Freshly inspired. From old events mixed with current events and new events. Stuff I see and stuff I guess. No explanation required and none given anyway. And thanks Henry for the support.
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'Alright then, that's that. You'll be alright from here. If there's anything just call alright?' He says dusting his hands.

'Thanks for the help kay? I would never have gotten anything done without you.' She reciprocates. 'I'll make it up to you when I can.'

'Don't mention it. And don't bother lah it was a fun piece of work for me too.' He says while donning a golden mask which has no expression. A pneumatic hiss sounds when he locks it on completely.

'Hey...' she waves a hand at waist level to catch it in his vision.

'Yeah?' he does up his collar and dons his gloves as words green flicker across his vision in a HUD fashion.

Freedom
Acute sensory
Control device
External connection

FACE ONLINE

Body armor pressure leak. Inspect at camp.

GEARS running at 80% capacity.

Vital signs are stable. Bleeding detected. Check upon return to camp.

Battery 19 hours remaining.

The rest of the readout is just a report of his missing hardware and used up supplies. He already knows anyway how much he's spent and replaces the spent items from a case resting on the white linen sheets of this fancy room.

'How are things with you and her?'

He pauses for less than a second and pulls out a knife from the case with excessive fervor. Barely noticeable the hopes. And loads it into his jacket. But yet he doesn't turn around and keeps loading. As if to hide any emotion that may show on his face. But the mask is on anyway.

'I guess it's not good?'

'I'm just a friend.' comes his reply.

'You know...There are other women who can't stop thinking about you...You're just such a great guy. She doesn't know what she's missing out on.'

'There's nothing between us.'

'You're just always so kind and helpful not to mention you're fairly good looking inheriting that long line of genetics. Smart, resourceful and such a gentleman.'

She nods in the direction of the cases laid out on his bed.

'Hahaha I just enjoy doing it you know?'

'And you're humble too.'

Damn her. Why does she have to know? Why does she have to ask?...

'I've seen you doing stuff for her. Constantly improving and yanking more out of yourself to lay on the table. She's already received such rare stuff from you. All the kindness you don't share.'

'She's just a good friend. You could call her a best friend if you will.'

'C'mon don't try to lie. I'm just like you, a living, breathing lie detector. But then again everything is about as obvious as the Sun in the sky on a clear day.'

'I'm not lying. I just told you we're friends.' He pulls out his guns and dunks the cartridges in another case. He replaces the discarded cartridges with new ones from the new case.

'Condition report.' he whispers it out. And he reads the conditions of his guns from the mask HUD again.

'I've seen the way you look at her. With such a longing look at her in your eyes. You're also always so happy with her.'

He touches the mask with his right hand adjusting it slightly.

'Don't you hear me? I'll make this blunt. And straight forward because I can't keep you here all night.' She folds her arms across her chest.

'You're wasting your ****ing time. If she's not interested you should just pursue other avenues. There's so many choices. So many of them waiting for you to just accept their dinner invitations.'

He turns to gaze at her. But it's impossible to tell his expression. Because he's got the mask on. But then again his body language voices a reply with a shrug.

She walks nearer to him.

'Don't you see?'

And she's a few feet away now. She stops.

'I can tell you she's not interested. And she's also hinting otherwise. You've just got no hope.'

'I didn't ask for an opinion Dr Freud. So stop giving me a psychoanalytical examination of her personality and her choices.' He closes a case. And clamps it shut with 2 soft clinical clicks.

'Please I don't want to see you hurt yourself anymore...I just want to see you happy again...I know your heart is bleeding most of all...Just let go. Please and look around you...' her voice is almost pleading.

He gathers his cases and bags in silence.

'You're just under appreciated. Please just try someone else for a change...You never know who's waiting for you out there...Or they may be right by your side waiting for you to give them a chance.' He raises a hand. But she ignores it.

'Please...Just don't be so stupid to waste it all...Please...She's not worth it. She's a bitch for reeling you in like a fish.' She reaches out and touches his arm with her fingertips...

He whips around and grabs her by the throat and lifts her cleanly off the ground and brings her to the wall in a choke grab and slams her against the wall. With her feet dangling above the ground. He flexes his shoulders and he gains a bit of height as she is lifted further off the ground.

His right hand is brought up between her face and his as he leans in. A curved knife extends from the back of his hand from under the sleeve in a slow deliberate fashion as he brings it closer to her face. He's so near to her all she can see his mask and a little bit of the room out of the corners of her eyes. It makes the room a lot darker than it already is. He's not shaking with rage. He doesn't seem to have lost control. But she knows inside he's boiling with emotion, it just doesn't show. And she knows it means he's nearly complete. Based on what she knows...

She looks at the mask. It's got red cracks all over it now. The red cracks seem like solid lines. Neon red against the pale gold of the mask. In the darkness it glows brightly. But the mask was plain earlier...

'LET BE!' He shouts.

'If I choose her LET BE! It is my choice to make foolish or not! Even if I am a tactical expert if I screw up it's my choice to screw up if I want to or not!'

She grabs his left hand raising herself off it to avoid choking. She's strong but not strong enough to get out of his grip. If she decides to attack him...She figures she'd just be dead before he even gets a scratch.

'If I love her, let me be! It's her choice to make on which guy she wants to choose! I don't ask God why didn't she choose me! I ask God what does heartbreak hold for me that He'd let me experience it! I'm ready to accept it! All for her happiness! Even if the guy she loves doesn't love her back...I'd be there to mop up her tears and wish her well...I'd just hang around hoping that someday she'll notice me...or till I move on...But I love her with every bit of me and I don't think I'll ever let go...'

He loses a bit of height as the energy shifts and she manages to tiptoe.

'I just want to be by her side than not be with her at all.'

The edge of his mask around the chin is dripping.

He looks at her without fury and notices for the first time in previous moments since he started shouting, she's crying and her face is crestfallen.

He lowers her to the ground. And she slumps to the floor and just cries pulling her knees to her chest. She rests her forehead on her knees to hide her face. Her long hair forming a side curtain.

Her gentle sobs are the only things to be heard in the room. It begins to rain outside.

He takes quick steps with pronounced agility across the room to grab a tissue box and hands it to her.

She just nods and grabs a few to wipe her face without looking up.

He sits on the floor to her left right beside her. The blade on his right hand is fully retracted.

'Your mask is busted.' She says smiling at him weakly with red eyes. With those familiar eyes which seemed to be able to laugh on their own. Today it seems like they're laughing a bitter laugh. 'Your chin is leaking.'

'I'm sorry...I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. You mean a lot to me and I shouldn't have lashed out at you. You were speaking the truth after all.'

She rests her head against the wall, closes her eyes and a tear flows out. She dabs it. 'If my men could see me now they'd lose all respect for me. Hahahaha.'

'It's alright. They won't hear of it.' He speaks softly now in a coaxing tone.

'Thank you again.' and she dozes off from the lack of oxygen due to him choking her. Her head slowly tilts and rests itself on his right shoulder.

He pushes her head up gently and carries her to his bed. And tucks her in.

He decides on a spot directly across from a window.

His chin begins to drip again.

2 claps and the lights in the room go off.

He yanks off the mask. There is no malfunction. He throws the mask onto the carpeted floor.

He massages his eyes and gives his face a quick wipe to take off anything there might have been. He takes a deep breath.

He doesn't move from his spot and does nothing but wait for the Sun to rise.

The words "Some people just don't know what they've got." drifts across her mind lightly as she sleeps.
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Whew wow. Finally I write something I'm pleased with. Past few storys I've told I just sorta dissapointed myself. However I'm satisfied with this. Although I'm rather sleepy now and some editing needs to be made. Lazy lah. Dahm tired di. Although I'm rather dissapointed with how I fit the title in. Get the story? If you don't never mind lah. I'm still learning. Reading awakened mage at the moment see if you can spot the influence. Apart from the very apparent one. Still haven't reached the 200th page sadly.

Found an album of ambient music used for movies. Having a great time! Don't think I'm going thailand. Yay!