Snitch

The scarring across his mouth was because he refused to be a snitch. Some Security officers had caught him during a botched raid for fresh water and they tried to get him to reveal the names of his fellow Rebels. Chauncey had refused to do this and was rewarded with a knife in his mouth, slashing open the corners of his mouth. A kick in the stomach made him cry out loudly, tearing the wounds wide open and he was then dumped back into the City, his wounds bleeding and left untreated.

Chauncey had suffered for refusing to snitch on his Brothers…but that didn't mean he never snitched when he felt it was justified. Brother Chen had rules for how the Rebels were supposed to conduct themselves and Chauncey took special care to keep his eyes open for anyone who broke those rules. Those who broke small ones were reported to Brother Chen. Those who broke the bigger ones…the serious ones…he reported to Brother Chen and then his friend Operative over on the Security side of things.

He was slowly starting to become aware of the increasing number of his Brothers attacking innocent people and it worried him greatly. He went out of his way to find out the names of those who had attacked Operative's lover Donny and he personally told the scarred Medic who they were and what they looked like, knowing that Brother Chen had been enraged when he heard about the unprovoked chemical attack on the Security Medic.

What had happened recently however, was far worse than a member of Security being heavily scarred and disfigured. A small group had decided to take the fight to an officer's family…they used a mustard gas grenade and according to Operative; they murdered a five year old little girl. Chauncey's stomach had twisted at this and immediately he set to work to find out their names and the first thing he did was tell Brother Chen.

No one had seen Brother Chen so angry before. The man had personally gone right to the shacks of those who killed the child and he beat them with his signature bat within an inch of their lives, screaming and cursing the entire time that they were NOT terrorists.

When he was finished, he took Chauncey aside, still breathing heavily from the exertion of beating several full grown men with a wooden bat. "Chauncey, I want you to lead these men on a raid," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"A raid, Bruvver? Ya mean the usual one?" Chauncey asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"You know what kind I am talking about."

"Oh aye…the kind where I come back an' they…git themselves killed by Security," Chauncey laughed with a nod of his head.

"Precisely."

"I gotcha covered, Bruvver. You kin count on me, mate!"

***

"Tell yer mate tha' 'e's gonna git 'is chance ta kill the men wha' killed 'is little girl." Operative acknowledged this information with a simple cocking of his eyebrow. The member of Security was leaning against a brick wall beside an old abandoned store, his arms crossed over his chest. Beside the wall there was an alleyway and it was here that Chauncey was feeding him information.

"That was fast," he pointed out.

"Aye, well Bruvver Chen was bloody livid when 'e found ou' wha' 'appened ta tha' little girl, mate. 'e beat the shite outta 'em in front o' everybody as a warnin'."

"I think some squads are going to send a warning of their own to your families," Operative warned him gently.

"I figgered as much…well I'll make sure Chen knows sos we kin prepare fer tha'. In the mean time…Chen is gonna 'ave me lead a mission on a raid…an' guess who my team is gonna be made up of?"

"…I'll let them know what to do," Operative promised.

"So…you go' any presents for yer ol' mate Rebel then?" With a soft laugh, Operative shook his head and he calmly dropped a small bag of water bottles on the floor, letting them roll out and into the alley. Chauncey immediately snatched them up and he laughed. "Yer a bloody Santa Claus!"

"And you're the best Snitch around."

"Aww yer too kind," Chauncey laughed and with that he was off, dashing back to the City.