"Are you the man responsible for this note?"
There was actually a part of him, the idealistic remnant of his former self, that yearned to believe in the U.S. military's goodwill, to place his trust in individuals like Captain Carter, and to consider revealing the truth and working together for a more advantageous third round and beyond. However, the persistent questioning from Captain Carter and the implication that he was the one responsible only solidified his determination to protect his identity.
Despite the secrets he had shared and the good he had done to save lives, Alan understood that people would always feared the unknown. They were most likely unable to accept the truth that he had been sent back in time by extraterrestrial beings to participate and cheat their own deadly game. The most probable outcome, in his eyes, would involve being labeled as brainwashed by these alien entities, leading to his capture, interrogation, and a permanent lack of trust.
As a result, Alan had prepared a carefully crafted response. He continued to feign deep interest in the document, and then flashed a warm smile at Captain Carter. "This is truly remarkable, Captain," he remarked, his tone filled with admiration. "I must admit that I can't take credit for such a scientific masterpiece."
The unexpected term "scientific" in his response caught Captain Carter off guard. Her expression shifted to one of curiosity and confusion as she asked, "Scientific?"
Alan embarked on an explanation, his tone measured and confident. "Well, Captain, in the realm of science, we often seek answers through numbers, drawing upon probability and deductive reasoning to unravel the mysteries before us. I'm sure you're familiar with these principles."
With an earnestness that mirrored his passion for science, Alan began to elucidate his methodology. He described how he had meticulously studied the patterns and outcomes of the previous games, using probability and deductive logic to forecast the unfolding of the next game. He recounted how the food penalty in the second round had been something he and a young player on his team, Kenny, had both predicted. This had led him to purchase potato seeds in preparation.
Alan went on to explain his approach to identifying the weapon storage, which had emerged as part of an invasion scenario. When he heard about the WMD and its potential radiation threat, he quickly calculated that players would need protection. Thus, he reasoned that gas masks, which were commonly found in fire stations, would be essential.
There was a brief pause as the captain absorbed the information, her expression pensive. Before she could articulate her thoughts, Alan interjected, his voice tinged with a sense of introspection. "You may be wondering how a science teacher like me could undertake all of this. I must admit, I surprised myself. But I can confidently say that the driving force behind it all was the sheer willpower of a desperate man."
The captain had read about Alan, his late wife, and his ailing daughter. It was indeed the truth that these two individuals had served as Alan's primary motivation to triumph in the game.
Despite her initial skepticism, the totality of Alan's argument and the undeniable logic behind it began to sway Captain Carter's opinion. However, Captain Carter was no pushover; she had risen to her position through a combination of smarts and a cautious disposition. She couldn't be swayed easily. Alan needed one more piece of persuasive rhetoric to seal the deal.
He chose his words carefully, allowing his thoughts and emotions to flow freely. "It's possible that the person who wrote this note employed the same principles of probability and deduction," he proposed. "And even if it wasn't the case, if this note is part of some kind of twisted plot or jest by the aliens... would that really be a bad thing? Personally, I would seize any advantage, any opportunity, and I would strike a deal with the devil if it meant saving more lives, especially my daughter's life."
This emotional outburst laid bare Alan's genuine feelings about the dire situation he faced. His unfiltered admission of truth resonated with Captain Carter, providing the final piece of the puzzle that satisfied her doubts.
She couldn't help but smile, a combination of understanding and acceptance in her gaze. "Alan, I agree with you," she conceded. "Given the remarkable accuracy of this note, whoever authored it, I plan to rely on its guidance once again in the upcoming round."
With her agreement, Alan's identity remained a well-guarded secret, and Captain Carter's doubts were effectively put to rest, at least for now.
"Now, for your reward," she began, "as you heard from the debriefing, I have one vacant company leader position... What do you think, Alan? I plan to grant you this authority—to lead your own company."
Captain Carter's offer hung in the air, and the room fell into a contemplative silence. It was an unprecedented proposal, one that defied the usual military hierarchy and protocol. Typically, in the event of a commander's demise, the second-in-command would step into the vacant leadership role, maintaining the established chain of command. The idea of an outsider, especially someone with no formal military background like Alan, taking on such a pivotal position was highly unconventional.
As the captain elaborated on her plan, it became apparent that her intentions were equally unconventional. She envisioned the new company being composed of non-military personnel, with the Wolverines, bolstered by their rising popularity, playing a central role. Captain Carter emphasized that Alan's unique abilities, including his analytical skills and problem-solving acumen, could make him an effective leader for this diverse group. Her vision was one of adaptability and independence, where his company could operate with flexibility to maximize their chances of success in the game.
Captain Carter then posed the pivotal question to Alan, her eyes fixed on him as she waited for his response. "What do you think, Alan? Are you interested in assuming this role?"
Alan couldn't help but let out a sigh as he considered the offer. While it might seem like a reward to some, he knew that leading a larger company came with greater responsibilities and complexities. His experience had taught him the value of a close-knit, efficient team, and he had no intention of expanding beyond what he could effectively manage.
"With all due respect, Captain," Alan began, "I appreciate the offer, but I lack the experience required for such a position. It would be in the best to select a capable leader from one of your marines"
The captain responded with a warm smile "Tell me, Alan, have you ever considered the difference between you and one of my Marines? What does it truly mean to be a Marine?"
Alan found himself at a loss for words, his brows furrowing as he pondered the question.
"Being a Marine is a commitment to protect those who are weaker or unable to protect themselves. What you did with your militia is exactly what a Marine should do. I am confident that you are perfect for the job."
Alan's mind whirred with thoughts and possibilities. The captain's words had stirred something within him, something that made him realize that his commitment to protecting others went beyond personal gain or rewards. It became evident that, at the end of the day, Alan would prioritize the safety and well-being of others over the game rewards.
With the authority granted to him as a company leader, Alan could now carry out both objectives more efficiently. He envisioned leveraging military resources and information to tackle the increasingly challenging quests in the game.
However, he knew that the success of any mission depended on the team he would lead. With only three days left until the next round, Alan needed the flexibility to choose his own team members wisely. He voiced this request to the captain, who readily agreed, recognizing the importance of having a cohesive and capable team.
With a smile, the captain sealed the deal. "I guess it's settled then. You will lead our fourth company, the Wolverines Company." She couldn't help but be amused by the unique name Alan's team had adopted.
"if there is nothing else, you are excuse"
Alan couldn't help but bring up one last matter. With a somewhat mischievous tone, he said, "Hmm, actually, ...there's the matter of the potatoes that the army hasn't paid for."
The captain's response was a silent, intrigued pause.
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