I'm Not A Simp.

The tie around my neck felt tighter, before we boarded the chopper we saw everyone coming back from the first wave of attacks but that was just it their was only one wave, the second wave was a small and handpicked team sent to infiltrate through the weakened entrance. 

I looked around the area, the only chopper in the area was us, the closer we got the worse I felt. Their was a noticeable fear inside the chopper because everyone thought they were going to die, I wasn't one of them, I knew my combat capabilities during the tests and proved it with the escape, what scared me was what I didn't know.

Why was my squad held back? It wouldn't be for me, we're not particularly special, everyone in our base knows us as the defects, if you weren't good enough then you were with us. So why weren't we sent in the first wave, if anything we should've been in the front, being the first to die but we were held back while I was recovering.

Also the rear entrance, I don't know much but why were we attacking that entrance? That area only received minimal casualties so sending in a small squad to not only attack the place but get inside is insane! Are they trying to get us killed!? 

The more I thought about it the worse I felt, their should be no reason for us to be held back, no reason for us to attack the rear entrance, no reason to even send us in. I needed to clear my head so I glanced at camerawomen #211, she was fidgeting in her chair since there was a lot going on, one being her sudden confession and two being this sudden mission. She noticed my gaze before quickly turning away, obviously embarrassed. I then turned to look at Squeakerman who was clenching his fist in and out, he had a tendency to do that in the prison, I assumed it was to keep his mind off of something frightening or kill off any anxiety.

I followed in his footsteps by doing the same thing, I have no idea if it worked but just doing something with my body than doing nothing felt good. When we arrived we dropped a rope down on the road each of us descending one at a time. Our squad leader was the first to go before giving us the okay to follow him, with each of us down we surveyed the surroundings before running towards the giant door stopping us from proceeding. 

I was getting anxious, why were there no guards around, were they stopping the elite task force at the entrance? That didn't seem likely since cameraman #789 told me that things were going smoothly, but how did he know? It's not like he was part of the task force since he was here with us and he didn't have any special connections with the major Alliance leaders so how did he know things were going smoothly? I looked at him from a distance, the odds of him being the spy were just getting bigger. 

For me however, the far more likely reason was because the guards were inside. They knew we were coming I heard it from some Toilets before the escape, so they must've purposely removed the guard Toilets outside. But then why was the attack on the base so quick, if they knew we were coming shouldn't they have done more? The Scientist Toilets were smart, wicked smart, if they knew something or discovered something then they would bleed it dry. So there was no reason for the defense to be so... pathetic.

But of course I've only heard murmurs since I wasn't actually there, for all I know it could have been an extreme battle but that doesn't excuse the quickness of it. My head was scrambling to try and piece it together, and the one thing stopping me was this damn door! I could tear it off, I already have but I didn't want to expose myself at least not with the potential spy being right next to me.

How much did cameraman #789 know about me, how much did he know about the escape? Does he know about the legs, or that I led the charge? I had to remain vigilant around him but this door wasn't making it easy. I could feel myself losing it and I almost smashed it open when large cameraman #403 walked passed me and opened the door. He startled me, I completely forgot about his existence since he could conceal his presence so well, which was odd given that he was a large cameraman.