Chapter 2 Trojan

After the mission, we were happy to be back on the Avenger. Rhino was tired so he went straight to sleep and EagleEye, Monk, Tinker, and I went to the bar slash memorial to get something to drink. Since I don’t drink alcohol I just got some soda. Tinker, EagleEye, and Monk knew that they could only have one beer since we were not on break. We celebrated another victory for the Bravo squad. Tinker was telling some of the other guys a more dramatic version of what happened and EagleEye was sitting in a corner thinking (we all had to learn a while ago not to disturb her thinking) when I hear a voice from behind me say:

“Is there anything here that doesn’t have alcohol?”

I looked to my right and saw the VIP from the last mission.

“We got basically everything,” I told her. She seemed like she was talking to herself but I thought that I should respond.

“Oh… uh where are the sodas then?” She asked, “All I see is alcohol.”

“Over there,” I pointed to a group of faucets behind the counter.

“Oh, do I get it myself?”

“If you want,” I said taking a sip of my drink.

She shrugged and went around the counters and went to the soda faucets she grabbed a cup that was right next to it and filled it with Cherry Coke. She came back and sat next to me.

“Are you the only one who doesn’t drink?” She asked looking at my soda.

“Pretty much,” I answered, “It's way too easy to drink your problems away when you’ve gone through what we have.”

“Yeah.” She said.

There was a few moments of awkward silence between us when she asked:

“Who are these people in these pictures?”

“XCOM’s fallen soldiers,” I replied, “Unlike ADVENT who try to cover up their losses we honor our fallen.”

“I’m sorry,” She said “If you don’t mind me asking, did you know any of them?”

“I knew all of them.” I answered, “XCOM only has like twenty guys at one time, we all grow close.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry.” She responded.

“It’s fine,” I said.

There was more silence.

“So… what am I here for?” She asked.

“We need a new specialist,” I answered.

“Wich is…” She continued.

“Our squad's tech unit means you’ll be on the field with my squad,” I answered.

“What!” She yelled so loud that everyone in the bar stopped and looked at her.

Her cheeks went red and she giggled nervously. Everyone went back to what they were doing.

“I’m not a field guy!” She practically whispered to me.

“After EagleEye’s done with you, you will be,” I answered.

She looked a little intimidated by my comment so I just asked…

“What's your name?”

“Ruby,” She answered, “You?”

“Chris Brad,” I answered, “But everyone calls me Trojan.”