Hufwe Makto (Avatar Fanfic) {Book One}

Chapter 13: Covert Report

A/N: Chapter 13, here we go!! So, this one will probably be short, but we may find out some information that is being kept hidden from my OC. We'll have to see. We will get to the dreams eventually. I just want to knock a couple of these chapters out before hand. Remember, I own NOTHING! Except for my OC. Also, her outfit that she wears in the Omatikaya clan in her Avatar form is in her bio.

After breakfast, we then head up to brief Quaritch on what happened, though I'm still very nervous about him.

"The Jarhead clan?" He questions Jake as he nods.

"Mm-hmm." Jake tells him. Quaritch laughs.

"And it worked?" Jake leans back in his wheelchair.

"Hey, I'm practically family. Well, we are. They're gonna study us, have to learn to be one of them."

"That's called taking the initiative, son," Quaritch says. "I wish we had ten more like you. And you two as well." He looks at Alex and I. I blink. Why me? I just followed them. Parker then gets our attention.

"Guys, just figure out what the blue monkeys want. You know, I mean, we try to give them medicine, education, roads," he explains. "But no, no, they like mud, and that wouldn't bother me, it's just that they're..." he then turns to someone.

"Hey, can you....can somebody just....Sector 12." Someone starts moving the hologram at a fast speed.

"Go, go, go," Parker says. "Stop. Stop...Rich, stop. That's...Jesus!" He then watches as the screen zooms in on the Hometree. I suck in a very small breath, crossing my arms.

"Their damn village," Parker continues, "happens to be resting on the richest unobtanium deposit within 200 klicks in any direction. I mean, look at all that cheddar!" I look at the hologram. If he really believes that this so-called unobtanium is at Hometree, he's wrong on so many levels. I blink my eyes as Jake asks,

"Well, who gets them to move?" Quaritch, who is leaning against the back of a chair, answers,

"Guess." I chuckle, and Parker gives me a look. I bite my lip.

"Something up, Indian Bitch?" He says. I blink.

"What did yah just call me?" I ask.

"Guys, no, that's enough." Quaritch says, grabbing my arm. I yank my hand away.

"No, what the hell did he just call me?! I'm talking to yah, yah no good, money-grubbing, greedy son of a bitch! Yah think yer so slimy, yah little weasel? Think yah can get away with callin' me that? News flash, pal, yah don't. I'm gonna bust yer face in, dipshit!" I lunge for him, only for Alex to pull me back.

"No, don't," he says. "That's enough. Look around." I do, out of instinct and I see that a couple of the soldiers have gotten up and are close to pulling out their guns. I grit my teeth. I can't fight these guys. I can't. I suck in air through my teeth and glare at Parker as Alex sets me down.

"Proceed." I say. Parker nods as Jake looks at Quaritch.

Jake scoffs then looks at Quaritch then at Parker. "What if they won't go?" He asks.

"Oh, I'm betting that they will." Quaritch says as he walks up to the hologram.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, hey. Look, look," Parker says as he walks closer to Jake. I narrow my eyes, but Alex keeps me in place. "Killing the indigenous looks bad, but there's one thing that shareholders hate more than bad press, and that's a bad quarterly statement. I didn't make up the rules. So just find me a carrot that'll get them to move, otherwise it's gonna have to be all stick. Okay?"