The Mystery of M.E.L

A tall brown haired man was measuring the amount of lipium; a drug used to supress bad memories; in his syringe. His left arm twitched as he jabbed the needle in and sat back in his chair; letting the drug take effect. The man's blue eyes had to quickly adjust as the lights suddenly came on in his box of a room.

Another, younger man, stood in the doorway; he had sand colored hair and dark blue eyes. This man was just about the same height as the man in the chair, but not as built in muscle.

" You taken that crap again today? Marn, you're gonna kill yourself, and your only 25! It's time to grow up bro." Proclaimed the man.

Marn looked up at his brother with little care in his eyes. Then looked him up and down; Black camo pants, long sleved black shirt, a black vest over that with two breast pockets, and black jackboots. This was standared off-duty Special Ops. attire, Marn himself and everybody else wore the same thing only Marn's shirt sleves were rolled up.

" What is it Cloon?"

" Pack your gear, our squads moving out. Meet at the air dock-"

"Cloon, I'm two years older than you. I've been in the military three years longer than you, I think I know the procedure."

"Then why do I have a higher rank than you, private Polaris? Be ready to leave in about thirty minutes."

With that Cloon left to gather his own things for the new mission. Marn sat in his chair for a few minutes trying to relax and let the drug take effect. Then he packed his gear; a tight armor shirt that prevented any injury from a knife or blade, it also helped stop bullets; metal armor guards for the forearms and shins.

All this Marn packed in a knapsack then he grabbed his 398 automatic rifle; a Cando 19 handgun; two knives and left.

At the dock Marn's squad was already assembeled. Squad leader Sergeant Dennis Almat stood in front of the whole ten member squad. It was time for the breifing.

" I am sure you're all wondering what kind of mission we have now, right?" Began the Sergeant. " We are going to the Mystery Expulsion Laboratory as security detail for giant lizards."

A groan came from each solider in the room. Security jobs were all that came around since the International War ended. Marn leaned back and shut his eyes for the getting prepared speech. But Sergeant Almat had more to his brefing than expected.