<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000">FOREVER FREE</span></span></span><br/><br/>His eyes were glued to the screen before him, seeing without really seeing. This part of the day was all routine for him at this point. Minutes, hours sometimes spent going through various reports, looking for patterns that no one else would see. It was got him to where he was, and also had kept him under the radar for his less than allowed behaviors. It kept him safe and it also kept him with plenty of information to siphon off when it became necessary for him to do so. It was a razors edge, his life, balancing very carefully between playing the perfect Commander for both the enforcement squad, as well as for his own First Sons squad. It was a source of pride for him to have gotten as far as he had, six years spent training in the Enforcement squad and about the same time he made it to the upper echelons, he found himself hunting the First Sons.<br/><br/>It had been such a subtle, yet overt, blaring event, his eventual betrayal of everything he had stood for as an Enforcer. He felt his own private thrill at the thought of being part of the group that single handedly had everyone in the Enforcers tripping over themselves to stop. He didn't mind helping them catch the true terrorists, Chaotics who really only reveled in the death and destruction of what they did. He didn't want madness for the people of this city, certainly not death, destruction or chaos. No, he only wanted freedom, freedom from the lie of peace. People felt free, felt happy, but it wasn't real, it was manufactured in camps, facilities, in every aspect of their life where it was propogated, fueled, fed, and it bred in it's people, spreading it's filthy lie deep to the core of everyone.<br/><br/>The First Sons wanted that as much as he, it was the ideal, it was the tantalizing idea of the freedom they sought that drove them. Extreme measures were taken, but at all costs they kept it reserved for those who would keep the wretched status quo alive, those who would fight for it. He wanted a few changes of his own to their procedure and with the Rising Phoenix under his control, perhaps he would have his chance. To make sure that the infrastructure was intact, that it's people were alive, well, and free. Yes the old world was violent, destructive and mindless at times, but they were free then. This time, freedom would be used for the betterment of mankind, not for a select few, not at the expense of other people.<br/><br/>"COMMANDER!" A voice cut through his train of thought, his head jerking to the soldier who was looking mildly irritated and yet embarassed at having to had raised his voice to a commanding officer.<br/><br/>"Yes private?"<br/><br/>The soldier cleared his throat, "just reporting on the squad's recon of the First Sons reported quarters in the area."<br/><br/>His face was impassive, as calm as he was meant to be, "and?"<br/><br/>At this the soldier seemed to sag visibly, "they didn't find a thing, not even the slightest datapad telling us where they are, who they are, or even if they had been there in the first place."<br/><br/>He frowned, an instinctive old habit, "so our informant gave us a false lead then?"<br/><br/>The soldier shrugged, something that gave away just how new he was, "I don't know sir."<br/><br/>He turned back to his screen, "or an intentional false lead who knew about our informant. Pull her out and reassign her, her position is compromised and the First Sons have no hesitation when it comes to getting rid of spies."<br/><br/>The soldier saluted and walked away, his frown ebbing away from his face. He couldn't very well have let them find the sect that was actually positioned there, but it had been temporary intentionally. Still, if he didn't make some progress eventually, he was going to find himself in trouble. He was well aware, because of connections that went up the chain of command, that those above him, those who kept an eye on him, were becoming increasingly suspicious. He knew it would happen eventually, the day was inevitable from the moment he began leaking information. The higher in command you were, the more likely you were to be found out as a spy.<br/><br/>He just hoped he would have a heads up before it came crashing down on him.