The Return (IC/OPEN)

[Chedastan]

In the countryside somewhere

Tevan moved quietly through the field. Using the tall grass to cover his approach. As he moved ever more closer, he began to hear his target and his escorts bicker as an old married couple. Tevan readied his rifle. Making it ready for what's going to happen next.

"Wait, were we suppose to turn on that road a while back?" One of the two escorts said to the other.

"Shit man I don't fucking know. I thought you know how to use that map?" The other escort said to the other.

"You're telling me that none of you fucking twits know where we are?" The target said annoyed to his escorts.

"We ah, no..." The escort sighs after saying that.

"Jesus fucking Christ. That fucker could be aiming his barrel at us right now!" The target worriedly said. As if on cue. Tevan fired his rifle. The bullet went through one of the escort's chest. That escort is now down on the ground. Bleeding and screaming.

The not downed escort fired wildly in all directions. Missing all his shots, before he was stopped because a bullet went through his neck and bleeding out. The target quickly ran for his life. Tevan took aimed and shot his target in the leg. Causing his target's movement to a literal crawl.

The target just watches as Tevan comes out of the tall grass. And brutally butchering his escorts. Tevan walked slowly over to his target.

"Go fuck yourself!" The target spat at Tevan. Tevan shot his target in the head. Killing him instantly. Tevan began to loot the bodies for supplies. And started walking back to the nearby town to collect his pay.

[Altito Asmoro]

Two jeeps are on patrol, since one of the buses failed to reached the destination point. 4 men in each jeeps and heavily armed, this is the normal patrol route for WSC patrol base.

They, in the distance, noticed a wreckage of something. They went to that place, and discovered one of the bus.

"HQ, this is Ironplate. Multiple casualties and burned bus."

"Copy that. Investigates it now. We need to find the survive, or we will be punished by GEE."

"Affirmative."

[Chedastan]

Two jeeps are on patrol, since one of the buses failed to reached the destination point. 4 men in each jeeps and heavily armed, this is the normal patrol route for WSC patrol base.

They, in the distance, noticed a wreckage of something. They went to that place, and discovered one of the bus.

"HQ, this is Ironplate. Multiple casualties and burned bus."

"Copy that. Investigates it now. We need to find the survive, or we will be punished by GEE."

"Affirmative."

Tevan had just left the town and got his pay. He's just walking through the countryside. For reasons he himself doesn't know for sure. Tevan realized that he had not gotten rid of the bodies he made from earlier. An oversight from his part. But no matter, as someone will find the three bodies eventually and most likely disposed of them.

[Altito Asmoro]

Two jeeps are on patrol, since one of the buses failed to reached the destination point. 4 men in each jeeps and heavily armed, this is the normal patrol route for WSC patrol base.

They, in the distance, noticed a wreckage of something. They went to that place, and discovered one of the bus.

"HQ, this is Ironplate. Multiple casualties and burned bus."

"Copy that. Investigates it now. We need to find the survive, or we will be punished by GEE."

"Affirmative."

Tevan had just left the town and got his pay. He's just walking through the countryside. For reasons he himself doesn't know for sure. Tevan realized that he had not gotten rid of the bodies he made from earlier. An oversight from his part. But no matter, as someone will find the three bodies eventually and most likely disposed of them.

The jeeps still intact, with 3 men guarded it, while the others left to town for some investigations. As they walked to, they noticed some people, lying in blood. Dead

"The bandits? Common thing. Perhaps we can interrogate one of them."

"Look, Captain! That man, afar from here, has a gun with him. Perhaps he is our target." The 5 men formed a defensive formation, with one of them with the sniper rifle, aimed at him.

In a second or more, a bullet fly right to the man...

[Cadia]

Mike didn't accept the beverage, instead continuing on into his book. The various looks at the people around the fire were those of a strange mix of confusion, despair, and hopefulness; Not things I expected from those who just walked away from a car crash he thought. The sound of a radio was off in the distance, playing some sort of vile, discordant pop tune. Stretching his one arm, he thought of all the ska tunes he had played in the bars around London. He began to hum the tune to Rat Race, returning to his book to enjoy the relatively quiet area of the camp.

[Chedastan]

Tevan had just left the town and got his pay. He's just walking through the countryside. For reasons he himself doesn't know for sure. Tevan realized that he had not gotten rid of the bodies he made from earlier. An oversight from his part. But no matter, as someone will find the three bodies eventually and most likely disposed of them.

The jeeps still intact, with 3 men guarded it, while the others left to town for some investigations. As they walked to, they noticed some people, lying in blood. Dead

"The bandits? Common thing. Perhaps we can interrogate one of them."

"Look, Captain! That man, afar from here, has a gun with him. Perhaps he is our target." The 5 men formed a defensive formation, with one of them with the sniper rifle, aimed at him.

In a second or more, a bullet fly right to the man...

"Fuck!" Tevan yelled as he hit the ground. Trying to take cover from the sniper with the tall grass. "Stop your fire goddammit! Friendly!" Tevan yelled at them.

[Altito Asmoro]

The jeeps still intact, with 3 men guarded it, while the others left to town for some investigations. As they walked to, they noticed some people, lying in blood. Dead

"The bandits? Common thing. Perhaps we can interrogate one of them."

"Look, Captain! That man, afar from here, has a gun with him. Perhaps he is our target." The 5 men formed a defensive formation, with one of them with the sniper rifle, aimed at him.

In a second or more, a bullet fly right to the man...

"Fuck!" Tevan yelled as he hit the ground. Trying to take cover from the sniper with the tall grass. "Stop your fire goddammit! Friendly!" Tevan yelled at them.

The men moved forward, with occasional 3-burst shot to their target, while the sniper and another men took another route to the woods, there maybe some bandits there.

"Sir, surrender yourself! We know you are bandit and responsible for the death of this people here. If you're not, however, we may need your help. State your identity and your mission in here!"

[Lancearc]

The man's cheery attitude seemed to fade very quickly at the silence which followed his question, he glancing about the area of the campfire with near rage. The men that had escorted the survivors of the bus crash to the camp seemed now to be fearful themselves. Their leader did one last sweep of the area, before shouting. "GET THEM ON THEIR KNEES!" was the command that rose from his lungs, and at that moment each of the highwaymen took a prisoner and roughly tossed them into the dirt, spilling most of their beer mugs in the process. "I AM GRACIOUS ENOUGH TO LET YOU LIVE AND BRING YOU SHELTER AND DRINKS, I EXPECT TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED!"

The bandits had their weapons jammed into the back of their captives' heads, the bandit leader crouching to gaze eye level with Mike. "So what is your question, because surely you can think of something when your life depends on it, right?" the man asked quietly, jamming his own pistol into Mike's forehead threateningly.

[Cadia]

The man's cheery attitude seemed to fade very quickly at the silence which followed his question, he glancing about the area of the campfire with near rage. The men that had escorted the survivors of the bus crash to the camp seemed now to be fearful themselves. Their leader did one last sweep of the area, before shouting. "GET THEM ON THEIR KNEES!" was the command that rose from his lungs, and at that moment each of the highwaymen took a prisoner and roughly tossed them into the dirt, spilling most of their beer mugs in the process. "I AM GRACIOUS ENOUGH TO LET YOU LIVE AND BRING YOU SHELTER AND DRINKS, I EXPECT TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED!"

The bandits had their weapons jammed into the back of their captives' heads, the bandit leader crouching to gaze eye level with Mike. "So what is your question, because surely you can think of something when your life depends on it, right?" the man asked quietly, jamming his own pistol into Mike's forehead threateningly.

Mike remained cool under the current situation, though he had jumped from his skin on the inside. "Indeed: Do you happen to have any good books around here? I've only brought two, and I've almost finished the second one." he said calmly, not attempting to agitate the homicidal bandit currently aiming a pistol at his forehead. "I assume a man such as yourself would be a fan of literature."

[Chedastan]

"Fuck!" Tevan yelled as he hit the ground. Trying to take cover from the sniper with the tall grass. "Stop your fire goddammit! Friendly!" Tevan yelled at them.

The men moved forward, with occasional 3-burst shot to their target, while the sniper and another men took another route to the woods, there maybe some bandits there.

"Sir, surrender yourself! We know you are bandit and responsible for the death of this people here. If you're not, however, we may need your help. State your identity and your mission in here!"

Tevan rised from his cover. Hands behind his head. "Tevan Venva. Independent freelancer. And yes I did killed those men. But the bastards that I killed were horrible people. David Linch was a rapist that had raped my contractor's daughter in the nearby town. He payed me to kill that fucker and his hired thugs. So you see, this is all legit." Tevan said.

[Lancearc]

The man's cheery attitude seemed to fade very quickly at the silence which followed his question, he glancing about the area of the campfire with near rage. The men that had escorted the survivors of the bus crash to the camp seemed now to be fearful themselves. Their leader did one last sweep of the area, before shouting. "GET THEM ON THEIR KNEES!" was the command that rose from his lungs, and at that moment each of the highwaymen took a prisoner and roughly tossed them into the dirt, spilling most of their beer mugs in the process. "I AM GRACIOUS ENOUGH TO LET YOU LIVE AND BRING YOU SHELTER AND DRINKS, I EXPECT TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED!"

The bandits had their weapons jammed into the back of their captives' heads, the bandit leader crouching to gaze eye level with Mike. "So what is your question, because surely you can think of something when your life depends on it, right?" the man asked quietly, jamming his own pistol into Mike's forehead threateningly.

Mike remained cool under the current situation, though he had jumped from his skin on the inside. "Indeed: Do you happen to have any good books around here? I've only brought two, and I've almost finished the second one." he said calmly, not attempting to agitate the homicidal bandit currently aiming a pistol at his forehead. "I assume a man such as yourself would be a fan of literature."

"An excellent question." the man said, returning to his previous jolly and hospitable state. "It depends on what you find appealing really, but I personally enjoyed The Hunchback of Notre Dame. A very powerful piece for its time, speaking out against the power the church held. Heresy, to the highest degree." the man chuckled, returning the pistol to its holster as he produced a copy of Victor Hugo's novel,incredibly well preserved. "If you choose this one do treat it airy great care."

[Cadia]

Mike remained cool under the current situation, though he had jumped from his skin on the inside. "Indeed: Do you happen to have any good books around here? I've only brought two, and I've almost finished the second one." he said calmly, not attempting to agitate the homicidal bandit currently aiming a pistol at his forehead. "I assume a man such as yourself would be a fan of literature."

"An excellent question." the man said, returning to his previous jolly and hospitable state. "It depends on what you find appealing really, but I personally enjoyed The Hunchback of Notre Dame. A very powerful piece for its time, speaking out against the power the church held. Heresy, to the highest degree." the man chuckled, returning the pistol to its holster as he produced a copy of Victor Hugo's novel,incredibly well preserved. "If you choose this one do treat it airy great care."

Mike breathed a small sigh of relief, and showed the cover of his book to the leader. "What a coincidence, I too have a Victor Hugo novel; Les Misérables."
he mentioned, "It is, in my opinion, to be his magnum opus.". Mike grabbed the novel from the bandit leader and slowly opened it up, scanning the inner cover of the book. "I find that some of the best stories came from that time period, the French revolution and the like giving a spark to many of the novelists of the era."

[Mincaldenteans]

Thelin
Looking at the two men incredulously, she couldn't believe Mike was attempting a civil conversation to an obviously deranged man. "Did you smack the road with your face too hard or have you really lost it?" She hissed at Mike, the bandit's men had her arms held, keeping her in place like the few among them. She glared back at their 'host'.

"And what of Hunter? The guy with the serious wound? Is he to rot, or does he need to do a step dance for you in order for you to treat him? If you're not going to do anything, at least have that guy," she gestured with her head angrily at the old man who helped previously, "tend to him!"

[Lancearc]

Thelin
Looking at the two men incredulously, she couldn't believe Mike was attempting a civil conversation to an obviously deranged man. "Did you smack the road with your face too hard or have you really lost it?" She hissed at Mike, the bandit's men had her arms held, keeping her in place like the few among them. She glared back at their 'host'.

"And what of Hunter? The guy with the serious wound? Is he to rot, or does he need to do a step dance for you in order for you to treat him? If you're not going to do anything, at least have that guy," she gestured with her head angrily at the old man who helped previously, "tend to him!"

"I am sorry, but I don't exactly feel like you are being kind to your host." the man sighed, smacking Thelin across the cheek with the handle if his pistol. He turned back to the doctor with a nod, the bandits allowing the man to treat the wounded Hunter. "You act as if he is the only wounded one here. Please be considerate of others." the man finished, turning back to Mike. "So before we were so rudely interrupted, you are correct, it qualifies easily as his greatest work." the man agreed, taking a seat on a nearby crate. "Perhaps I'll take the time to reread it soon." he said to himself. "However I believe I should first teach you, miss, basic manners." he said, turning to Thelin.

[Mincaldenteans]

"I am sorry, but I don't exactly feel like you are being kind to your host." the man sighed, smacking Thelin across the cheek with the handle if his pistol. He turned back to the doctor with a nod, the bandits allowing the man to treat the wounded Hunter. "You act as if he is the only wounded one here. Please be considerate of others." the man finished, turning back to Mike. "So before we were so rudely interrupted, you are correct, it qualifies easily as his greatest work." the man agreed, taking a seat on a nearby crate. "Perhaps I'll take the time to reread it soon." he said to himself. "However I believe I should first teach you, miss, basic manners." he said, turning to Thelin.

"Oh, you mean that smack wasn't the lesson?" She spat, spittle mixed with blood landing on the floor at the foot of her captor's feet. "Really, you're too kind. However will we find it in our heart to show you our appreciation to your generosity?" Thelin sneered, struggling futilely at her guards' hold.

[Cadia]

Thelin
Looking at the two men incredulously, she couldn't believe Mike was attempting a civil conversation to an obviously deranged man. "Did you smack the road with your face too hard or have you really lost it?" She hissed at Mike, the bandit's men had her arms held, keeping her in place like the few among them. She glared back at their 'host'.

"And what of Hunter? The guy with the serious wound? Is he to rot, or does he need to do a step dance for you in order for you to treat him? If you're not going to do anything, at least have that guy," she gestured with her head angrily at the old man who helped previously, "tend to him!"

"I am sorry, but I don't exactly feel like you are being kind to your host." the man sighed, smacking Thelin across the cheek with the handle if his pistol. He turned back to the doctor with a nod, the bandits allowing the man to treat the wounded Hunter. "You act as if he is the only wounded one here. Please be considerate of others." the man finished, turning back to Mike. "So before we were so rudely interrupted, you are correct, it qualifies easily as his greatest work." the man agreed, taking a seat on a nearby crate. "Perhaps I'll take the time to reread it soon." he said to himself. "However I believe I should first teach you, miss, basic manners." he said, turning to Thelin.

Mike had to think fast.

Looking over, he saw the stranger sitting next to him was drunk. Usually I hate people like you, but you'll make this work great. he thought, an idea slowly forming in his head. "Hey pal," he said, speaking at a low volume, "Did you know that that man over there stole you watch on the bus? I saw it with my own two eyes.". The man didn't seem to notice anyone in particular, but appeared to have spotted a man with a plain watch on his wrist.

[Lancearc]

"I'd much appreciate it if you would stop using such a sarcastic to e when addressing me, especially since you're still breathing." the man implored, shaking his head slightly. "I'm going to allow all of you to rest now, but I remind you that you are loose, not free. If you try to flee we will not hesitate to kill you. I am Bradley, by the way." the man said, turning away from the fire and disappearing into the camp. His minions remained, watching their captives as they stood, noticing many tents that were apparently set up for them.

Cymitia had made her way over to Hunter, the doctor allowing her to keep his head resting gently in her lap as she ran fingers through his hair, Butters nearby lying next to his wounded master.

[Mincaldenteans]

"I'd much appreciate it if you would stop using such a sarcastic to e when addressing me, especially since you're still breathing." the man implored, shaking his head slightly. "I'm going to allow all of you to rest now, but I remind you that you are loose, not free. If you try to flee we will not hesitate to kill you. I am Bradley, by the way." the man said, turning away from the fire and disappearing into the camp. His minions remained, watching their captives as they stood, noticing many tents that were apparently set up for them.

Cymitia had made her way over to Hunter, the doctor allowing her to keep his head resting gently in her lap as she ran fingers through his hair, Butters nearby lying next to his wounded master.

Thelin rolled her eyes and pushed her guards off, not that they weren't already releasing her. She glared at them while rubbing her left arm, which seemed to be more in pain than her right. She ignored Mike, for some reason her anger had also shifted toward him, possibly because he was chummy with their captors. Moving over to Cymitia and the old man, she asked, "How's Hunter doing?"

"He'll be alright, for the time being, he needs rest and a better place to do so," the old man grumbled. Looking up at their guards, "Don't suppose you got a bed we can lie him in?"

[Lancearc]

"We've got plenty. Don't get too much blood on them." one of the nearby highwaymen replied, nodding in the direction of a larger tent and motioning for them to follow. Inside they would find a single bed that was large enough to fit four, if mattresses on the ground counted as beds. It was better than nothing at least, and the bandits had even been kind enough to provide blankets, Cymitia having promptly wrapped herself in one as night was approaching and a chill had made itself apparent.

Meanwhile, Conmor had yet to reunite with Anna. For a moment he began to wonder if she had been among the casualties back at the bus but quickly dismissed the theory - he'd spoken to her after the ambush, telling her to stay put. He only hoped that shed not run off into the woods somewhere at this point, searching about for her with growing concern.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

The meeting with Bradley was that from a sick, horrendous movie. The man, although seeming very friendly, had an eerie air around him. You couldn’t feel safe around him, as if one word could enrage them to a killing spree. Although George feared his erratic behavior and his unpredictability, he had to get some help with his shoulder. So, with some pain, he managed to raise his hand at some minion. With tact and friendliness, he tried to speak. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I’m in a bit of a pickle. There is, as a matter of fact, A PIECE OF STEEL TUBING PERTRUDING FROM MY SHOULDER!” The last words were shouted out at the top of his lungs, which made the searing pain worse. George, in turn, let out a searing scream of utter agony.

Meanwhile, a fair-haired lady drove through the roads outside London. Since the return of the Empire, the roads had been refurbished to suit the many cart riders in the area, but it was still horrible to drive on one of them. It was dodging soft spots and pools of water, a very dangerous activity. Luckily, almost no-one owned a car nowadays, and no-one was crazy enough to drive back to London in the current crisis. The lady, Daniél, just escaped from the endangered city, only just missing the bus she saw George hop on only just before. Luckily, an officer could tell her where it was heading. Daniél wasn’t going to quit anytime soon, so she just hopped back into her car and went off in search of the bus.

After driving for an hour or so, she heard a crack of thunder. Which was strange, because there had been no lightning flash before. Daniél quickly lost that train of thought, it was both raining too hard for her to see anything, and raining too hard to let her attention slip. Like an elderly lady, she watched the dangerous roads for signs of potholes, overflowing areas and broken bridges. While she was watching the road, a faint, red light appeared in the distance. Four more white, bright lights appeared soon thereafter. They looked like headlights, but were very close to the ground, like those of a jeep. She could see the rain in the hard floodlights. The faint red light came from burning pieces of bus.

Worried, she parked her car just outside of visual range, having put out her lights as soon as she saw the red light. Whatever was going on, two jeeps, three armed men and a burning bus was never a good sign. From what she could gather, there were no others near the bus meaning the passengers had been removed. That included George. Whatever was happening, the three men were certainly guarding the bus for any stragglers, and were without a doubt not of the good guys. So, accordingly, she grabbed a shotgun, a Remington 870, from the back of her car, and pumped it as silently as she could. Then, through the power of silence and under the cover of night and rain, she approached the men standing near the bus in their jeeps. Only when ridiculously close, in a bush seven meters away, she jumped up. She must have been a terrible sight to the WSC men, only there to guard the jeep. Her hairs were soaked, and hanging a bit in front of her eyes, dripping with rain. Her white tank top was wet, and revealed a white shirt underneath. She was trembling with fear and anger, and wanted nothing less than to pull the trigger on the bastards. But she resisted, and just shouted: “Where is my brother, you pieces of cattle excrement!”

[Lancearc]

The meeting with Bradley was that from a sick, horrendous movie. The man, although seeming very friendly, had an eerie air around him. You couldn’t feel safe around him, as if one word could enrage them to a killing spree. Although George feared his erratic behavior and his unpredictability, he had to get some help with his shoulder. So, with some pain, he managed to raise his hand at some minion. With tact and friendliness, he tried to speak. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I’m in a bit of a pickle. There is, as a matter of fact, A PIECE OF STEEL TUBING PERTRUDING FROM MY SHOULDER!” The last words were shouted out at the top of his lungs, which made the searing pain worse. George, in turn, let out a searing scream of utter agony.

Bradley, who had been within earshot, heard this and chuckled. "Oh, don't be such a whiner, we all get hurt every now and then." the man said, patting George's wounded shoulder in a friendly manner - either deliberately or because he was just insane. "Johnson, get the man a bed and perhaps tell one of your fellows to assist in removing the object from this man's shoulder." he ordered, one of the younger bandits nearby rushing off with a quick nod.

He'd made his way to the tent Hunter was being treated in, stepping in. "I'd advise you hurry doctor, we've many other people for you to see to today." the highwayman said, gazing down at the older man.

[Mincaldenteans]

Old Man

Grumbling, he looked at Cymitia, "You may as well leave 'im here, darling. He'll be out for a good day or two if they don't bug him, that is, or we don't get thrown some place else." Getting up, his knees popped and his back audibly creaked at the strain. He was tired and his grumbling only got louder at the sensation of it. "I could use a hand," he said to her and walked off to wherever his next patient was.

"Take me to the fella," he groused at his 'hosts' who merely gestured which way to go. Entering, his trained eye immediately found the squirming man with an unsightly protrusion out from his shoulder. "Quit fidgeting ya big girl, the doc's here to rescue that arm of yours." The old man rolled his eyes as he shoved his sleeves up and looked around for a large bucket to fill water in and some clean clothes.

"One of you dopes out there got some medical equipment?" He hollered back to Bradley and his goons.

[Altito Asmoro]

The meeting with Bradley was that from a sick, horrendous movie. The man, although seeming very friendly, had an eerie air around him. You couldn’t feel safe around him, as if one word could enrage them to a killing spree. Although George feared his erratic behavior and his unpredictability, he had to get some help with his shoulder. So, with some pain, he managed to raise his hand at some minion. With tact and friendliness, he tried to speak. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I’m in a bit of a pickle. There is, as a matter of fact, A PIECE OF STEEL TUBING PERTRUDING FROM MY SHOULDER!” The last words were shouted out at the top of his lungs, which made the searing pain worse. George, in turn, let out a searing scream of utter agony.

Meanwhile, a fair-haired lady drove through the roads outside London. Since the return of the Empire, the roads had been refurbished to suit the many cart riders in the area, but it was still horrible to drive on one of them. It was dodging soft spots and pools of water, a very dangerous activity. Luckily, almost no-one owned a car nowadays, and no-one was crazy enough to drive back to London in the current crisis. The lady, Daniél, just escaped from the endangered city, only just missing the bus she saw George hop on only just before. Luckily, an officer could tell her where it was heading. Daniél wasn’t going to quit anytime soon, so she just hopped back into her car and went off in search of the bus.

After driving for an hour or so, she heard a crack of thunder. Which was strange, because there had been no lightning flash before. Daniél quickly lost that train of thought, it was both raining too hard for her to see anything, and raining too hard to let her attention slip. Like an elderly lady, she watched the dangerous roads for signs of potholes, overflowing areas and broken bridges. While she was watching the road, a faint, red light appeared in the distance. Four more white, bright lights appeared soon thereafter. They looked like headlights, but were very close to the ground, like those of a jeep. She could see the rain in the hard floodlights. The faint red light came from burning pieces of bus.

Worried, she parked her car just outside of visual range, having put out her lights as soon as she saw the red light. Whatever was going on, two jeeps, three armed men and a burning bus was never a good sign. From what she could gather, there were no others near the bus meaning the passengers had been removed. That included George. Whatever was happening, the three men were certainly guarding the bus for any stragglers, and were without a doubt not of the good guys. So, accordingly, she grabbed a shotgun, a Remington 870, from the back of her car, and pumped it as silently as she could. Then, through the power of silence and under the cover of night and rain, she approached the men standing near the bus in their jeeps. Only when ridiculously close, in a bush seven meters away, she jumped up. She must have been a terrible sight to the WSC men, only there to guard the jeep. Her hairs were soaked, and hanging a bit in front of her eyes, dripping with rain. Her white tank top was wet, and revealed a white shirt underneath. She was trembling with fear and anger, and wanted nothing less than to pull the trigger on the bastards. But she resisted, and just shouted: “Where is my brother, you pieces of cattle excrement!”

"Woah, Lady! Calm down! The bus was burned and we were sent here to investigated it. 2 of our comrades went into the woods, the bandits may be there." said one of the officers.

"Perhaps you should join us investigate it. There is a town near here, our men are investigating in there."

The men moved forward, with occasional 3-burst shot to their target, while the sniper and another men took another route to the woods, there maybe some bandits there.

"Sir, surrender yourself! We know you are bandit and responsible for the death of this people here. If you're not, however, we may need your help. State your identity and your mission in here!"

Tevan rised from his cover. Hands behind his head. "Tevan Venva. Independent freelancer. And yes I did killed those men. But the bastards that I killed were horrible people. David Linch was a rapist that had raped my contractor's daughter in the nearby town. He payed me to kill that fucker and his hired thugs. So you see, this is all legit." Tevan said.

"Another fine vigilante indeed. Sorry," as they lowered down their weapons.

"We're looking for a group of armed bandits here, they took many hostages. One of them is so important because she, is our target. And seeing your kind of job, will you want to work with us? It pays high, so high you can use it for anything. How's that?" said Ironplate, the captain of the 8-men team.

[Lancearc]

Old Man

Grumbling, he looked at Cymitia, "You may as well leave 'im here, darling. He'll be out for a good day or two if they don't bug him, that is, or we don't get thrown some place else." Getting up, his knees popped and his back audibly creaked at the strain. He was tired and his grumbling only got louder at the sensation of it. "I could use a hand," he said to her and walked off to wherever his next patient was.

"Take me to the fella," he groused at his 'hosts' who merely gestured which way to go. Entering, his trained eye immediately found the squirming man with an unsightly protrusion out from his shoulder. "Quit fidgeting ya big girl, the doc's here to rescue that arm of yours." The old man rolled his eyes as he shoved his sleeves up and looked around for a large bucket to fill water in and some clean clothes.

"One of you dopes out there got some medical equipment?" He hollered back to Bradley and his goons.

While there was no answer from Bradley (who'd surely wandered off to see to more important tasks within his little group of outlaws) one of the men did confirm that their leader had thought to supply the lone doctor with proper medical equipment, though most of it was just simple first aid there was also anesthesia equipment - if whiskey and shot glasses could be considered as such. If it didn't knock them out it would at least dull the pain for long enough. There was also morphine, though in a much smaller quantity.

Cymitia had thought of nothing better to do than follow the old man who'd helped Hunter, also taking note to go visit Thelin soon to see how she was doing. "I hope I'm not being a bother but I never asked your name." she said, hoping she wouldn't annoy the doctor.

[Chedastan]

Tevan rised from his cover. Hands behind his head. "Tevan Venva. Independent freelancer. And yes I did killed those men. But the bastards that I killed were horrible people. David Linch was a rapist that had raped my contractor's daughter in the nearby town. He payed me to kill that fucker and his hired thugs. So you see, this is all legit." Tevan said.

"Another fine vigilante indeed. Sorry," as they lowered down their weapons.

"We're looking for a group of armed bandits here, they took many hostages. One of them is so important because she, is our target. And seeing your kind of job, will you want to work with us? It pays high, so high you can use it for anything. How's that?" said Ironplate, the captain of the 8-men team.

"Sure, why the hell not." Tevan says to them. Lowering his hands from his head.