WRATH OF GOD

CHAPTER THREE PART TWO.

As the two boarded the vast cylindrical machine, Honda couldn't bear not looking out through the glass of the elevator. He watched as the elevator rose, and he did with it. He got a better few of the metallic horizons and it's inhabitants but before he knew it, they had reached their destined floor. "Never seen anything like it, huh?" Deimos asked. Honda shook his head as they walked through the open elevator doors. "Hah... I remember when I first came here. We all shared your reaction at one point." He exclaimed with a bit of wonder.

As they made their way down the industrial corridor, Honda could hear Deimos say something under his breath. "It's wonderful what we can do when..." Honda didn't hear anything else.

Deimos abruptly stopped at a pair of sliding mechanical doors. He turned his head to Honda. "This might take a while, pal." He warned. Honda noticed a strange little... thing, on the wall next to the doors. He couldn't quite describe it. It was like a door handle without the handle, and in its place a small red light. Deimos tapped his finger on the weird thing and spoke.

"Sir, I've got an urgent matter to bring to your attention." Deimos said in a strangely formal manner, one Honda hadn't heard or really even expected to hear him speak in. As soon as Deimos finished his sentence, the door opened. Deimos glanced at Honda and he could only see what could be described as reverence in his eyes before he looked back towards the open doors and stepped in.

The room was strangely lit. The light was harsh, azure and contrasting against the shadow that seldom filled it. Infront of the two stood a desk, and at that desk sat a man. This man's appearance struck something deep inside Honda. An almost aggressive will. The man was dressed in standard Japanese military uniform, fit for a war general. He took off his hat and stood up to approach Honda, his eyes covered in shadow.

He extended his hand outward to Honda. "You must be a new applicant to join the force, hm? I am Commander Sakurai. Pleasure to meet you." The man said honourably. Honda did not shake his hand, instead looking him in the eyes. After maybe ten seconds of silence, the man spoke again to Honda. "Are you alright?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Honda could not answer him.

"It's alright pal, I'll do the talking." Deimos proposed. "This here is... Honda. I met him on the way coming back from my most recent mission. He's told me some real interesting things, so I figured I'd bring him along here and see if he could be applied to join the team." Deimos explained. The General put his hands behind his back. "Interesting things? Like what?" He asked callously. "Honda here tells me he's from Japan, and that he's lived there for quite some time." The General became surprised. "Is that true, Mr. Honda?" He asked. Honda seemed to have snapped out of it. "... Yes." He replied softly. "Japan... as in, the wasteland filled with zero survivors of the War? That lawless domain of the Kaiju?" He asked again, this time sounding as if he were in disbelief. "Yes. Each day I endured countless attacks from Kaiju and other threats. Recently I even encountered the first Kaiju." Honda replied. He didn't know it was uncommon for people not to share his living conditions. Then again he didn't know if people were alive to even have any conditions for living.

"This is outrageous. I am willing to accept you to our force, Mr. Honda, but I will need to see a bit of proof to your prowess. And I have just the task for you." The General told him fairly. Honda took one step back. "And that is?" He asked curiously. "You are to escort a woman named Minori Furukawa. She is working with us to develope information based on Kaiju biology. She's one of our brightest, but she talks a fair bit. Don't tell her I said that, though." The General said with a subtle scoff. "So you're telling me that because you don't believe me, I've gotta babysit some girl who doesn't know how to shut up?" As soon as Honda said this, he felt a brisk wind behind him and heard the sliding doors open. He turned to face it. In the doorway stood a short woman dressed in a shiny orange coat with a dull blue shirt.

"I think you'll find that we'll get along just nicely, Mr. Honda." She said.