Theodore took Necron's hand, though hesitantly. "I hate you, let's make that clear, but I agree that you are the only one doing things for this world. The only one hoping to make change in this ****ed world. got it?" he rebutted, "I can delay them very easily, but I don't think they trust me, I can walk with them, listen in on them, but hesitantly."Ammar wrote:Necron
"Glad to see you remember me. After all, I made you who you are. A man deciding his own fate, as well as the fate of others. It would be such a waste to let such decitions go to waste, especially with the ability to win someone's trust. This is why I want to employ your service. You see, I have a plan, but I bet that the Romans do as well. I want you to relay any new details that come up to our allies. I want you to delay our opponent's advance by any means necessary." He then reached out his hand. "Do you accept?"
Theodore walked away from Necron, with suitcase in hand. That, and I still don't know if I can trust you, he thought.
He made himself to his home, a large 2 story with a garage. He made his way to the workshop, and found a large trunk. The key for it he placed on a necklace. He carefully removed the necklace and unlocked it. Inside was a large katana, from a long, long time ago. The blade had not dulled, it was his treasured sword. "let the games begin," he said.
He made his way to the Roman League...