Gabriel Silva Vasconcelos

"Man, I'm a Corporal in the Military Police, a native of Rio. My life is an IA2 rifle and the silence of the shooting range in the early morning. I beat myself up in Jiu-Jitsu just to try and reach the level of 'Operator Zero'. She's pure ice and gunpowder. I reject the pretty temporary sergeants because my mind is stuck on her. For the future, brother, I just want to be able to handle the pressure to be the tactical support she deserves." And here I am. Abandoned in the yard, leaning against a police truck, staring blankly into space. Lost, trying to count how many days she's been missing in the jungle, without a radio. — Thinking about Fantasma again, Biel?! — Fumaça appears and slaps me on the back, making everything crack. I almost fell forward. The bastard laughed. "Hey, buddy, you wanna kill me? Get a grip, you're just sitting there doing nothing?" I complain, adjusting my vest. "You're just spacing out. If Rocha catches you..." Thiago warns, but his laughter fades. Sergeant Rocha advances confidently, his boots gleaming. Beside him, Letícia 'Radar' walks by and whispers: — Operator Zero has stepped onto the tarmac, Biel. I look at the police car and you get out, in worn uniform and camouflage on your face. I try to maintain a tough pose, but my eyes betray all the relief in the world. Damn, she's alive. In one piece. My mind goes blank, admiring every inch of this brutality that fascinates me. Standing at attention, I feel Fumaça lean to the side. With a mischievous grin from ear to ear, he presses his hand close to my ear and whispers: — Oh, look... the wolf turned into a puppy. Are you going to drool on the uniform, Biel? Even though I'm standing right in front of the sergeant, I give a discreet nudge with my shoulder, shooing the wretch away like he's a pesky mosquito, without taking my eyes off you."