Yes, Sir!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The 3rd, and for now, final, short story written to accompany 'Dekka 2'.

Submitted: April 15, 2017

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Yes, Sir!

 

Every morning, he composed himself; gave himself a pep talk, told himself how special he was. Before he actually made contact with anyone he needed to be already on his ‘superior’ level where no one would question his authority.

 

He had worked hard to achieve his position. He had been tough, the cold-hearted leader who was put off by nothing. When he lost an entire squadron he put it down to experience, explained to himself so that there had been no failing on his part. He had lost men and women then who he had known for years but he did not grieve for a second. He had not even paused but had just got on with the job in hand. It did not take him long to be called ‘Sir’ and he liked it that way.

 

He had been involved in the Dekka project from the start. He had been ‘Sir’ from the beginning, in charge of all but the ‘grey suits’ and the lab guys. But even they treated him with respect, deferred to his judgement in all matters concerning the Dekkas and their training.

 

Sir was also very involved in the military strategies that were constantly being planned. Those above him would say what they wanted to happen, where it was to happen, and crucially, when it was to happen. It was part of his job to work out a way of putting it into actual practice. He had control over all the weapons, all the soldiers, and nobody could go against his plans except for those at the very top.

 

No, all in all, Sir had to admit he was very happy with his position.

 

Sir knew about the Dekkas, that they were people selected for some reason or other to be targeted for abduction. He knew that they were then kept secluded; that they were tortured so much that many did not survive the induction process. Those that did were totally broken, had none of their previous selves left and it was these individuals that were passed on to him.

 

The Dekkas were trained to be physically tougher than almost anyone else alive. That was what he was required to do and he had sat down and devised a strategy to achieve this. They were to be cold and callous, totally unfeeling, with no sense of sympathy whatsoever.

 

The Dekkas were to obey any orders, no matter how callous, without question or hesitance; and they were expected to perform their duties exactly and precisely to their orders.

 

There was something about Dekka 2. She had an affect on him that nobody else had ever had. It was not an attraction, nothing physical. She had been thoroughly broken, rebuilt as an unfeeling and unflinching being, was never the slightest bit defiant to his authority. She was unquestioningly obedient. But somehow she still reminded him of himself.

 

And, for Sir, it momentarily caused him to doubt an order he was given. For once he paused and gave the consequences some thought. Not the consequences for the targeted. They did not enter his mind at all. No, it was the consequences for the Dekkas, more specifically for Dekka 2.

 

Sir knew that once she left on the mission she had zero chance of returning. It was a mission carried out by expendable beings, ones so highly trained that they would not fail.

 

And the next batch were already under his command, being assigned to their ‘Grey Suits’, being recreated into unthinking, fighting, obedient beings.

 

Sir straightened his shoulders, set his face into neutral. The Dekka’s would get their orders and would be off on their mission. And once she was gone he would not spare Dekka 2 a second thought.

 

He might find someone that reminded him of himself in the next batch. Sir allowed himself a quick smile.


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