North didn't get along with authority — that much wasn't a surprise. In fact there were many people in the Military that believed he had simply fucked his way to the top, seeing as how his loyalty wasn't exactly all there. Don't misunderstand him, he put on a good show of being the perfect Military dog when required, but even still he would never really shine against those that believed in that the Military was doing with their entire heart. Which left North on the outskirts of things, especially when the latest Colonel was one loyal ass fucker.
He didn't use such terms lightly.
There was still a semblance of anger that boiled beneath the surface of North's skin at the realization that his number one rival in the Military had finally achieved a position of power above him, but thankfully he wasn't the only superior that currently watched over North. The Lieutenant Colonel, Solomon, had been in power for much longer than North had been promoted to Major, and while they didn't necessarily get along, they didn't hate one another either. At least, the Infected had no ill will towards the human. But that also didn't make them friends, either.
Still, the Major couldn't help but wonder how Solomon felt about the recent shift in power. He needed to know if he could trust the man enough to have him on his side — or if he would just become another lackey for Alejandro to use against him.
Which is how North found himself wandering through the Military Compound until he found himself at the door of the Lieutenant Colonel. North considered simply barging into the man's office and getting straight to the point — a couple quick conversations with other officers confirmed the man was inside his office — he decided he didn't want to start the conversation off on the wrong foot. He wanted to make nice with Solomon after all, in hopes that the man perhaps disliked Alejandro as much as North did.
Letting out a soft huff of air, North reaches out and knocks on the man's door, eyes trained to the doorknob as he waits to hear whether or not he would be allowed into the office.TAGSolomon Zissel
Dull. Solomon had been in his office since morning.
The problem with power - at least, power the way Solomon chose to wield it - was that more power generally meant less action. It generally meant more paperwork as well. And Solomon liked paperwork. Paper-trails were an extraordinary thing: a little document here, a line of ink there, and you could convince people of just about anything.
As an old soldier well-practiced in both, Solomon considered paperwork deadlier than firearms, by far. But that didn’t mean he preferred this: sitting in an office all fucking day. As much as he considered it suicidal idiocy, Solomon had genuinely enjoyed taking pot-shots at Infected.
It meant by the time North Sigurd knocked on his door, Solomon was antsy - pleased for a distraction.
“Come in,” he drawled.
He expected his secretary. He raised his eyebrows, surprised to see the Major at his door. Did we have an appointment, Solomon almost asked, but nixed that as too bitchy. He smiled at North instead, broad and good-natured. He didn’t have much time to decide whether he liked this or not: he supposed he’d find out.
Solomon glanced down at a file on his desk. It was nothing important - some numbers on missing weaponry - but Solomon closed it anyway: conspicuously, on purpose, just to see if North would react to that little gesture of distrust.
A desk-job was a positive, in terms of survival: as Colonel, Solomon was much less likely to die ignominiously at the hands of the Infected. Now, his enemies were his brothers, if they could be called that. Solomon didn’t know what to think of Montes or Sigurd yet, and that bothered him.
“Major,” he said, motioning toward the seats in office: make yourself at home. And before North could announce why he was there, Solomon continued, “May I ask, have you ever eaten from one of the Canteens?" In case North needed clarification, he added, "In the slums."
Posted 06-21-2021, 08:44 PM
Used to just inviting himself in rather than waiting for the occupant to do so, it tries North's patience a bit to wait around for an answer — thankfully though, it isn't long before he hears the man on the other side invite him in, and North does so gleefully. The door shuts behind him as he does so, this time making sure no one would accidentally stumble across something that wasn't meant for prying eyes — not that he expected anything to happen from this meeting in terms of that.
No, this was simply a meeting of strategy, of opportunity — to give the Military hound a chance to see what side of the chess board Solomon was ready to place himself on.
He matches Solomon's grin with one of his own, although the friendliness of the gesture doesn't quite meet his eyes. The Major approaches the other man's desk, inviting himself into one of the seats in front of the well manicured desk — the Military really did like making a statement about things, didn't they? He doesn't miss the way his superior closes shut the file that was previous spread out in front of him, but North doesn't think much of it. Not like he had come here to snoop or anything... Definitely not.
Before he can respond with his own greeting, he instead gets a curious question thrown at him from the human. North raises his brow in response, his grin spreading slightly as he cheekily responds internally: I've eaten plenty of times in the slums. Just not in the traditional canteen that Solomon was thinking about — and certainly not a similar kind of food that Solomon was thinking about. But obviously he couldn't say that.
“Can't say that I have,” North responds as he lazily crosses one leg over the other, leaning back in his chair. “Only trips I make to the slums is for a shot of some cheap booze,” he tacks on, figuring he should cover his tracks just in case Solomon had reports of him being seen in the slums. Not like he was exactly hard to miss down there, considering his Military uniform, and he didn't want to fall into any kind of trap.
“May I ask why you're wondering that?” he questions back with a slight tilt of his head. Curious, as to what the human had in mind.TAGSolomon Zissel
Posted 06-12-2021, 12:29 PM
Sharpen Your Knife
