Post by KyferLegs on Jul 16, 2021 1:31:21 GMT -6
It was a cold, dark morning. A slight breeze came north from the hills as a sound of a bugle appeared and disappeared from the east. Adin Rijad sat silently, his hands fumbling with the pen in his hands, he rolled it once with the open pen marking his leather gloves. He turned as an alarm hissed at him, leaning over in his chair clicking the button to the blaring alarm. Next, he opened a drawer that sat to his right with hesitation.
He then grabbed a folder, surrounded by a green cover, the yellow papers clipped together by a thin, metal clip stamped with the coat of arms of Yugoslavia. He dusted the folder with his fingers exposing writing at the top of the page, Adin stared at it for a minute, maybe more as he sat motionless and blank. He turned over the green cover slowly. Suddenly, a sound outside his window, it sounded like tapping as Adin quickly closed the green folder again. With sudden awkward movement he got up from his chair and slowly crept towards the window. His gloves wrapped around the white curtains, his stained gloves marking the curtain with a soft line. It was just a branch as Adin sighed in relief. He turned around letting the curtain sit open a bit exposing the rising sun to his room. As he approached the desk his movements slowed as he once-again started to open the green folder.
The pages were stamped by Kazimir Jakov, Adin grew nervous as he read the messy cyclic writing. His gaze shifted upwards at the writing typed onto the yellow paper, “Црна планина”, Adin rubbed his chin as he viewed the large bold words. His mind was wondering what it could mean. “Black Mountain.” He thought to himself his fingers cupped the folder as he closed it again, the green cover slowly falling on top of the yellow pages again.
He picked up the folder, and carefully wrapped it into a plastic seal he left on his desk, the edges fitting perfectly into the seal. He reached to the left grabbing a black briefcase, where he clicked the gold-colored locks out, which he placed the folder into the now open briefcase. Adin promptly closed the case as he handed it to himself, the case falling down his right hip as he grabbed it. Adin turned around and walked to the wooden door that left his room, its tinted black windows almost impossible to see out of, he cupped the doorknob and opened the door. Which he slowly stepped outside.
Adin found himself in a green corridor, the upper walls plastered with a dark green coat and the lower walls covered in dark wood trimming. He turned left and started to slowly walk down the hall, it felt infinite almost as the same designed doors were a few feet apart and across from each other. Finally he reached an elevator, he clicked the button as the thick unpainted metal doors slid open with a slight creak. Adin looked inside, there stood another man, he wore a black military uniform, it was fitted to be a light version and the man tilted his beret jokingly. Adin stood inside a smile forming on his face.
Adin's lip was slanted with a grin and so was the other man as they stood next to each other and that's when Adin spoke. “So where are you going, comrade. We can take you there first.”
The man nodded at Adins generosity and promptly clicked the highest button, Adin stared at him, his jawline prominent and as Adin looked down, seeing his shoulder pad insignia realizing the rank. “Brigadni General.” Adin whispered to himself and the man quickly turned.
“Didn’t expect me to be a Higher Up, eh comrade?” The man chuckled as Adin sighed in relief from the cheekiness of the General.
Adin blinked as he straightened himself and spoke. “No offense, sir. A Lot of the time I see generals dressed flas-”
The Man cut off Adin, predicting what he was going to say as he adjusted his padded combat gloves, “Too flashy, plus it makes for an exposing target doesn’t it?”
Adin looked down and up nodding in agreement, he had a point. “I see, clever. With that logic how aren’t you higher up?”
The Man broke out laughing, his hand slapping against his leg as he turned nearly slanted from wheezing. “General-Potpukovnik? Bah! I’d rather not be a politician, thank you.”
Adin rubbed his chin as he swung the briefcase in his hand and spoke up again, realizing the man wouldn’t shoot him or anything for asking a question. “You missed a rank, sir. General-Major, to be exact.”
The Man nodded, and he looked even more amused at Adins remark. “Brave aren’t you, but I know. I was offered but I refused, it's like my current rank but even more paper and maps.
Adin chuckled as he heard the elevator reach its point, and suddenly its thick metal doors opened. “You have a point, comrade.”
The Man walked out and Adin walked out also. The Man stopped at the double doors at the end of the now red painted walls with a luxurious oak trimming. He turned around to adjust his collar, and his shirt. “Do I look good, Rijad?”
Adin froze the briefcase swinging past his leg, the man staring blinking confused of Adins sudden freeze.
Adin stared at him, and was prepared to ask how he knew his last name before realizing the man's stature once more and panicking for a hot second. He calmed down once more and then said “I don’t like my last name.”
The Man chuckled, and spoke. “Ah, sometimes I can relate to that.”
Adin then realized the question and gave a thumbs up to the man on his appearance. In which the man turned and opened one of the large doors. Adin walked in observing and taking in the luxurious room, crimson walls, beautiful statues, historic flags, and paintings in the walls marked with dates.
A single man sat in the far right of the room smoking a cigarette then turned to the two men entering. “Ah, you are here. Oh, and you are also Brigadni General.” The man puffed his cigarette and tapped it into a small cup he had next to him on a shelf. The tall man in a grey robe turned and walked to a wood table carved finely and probably cost thousands. Adin walked up to the man and saluted as he stared at the tall figure in the eyes.
“Jakov, sir!” Adin said in a normal tone as he lowered his hand again.
“Ah, Adin, it's good to see you. Do you have it?” The tall man spoke casually like if it was another day, or that he just saw his friend after a few weeks.
Adin nodded, he picked up the case and set it flat onto the table. He once again unclipped it and opened it up. Adin glanced around to see the man from the elevator sitting near a bookcase examining the titles and book spines. Adin looked back at Jakov and picked up the folder wrapped in the plastic from earlier and handed it to the Commander-In-Chief.
Jakov slowly pulled the folder from the plastic seal and held it in his bare palms, he softly grabbed the green folder and looked down and up. He stared at the yellow papers and flipped through them. Jakov then looked up at Adin and then to the Brigadni General. Jakov quickly closed the folder and simply said: “Brigadni General”
The Brigadni General, the man from the elevator, walked to Adin and Jakov as Adin looked back and forth at the sudden arrival of a third party member in this ‘Secret Delivery.’ Suddenly Adin felt a cold metal pipe pushed against waist and then the “plap” sound of a silenced pistol as pain stung and filled his lower body.
Adin collapsed, his vision instantly fading as he slumped against the curves on the wood table, his now weak body slightly pushing it backwards. Adin looked up coughing blood slowly as Jakov took a knee examining Adin. He showed him the envelope with a smudge of black ink against the green folder.
“Adin.. My friend, this is what happens when you don’t follow orders. No looking, I told you my friend.” Jakov spoke to the dying Adin remorsefully,
Adin looked up, fading in and out as the Brigadni General holstered his weapon into his hidden holster. The Brigadni General had no remorse in his action as he stared down at the Adin who was bleeding out. Jakov watched as his friend died in front of him, he held Adins palm softly as he watched Adin’s head slowly bent forward, as he then died.
Jakov got back up and looked at the Brigadni General, “Dispose of the body.”
The Brigadni General got to work as he dragged the body of the now deceased Adin to a small section of the room. While Jakov walked up to the spot he was once standing at when they arrived, he picked up the cigarette he left and began to smoke once more.
He then grabbed a folder, surrounded by a green cover, the yellow papers clipped together by a thin, metal clip stamped with the coat of arms of Yugoslavia. He dusted the folder with his fingers exposing writing at the top of the page, Adin stared at it for a minute, maybe more as he sat motionless and blank. He turned over the green cover slowly. Suddenly, a sound outside his window, it sounded like tapping as Adin quickly closed the green folder again. With sudden awkward movement he got up from his chair and slowly crept towards the window. His gloves wrapped around the white curtains, his stained gloves marking the curtain with a soft line. It was just a branch as Adin sighed in relief. He turned around letting the curtain sit open a bit exposing the rising sun to his room. As he approached the desk his movements slowed as he once-again started to open the green folder.
The pages were stamped by Kazimir Jakov, Adin grew nervous as he read the messy cyclic writing. His gaze shifted upwards at the writing typed onto the yellow paper, “Црна планина”, Adin rubbed his chin as he viewed the large bold words. His mind was wondering what it could mean. “Black Mountain.” He thought to himself his fingers cupped the folder as he closed it again, the green cover slowly falling on top of the yellow pages again.
He picked up the folder, and carefully wrapped it into a plastic seal he left on his desk, the edges fitting perfectly into the seal. He reached to the left grabbing a black briefcase, where he clicked the gold-colored locks out, which he placed the folder into the now open briefcase. Adin promptly closed the case as he handed it to himself, the case falling down his right hip as he grabbed it. Adin turned around and walked to the wooden door that left his room, its tinted black windows almost impossible to see out of, he cupped the doorknob and opened the door. Which he slowly stepped outside.
Adin found himself in a green corridor, the upper walls plastered with a dark green coat and the lower walls covered in dark wood trimming. He turned left and started to slowly walk down the hall, it felt infinite almost as the same designed doors were a few feet apart and across from each other. Finally he reached an elevator, he clicked the button as the thick unpainted metal doors slid open with a slight creak. Adin looked inside, there stood another man, he wore a black military uniform, it was fitted to be a light version and the man tilted his beret jokingly. Adin stood inside a smile forming on his face.
Adin's lip was slanted with a grin and so was the other man as they stood next to each other and that's when Adin spoke. “So where are you going, comrade. We can take you there first.”
The man nodded at Adins generosity and promptly clicked the highest button, Adin stared at him, his jawline prominent and as Adin looked down, seeing his shoulder pad insignia realizing the rank. “Brigadni General.” Adin whispered to himself and the man quickly turned.
“Didn’t expect me to be a Higher Up, eh comrade?” The man chuckled as Adin sighed in relief from the cheekiness of the General.
Adin blinked as he straightened himself and spoke. “No offense, sir. A Lot of the time I see generals dressed flas-”
The Man cut off Adin, predicting what he was going to say as he adjusted his padded combat gloves, “Too flashy, plus it makes for an exposing target doesn’t it?”
Adin looked down and up nodding in agreement, he had a point. “I see, clever. With that logic how aren’t you higher up?”
The Man broke out laughing, his hand slapping against his leg as he turned nearly slanted from wheezing. “General-Potpukovnik? Bah! I’d rather not be a politician, thank you.”
Adin rubbed his chin as he swung the briefcase in his hand and spoke up again, realizing the man wouldn’t shoot him or anything for asking a question. “You missed a rank, sir. General-Major, to be exact.”
The Man nodded, and he looked even more amused at Adins remark. “Brave aren’t you, but I know. I was offered but I refused, it's like my current rank but even more paper and maps.
Adin chuckled as he heard the elevator reach its point, and suddenly its thick metal doors opened. “You have a point, comrade.”
The Man walked out and Adin walked out also. The Man stopped at the double doors at the end of the now red painted walls with a luxurious oak trimming. He turned around to adjust his collar, and his shirt. “Do I look good, Rijad?”
Adin froze the briefcase swinging past his leg, the man staring blinking confused of Adins sudden freeze.
Adin stared at him, and was prepared to ask how he knew his last name before realizing the man's stature once more and panicking for a hot second. He calmed down once more and then said “I don’t like my last name.”
The Man chuckled, and spoke. “Ah, sometimes I can relate to that.”
Adin then realized the question and gave a thumbs up to the man on his appearance. In which the man turned and opened one of the large doors. Adin walked in observing and taking in the luxurious room, crimson walls, beautiful statues, historic flags, and paintings in the walls marked with dates.
A single man sat in the far right of the room smoking a cigarette then turned to the two men entering. “Ah, you are here. Oh, and you are also Brigadni General.” The man puffed his cigarette and tapped it into a small cup he had next to him on a shelf. The tall man in a grey robe turned and walked to a wood table carved finely and probably cost thousands. Adin walked up to the man and saluted as he stared at the tall figure in the eyes.
“Jakov, sir!” Adin said in a normal tone as he lowered his hand again.
“Ah, Adin, it's good to see you. Do you have it?” The tall man spoke casually like if it was another day, or that he just saw his friend after a few weeks.
Adin nodded, he picked up the case and set it flat onto the table. He once again unclipped it and opened it up. Adin glanced around to see the man from the elevator sitting near a bookcase examining the titles and book spines. Adin looked back at Jakov and picked up the folder wrapped in the plastic from earlier and handed it to the Commander-In-Chief.
Jakov slowly pulled the folder from the plastic seal and held it in his bare palms, he softly grabbed the green folder and looked down and up. He stared at the yellow papers and flipped through them. Jakov then looked up at Adin and then to the Brigadni General. Jakov quickly closed the folder and simply said: “Brigadni General”
The Brigadni General, the man from the elevator, walked to Adin and Jakov as Adin looked back and forth at the sudden arrival of a third party member in this ‘Secret Delivery.’ Suddenly Adin felt a cold metal pipe pushed against waist and then the “plap” sound of a silenced pistol as pain stung and filled his lower body.
Adin collapsed, his vision instantly fading as he slumped against the curves on the wood table, his now weak body slightly pushing it backwards. Adin looked up coughing blood slowly as Jakov took a knee examining Adin. He showed him the envelope with a smudge of black ink against the green folder.
“Adin.. My friend, this is what happens when you don’t follow orders. No looking, I told you my friend.” Jakov spoke to the dying Adin remorsefully,
Adin looked up, fading in and out as the Brigadni General holstered his weapon into his hidden holster. The Brigadni General had no remorse in his action as he stared down at the Adin who was bleeding out. Jakov watched as his friend died in front of him, he held Adins palm softly as he watched Adin’s head slowly bent forward, as he then died.
Jakov got back up and looked at the Brigadni General, “Dispose of the body.”
The Brigadni General got to work as he dragged the body of the now deceased Adin to a small section of the room. While Jakov walked up to the spot he was once standing at when they arrived, he picked up the cigarette he left and began to smoke once more.