All Part of the Job

As I walked into the main building, I saw many things. There were a lot of people of varying ages hurrying around, going about their business. There were guide signs hanging in a couple of places. There was what looked like a reception desk at the other end of the very large main room I found myself in. Behind the desk there was a large silhouette of a werewolf howling painted on the wall. Other than these things the room was too bland and colorless. It was boring looking. Standing next to the desk was Kyra. Once I had spotted her I made my way over, fighting through the extreme traffic in the room. I had to push a couple people out of my way, receiving many angry rants along the way, but I reached my destination.
Once Kyra realized I was next to her, she grew an angry look on her face, “Finally! We have more important things to do besides talking to the newbies. We have an appointment to keep with the General,” She glimpsed at her wristwatch quickly, “and we’re late! C’mon!” She grabbed me by the wrist and then proceeded to drag me through the building. Despite my protests the dragging continued. This was humiliating; I was stumbling and trying to get my feet back under me. A girl so much smaller than me was pulling both of our weights while running to her destination. Despite her size, she was surprisingly strong.
Eventually I felt the dragging stop and righted myself. I wrenched my arm from Kyra’s grasp and growling. She shrunk down while whimpering. I immediately felt bad for my actions. “Listen, Kyra, that was very rude. I am a grown man; I think I can walk on my own two legs without help” I said as if scolding a child.
She stopped whimpering but still looked at me timidly, “Sorry.” She then knocked on the door she had dragged me to. A gruff looking man with grey hair answered the door and looked at me; we were immediately invited in.
Before he could walk to his desk in the corner of the room I asked, “You’re the general?”
His answer was immediate, “I am….” That was all I needed.
I walked in front of him and he stopped. He looked like he was about to question why I had stopped him but he didn’t get the chance. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him against the wall where there were faint cracking sounds heard. “Your negligence to train your agents could have gotten someone killed! On our way here we ran into a band of vampires looking for a snack. Explain yourself before I decide that ridding the world of you would keep more people alive!”
He looked extremely scared despite looking like a rather experienced werewolf. His words, when they came out, were fumbled, “I-I j-just thought that once she got to y-you that you could handle anything that would attack you!”
I pushed him into the wall further and yelled in his face, “Assumptions are what get people killed!” I grew disgusted with him and he was left to fall from the dent in the wall I had put him in. Shivered at the sheer venom in my tone when I said, “I don’t know who gave you command but I plan on fixing this rather grievous mistake.” I then removed him and escorted Kyra from the room. I pulled the duffle bag from my back and retrieved my helmet and outfit, quickly putting on both, and walked out of the room. I retraced my steps while barely realizing the fact that the General and Kyra were following me, trying to keep up. I ended up back at the front desk in the main room. I got the attention of one of the attendants, “Excuse me miss, could you get me a direct line to command?”
The reputation of this mask preceded itself because she looked surprised and stunned at the same time. “S-sure” she said dazedly. She picked up the land line, dialed a number and handed it to me.
After a moment someone picked up and waited for me to say something, probably just in case it wasn’t a werewolf who had called. I whispered, “Cain” and waiting music started playing, to which I sighed. Almost as bad as elevator music.
A few moments more and I actually heard a voice, “Simon?”
“Who else? The general you put in command of the forces in the United States isn’t fit for it. Send me someone who knows what they are doing. ” With those last words I hung the phone up. I turned away from the desk to realize that the people who had been going about their business before I came in were now stopped and looking at me in shock. With nothing else to do, I addressed the mass of people, “Attention! The current general was too careless with his command and has thus lost it, expect a new one soon. Until then I will fill in as acting general.” After my speech I walked back to the general’s office with Kyra in tow. Once we were in and the door was locked, I took my helmet off and set it on the desk.
Barely a whisper from next to me, Kyra said, “W-why?”
To which I responded, “One of the leading causes of death in the wars I have taken part in had always been negligence. I won’t allow it to happen any longer. I, personally, feel it is a part of my job to do what I can to protect people whether it is werewolves, humans, vampires, soldiers, and citizens; Doesn’t matter who. If balance isn’t why I’m immortal then I’d love to know why any god, if there is one, would play such a wicked joke on one of their subjects.” Done with my speech, I looked at the paperwork on the desk and began sorting it. Once I had sorted them I began filling them out.