. Her favourite is chocolate ice-cream. If you have time, prepare some for her. Springfield over and out."

Umm… I plead ignorance. I sat there and thought, "Humanoids are humans, aren't they? Why do they need acknowledgement and encouragement? I know encouragement is incredibly important for human soldiers' morale, but humanoids need morale now? One of the biggest advantages of using humanoids over humans is the lack of need for morale considerations. They maintain peak performance under all circ.u.mstances. Why did Griffon forsake the best advantage humanoids have? Aren't war weapons supposed to prioritise effectiveness?"

I switched headphones and said, "Miss Kalina, I know this might be a tall order, but I'd like to ask you to find me some ice-cream. It'd be best if you get some of every flavour. Mm, just store them for now… thank you."

"Oh, I will put in a request for them. It is rather sudden, but I will do what I can."

"Thank you, Miss Kalina."

"Can I have an ice-cream?" asked Kalina.

"Of course…"

I rubbed my head. G.o.d forbid I comprehended how Griffon worked. They were a security company that employed humanoids, yet their humanoids replicated humans. I suddenly thought of Springfield, her flaxen long hair and gentle smile. I didn't know why I thought of her…

"Could it be due to the smell of the m.u.f.fins?" I asked myself.

I picked up a piece of the m.u.f.fin and ate it. It would've been perfect if I had a cup of coffee from her. Anyway, it wasn't time to be kicking back.

"M4A1, I'm coming to your rescue again."