163 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 1 (1/2)

Tuesday, 25th of June 2021. SDC Main Base 1700 Hours.

Two figures with a standard-issue woodland uniform were in the upper platform of the main base. Patrick sat down on the floor of the upper deck of the main base. His eyes were directed at the sunset on that blue sea. He took a rest with Lynn on that upper deck.

”How was it?” Lynn caressed Patrick's back.

”Well, it was an easy day compared to our usual nature of the operation,” Patrick said.

”I see,” Lynn said as she was fiddling around with her PDA. She wanted to check on the item that was available to be developed due to the advancement in the team.

[Improved 5.56 Ammo LV.1]

5.56 ammo that has been tapered with better combustible material. Increasing the pressure in the bullet casing and increasing the velocity of the bullet itself. Increasing the effectiveness of 5.56 bullet by 30%

[Develop?] [YES|NO]

Lynn clicked the yes button and the development of the bullet started. It had a timer. The timer indicated the estimated time of completion. Meanwhile, Patrick would enjoy the afternoon with Lynn on the top deck.

”So... We've made it this far eh?” Patrick said.

”Yeah, I can't believe this either,” Lynn said.

Both of them had placed an alcoholic beverage between both of them. They wanted to be dead drunk for the first time. They had requested help from Aline in case they had the worst hangover of the history of the newly founded SDC.

The alcoholic drinks were vodka and whiskey. Both were very strong. There were two shot glasses between the bottle.

”Ok, which one we should open first?” Patrick asked.

”Whiskey.” Lynn opened the bottle of whiskey and poured one shot at the glass.

Patrick grabbed a glass and he sipped it slowly. The pungent smell of Ethanol immediately hit his nose. Patrick felt uncomfortable, but seeing Lynn gulped down one glass in one single strike made him question his manliness. He did the same thing.

As the liquid touched his throat, the burning sensation from the alcohol immediately got on his nerve. Meanwhile, Lynn had poured another shot at her glass.

”What's the matter, Patrick? I thought you are used to drinking beers in the boarding house with Alex.” Lynn said as she poured her whiskey at the glass.

”Nah, give me some of that,” Patrick said.

Lynn poured the whiskey on Patrick's glass and Patrick sipped the whiskey. The burning sensation of the alcohol was still there, but his body felt warmer because of the alcohol. Lynn poured another one at his glass and Patrick forcefully drunk it since he didn't want to be seen as weak in front of Lynn.

He gulped down another glass down his throat and he had felt a bit dizzy. There were two suns on his eyes. He had been poisoned by the alcohol. However, Lynn still continued to drink the alcohol shamelessly.

'Hmm, I'd rather be dead drunk as well than letting her got too drunk that she could no longer walk.' Patrick opened the bottle of Vodka. The bottle opening process produced two cracks and Patrick started chugging down the vodka down his throat.

The vodka burned his throat hotter than the whiskey. The alcoholic content on the vodka was way higher than the whiskey. Patrick began to chug down the vodka as if he were in a race with Lynn on that alcoholic beverage drinking contest.

The sun had come down as Patrick was still desperately trying to finish the bottle before Lynn finished her bottle of whiskey. The moons had appeared on the horizon. There were two moons in their eyes. Patrick had finished half the bottle, but Lynn still led the competition since there were ⅛ of the bottle content remaining on her bottle.

Patrick rushed. He sucked the vodka out of the bottle to make sure that he finished that bottle before Lynn finished her whiskey.