I stir in my sleep as a faint beeping invades my dream. As the noise slowly gets louder I barely part my eyes, expecting the morning sun to harm my vision. I’m surprised to find the morning sun not piercing my drawn curtains, before remembering that it’s only four am and I have to get ready to head to that military base the recruiter from yesterday told me to go to. I hit my alarm and drag myself over to the wardrobe to get changed. I rummage through what’s left over after I packed most of my clothes up yesterday.

I settle on a pair of white socks, a plain black shirt, some loose blue jeans, and my pair of black sneakers. After getting dressed I grab the two duffle bags of clothes I already packed and head downstairs. I contemplate making some breakfast before remembering that there is no meat in Equestria besides the possible exception of fish, so I think it’s better to stop now while It’s still my choice. I go around and tidy up the house a bit, I collect a few things I left lying around and take them into the bathroom to take care of them

I go out to my car and load the duffle bags in, before heading over to the driver’s side and starting it up. I know this drive will take some time, given the fact that the address the guy gave me yesterday was about a forty five to fifty five minute drive from my house. After about an hour, because I was driving slowly given how dark it still is, I arrive at the front gate of the compound. “Who is it?” A somewhat staticky voice asks from the black box next to me.

“Uhh…” I let out, reaching into my pocket. “Anon, I’m the last recruit.” I hold up the business card to what looks like a camera above the speaker.

“Ah, yes.” The box says, the red light above the gate turns green and it begins to move. “We were notified that the last member would arrive today. Just pull up to the big building on your right, there’s someone waiting to take your car to a secure holding area and someone to search your luggage,”

“Okay.” is all I can think to say. I pull up to the building the guy said, and sure enough there are two guys standing there in military uniforms. I step out and one guy reaches out to take my keys while the other has already pulled my luggage out and has the bags open. “How does everything look?” I ask as the guy on the ground is relentlessly rummaging through my luggage.

“Come over here and place your hand on the wall.” the guy says, pointing at the large building behind him.

“You’re gonna frisk me?” I ask, a sarcastic edge in my voice. The man just stands there with a blank expression waiting for me to move. “Fine” I walk over to the wall, place my hands on it, and spread my legs apart. The guy walks over and starts patting me down.

“Where is it?” the man asks, turning me around to look me in the eye.

“Where's what?” I respond, genuinely confused by the question.

“Your phone.” He clarifies. “Everybody they’ve brought in, has tried to smuggle their phone into the compound.”

“I took care of my phone back at my house” I say. I think back to when I rounded up all my smart devices and dumped them in my bath tub before filling it with water. If the government was going to be watching my house, I didn’t want to take any chances. I also have a backup of all my data on a hard drive in a safe deposit box at my bank. When I found out I had to leave I got one of my friends to keep paying the bill for me, so the government couldn’t access it.\

“You really expect me to believe that you didn’t bring your phone?” The officer asked, obviously not buying that I would just abandon my technology.

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” I responded, staring the man directly in the eyes. Even I was caught off guard at how visibly angry that made him.

“You think you’re better than me?” the soldier yells, grabbing my shirt collar and slamming me into the wall. “You think just because a little prick like you was chosen for this mission that makes you tough. If it weren’t for that bitchy queen and her god complex, it would be me and my men storming into that world. Don’t go thinking that a little fag like you is anything more than a means to an end.”

“Pftt.” I let out, unable to contain my laughter. “So you’re homophonic.” I observe, grabbing the soldier's collar and spinning around so I’m the one pinning him to the wall. I lean in to make sure my face is as close to his as possible without touching. “So, you think that just because I had knowledge of a world you didn’t bother learning before we knew it existed. Unfortunately for you, you little closeted bitch, I’m straight.” I make a point of leaning in and whispering those last words into his ear.

“You dare accuse me of being gay.” The officer spits the words out through his teeth.

“It’s obvious.” I state. “There was anger and disgust in your voice, but you still can’t hide that little twinge of fear.” I let go of him and take a step back. “What if daddy finds out? Don’t you know what he’ll do to you?” I mimic the man's voice but add a little pitch to it to make it seem younger.

The soldier reaches down and grabs his side piece before pointing it right at my chest. “I should kill you for that, give the world one less problem to deal with.” he shouts.

“Wow.” I say. “Killing yourself to get rid of one problem, how noble.”

“What are you talking about?” he ask

“Well, last I checked, despite my basic skill set I’m still very high priority.” I say, giving the guy a smirk. “Hell, I think killing me even qualifies as treason. you’re a soldier right? I’m sure you know what the punishment for treason is? And over something as meaningless as your pride.” I give him another smirk, before he moves his index finger to rest on the pistol's trigger.

“JACOBS!” I hear a voice yell next to me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” a buff middle aged man with gray hair walks over from the door of the large building and grabs the gun out of the soldier's hand.

“He assaulted me, General.” Jacobs lies, giving me a sideways glance.

“Is this true?” the General asks me, fuming with anger.

“Just returning the favor sir.” I say, looking over at the other soldier. “But, I’m not one to hold grudges, I think this is where this little disagreement should end. Don’t you?” Jacobs looks pissed, like he wants to pull the rifle off his back and put it down my throat.

“Yes.” Jacobs says, maintaining more composure than I thought he would. “I didn’t believe Mr. Filler when he said he didn’t bring his phone. I might have gotten a little too forceful trying to make him tell the truth, but looking back, I don’t believe he brought it. I apologize.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I say playing along with his ruse. “I might have been a little aggressive at your accusation, when I know you’re just doing your job. Shall we head inside General?”

“Yes, I’ll escort you to the barracks to meet the rest of the task force.” the General says, motioning to the door leading inside.

“Can’t wait.” I say picking up my bags. I turn around and blow Jacobs a kiss, which seems to make him angry, before following the General inside.

Author's Note

(A/N)
hey just checking to see what you guys think. What do you think of the name Anon Filler? Also do you prefer numbers like time written like this 4pm or this four pm? let me know. Lastly thank you to anyone who took time out of their day to read this.