Running Red

[Wesker]

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The Hessian people where only beginning to crawl from the void of disarray that the past two years had brought them. Generalmajor Jens Deher was missing, and no attempts to fill his throne were met with the type of "approval" the Hessian people looked for.

But that was all about to change.

Vogtland's overseeing HQ had a new hostess, and a new batch of obedient senior officers. Some were young and new, others were smart and old. The rest of them? Dead.

The Vánagandr as many knew her, for others the "Fenris", was running off pure adrenaline. There was little time, every second needed to have meaning, haste went without saying - otherwise she too would be replaced. Data purging was a tricky job, but it was also one she couldn't completely entrust to anyone else. Her parents were gone, so that wasn't much to think of. But her son, her time MIA was a gap that needed to be erased completely.

1 Hour later.

Papers were scrambled all over the room, some were in ashes scattered about the room. The room resembled a command center and a lounge, only for the highest ranking officers in the Army. There was a beautiful overlook of the indoor city below and a few other accessories that came with pristine vibe. The lights were out, the only light source in the room besides a few illumiated monitors were the pair of blue eyes hidden at the edge of the room.

The General sat down in a corner where the glass and the wall met, arms crossed over knees, a gun in one hand and a PDA in the other. Exhausted, sweat had cleaned out the gel in her hair, and the new uniform already needed a trip to the wash. Stress eroded the emotionless persona slowly, which became more and more apparent as the glowing iris got brighter and stretched to the neighboring capillaries.. Albert Rafnklesson, her closest ally and partner, stood in the center of the room looking down at the mess of a new "leader".

Everything's in place, if anyone refuses to follow the new chain of command I'm going to enforce it quite clearly. Said the General.

This position is already changing you... are we still friends, General? Responded Albert.

I'll let you call me by my first name if you let me call you by yours, sound fair enough, Albert?

You're going to need a battalion at your beck and call if you want to survive. I can't fight everyone off for you, and the Fenriswolf can't solve issues the way she's used to.

You've already gotten an e-mail about that. There's one person in mind that's close by already.

You're my superior now, you're technically everyone's superior now. You were at my side on Tangier, so I'll be at yours, but do you trust yourself to go forth with this? You can't exactly turn back.

Trust my rage.

I can can temporarily gather a few for you, but I can't deliver orders without...

Congratulations, Major Rafnklesson, may you do the Volksrevolution good service.

Good to see that rage doesn't control you yet, Annabelle. Get some rest while you can, things are only going to get more difficult from here on out.

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