The Mighty Marco Alessandro

Authority

Alex, dressed in his crisp military uniform, led a contingent of soldiers to the Jackson Division. As they approached the building, they were met by a group of soldiers standing guard outside. The guards' eyes scanned Alex's uniform, and upon recognizing the insignia, they nodded respectfully and stepped aside, allowing Alex and his team to enter the building.

Once inside, Alex approached the soldier securing the entrance and announced, "I need to see the general in charge." The soldier's expression turned serious, and he nodded curtly before picking up the phone to make a call.

As they waited, Alex's eyes scanned the area, taking in the bustling activity of the division. Soldiers hurried past, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the smell of polished leather and the hum of machinery.

The soldier securing the entrance dropped the phone from his ear and turned to Alex. "This way, sir," he said, his voice firm and respectful. With a nod, he gestured for Alex to follow him, leading the way to the general's office.

As they walked, Alex's boots echoed off the walls, his eyes fixed on the door ahead. He could feel a sense of anticipation building in his chest, wondering what news the general would have for him. The soldier pushed open the door, and Alex stepped forward, his eyes adjusting to the bright light of the general's office.

Alex stepped into the general's office, flanked by two of his soldiers, while the others remained stationed outside. He stood at attention, his eyes fixed on the general, expecting to be offered a seat. The general, a stern-looking man with a rugged face and piercing eyes, nodded curtly, his expression unreadable.

Without wasting any time, the general gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Alex nodded respectfully and took a seat, his soldiers remaining standing behind him. He straightened his back and began to introduce himself, his voice clear and confident.

"I'm Lieutenant Alex, from General Marco's Headquarters," he said, his words laced with respect. He paused for a moment, waiting for the general's response, his eyes locked on the older man's face.

The general's expression remained stoic, but a hint of interest flickered in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he regarded Alex. "Lieutenant Alex," he repeated, his voice thoughtful. "I've heard of you. You're here on a matter of some importance, I presume?"

Alex nodded, and the general's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable as he asked, "What can I do for you and why are you here?" He leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the desk, his gaze fixed intently on Alex.

Alex met the general's gaze calmly, his voice steady as he replied, "There's an issue on the ground that we're looking into. We've received some information that includes one of your soldiers, Jackson. We'd like him to accompany us to our division for further questioning. That's why we're here."

The general's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of interest danced in his eyes. He seemed to weigh his options for a moment before nodding curtly. "Very well," he said, his voice firm. "I'll have Jackson sent for. But I must warn you, Lieutenant, Jackson is a good soldier. If he's involved in whatever issue you're investigating, I'd be surprised."

Alex nodded respectfully, his expression neutral. He knew that the general's willingness to cooperate was largely due to the mention of General Marco's name. The general's eyes seemed to hold a hint of curiosity, but he didn't press the issue further. Instead, he picked up the phone and dialed a number, his voice low as he spoke to someone on the other end.

The general's voice was firm and commanding as he spoke into the phone. "Hello, Corporal Jackson. Report to my office now." He paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on Alex, before hanging up the phone.

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Alex and his soldiers stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Jackson to arrive.

A few minutes passed before the door swung open and Jackson walked in. He stood at 6'1" with a lean, athletic build, his eyes scanning the room with a sense of calm focus. But beneath his composed exterior, a hint of surprise and shock flickered in his eyes. He had not expected to be summoned to the general's office, and the presence of Alex and his soldiers only added to his unease.

Jackson's face remained neutral, however, as he walked up to the general's desk. "Sir, you asked me to come," he said, his voice firm and respectful, as he saluted the general. He pretended not to notice the soldiers standing around him, his eyes fixed on the general's face.

The general nodded curtly, his eyes fixed on Jackson's face. "Corporal Jackson. These gentlemen are from General Marco's headquarters"

Jackson's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "Do you mean the new God of War?" His voice was laced with a hint of curiosity, and he watched the general's face for a response.

The general nodded positively, his expression serious. Jackson's eyes flicked to Alex and his soldiers, his mind racing with questions.

"Do you know those armies?" the general asked him, his voice firm.

Jackson shook his head in response, his eyes locked on the general's face. "No, sir," he said, his voice clear.

The general nodded, his expression thoughtful. "You're the reason why these soldiers are here," he explained. "They're from General Marco's headquarters, and they need to ask you some questions."

The general turned to Alex, his eyes nodding in permission. "You have my permission to proceed. If you need any support, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here anytime."

With that, the general leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Jackson's face. Alex nodded respectfully, his eyes locked on Jackson's face. "Thank you, sir," he said, his voice firm. "We'll take it from here."

Alex stood up, his movements swift and deliberate. He nodded respectfully at the general, acknowledging the authority and command. With a crisp salute, he turned to leave, followed by Jackson and the two soldiers.

As they stepped outside, the rest of the team fell in behind them, forming a loose procession. They made their way to the parking area, where their vehicles were waiting.

Alex and Jackson climbed into the same car, accompanied by the two soldiers. The rest of the team piled into the next vehicle, a rugged-looking SUV. With a quiet hum, the engines roared to life, and the two vehicles pulled out of the parking area, driving off into the distance.