The Return (IC/OPEN)

[Dragonic Outland]

Midnight

London was shrouded in darkness. Mr Simmons sat in his comfortable leather arm chair, slowly savouring his glass of Romanee Conti. Looking upon the chaotic scenery of the city from his position, he was certainly unconcerned. All that mattered was the elimination of the Nevidians and the upholding of the pride of humankind.

He called out “Aren’t you going to finish your job?”

From the corner of his room, the White Lady emerged, her face covered by a white hood. She spoke calmly “Indeed, while you sit here enjoying your Romanee Conti, hundreds died. All this deaths for what you call pride of humanity.”

Simmons raised his eyebrows and said “Such accusations coming from a serial killer. Was that a joke?”

The White Lady smiled behind her hood, replying coolly “I am delighted at the fact that I could make you laugh while you await your final judgement.”

Simmons was getting annoyed and said harshly, “Finish up with my mutilated corpse and be done with it.”

The White Lady looked at Simmons, walking over and said “Well, I suppose you could enjoy your death.”

She snatched the glass of Romanee Conti from Simmons and took out the packet of poison of a deathstalker scorpion from her sleeves. She opened it up and poured it into the drink, before using a teaspoon to stir it together. She passed it to Simmons and said “Death by drink or death by knife.”

Mislead into thinking that he could die easily by drinking the poison, Simmons replied “Drink.”

Simmons drank up the glass of Romanee Conti, continuing “You have no idea how grateful I am for you to allow me to drink my last glass of Romanee Conti.”

The White Lady replied “My pleasure.” before grinning, removing her hood. Simmons was shocked to see the youthful face of Asuka. He said “To be destroyed by a woman. How amusing.”

Suddenly, Simmons grabbed his shirt, finding himself out of breath. His eyes widened as he fought against suffocation. Memories of his past flashed into his mind. His nagging mother, abusive father, irritating brother, beautiful sister, all died due to starvation after their jobs were taken away from Nevidians. It was this very reason he wanted Nevidians to be gone. It was this very reason he rised up to the challenge and became a successful politican. Indeed, he was pitiful. He wanted to avenge his family but he could not. Very soon, he was out of breath, lying onto his leather arm chair with his eyelids shut. His face was once of a peaceful man, unlike the brutal death he had to suffer. Asuka had completed her job, she made it look natural. Asuka walked away from the corpse and returned back home. Tomorrow, she would retrieve her reward.

[Altito Asmoro]

Meanwhile, Changer began again to climbed the roof, and now pulled out his rifle and loaded it again, and now began to targeting the man he looking for. Even though this maybe will cost him his life, he must rescues that Nevidian woman. No Nevidian women are the subjects of sex slaves or toys for the humans.

[Prusseusss]

Damned rebels.

While the bulk of the HGV forces had been directed towards besieging the large group of undesirable citizens inside Parliament Square, a number had been left to keep order and put down any rebel activity around the city. The lone soldier that walked through the streets now, Pat was his name, had been seperately from the rest if his squad when they'd been jumped by a contingent of rebels, killing all but him, he having escaped only because of a convincing 'play dead' act.

He was alone now, though, and tired, the streets abandoned.

---

"Move out, find him!" came the shout from the bottom of the abandoned building the Jakov had escaped into. His grenade had killed 2 and wounded 1, leaving seven of the men who'd cornered him to pursue up into the building. Three more men covered the fire escape, just in case he tried to slip back out.

---

Cymitia listened as Hunter gave an account of his actual life, instead of the lies she'd been told. Apparently he'd lived fairly close to her, the nearest town on the canal, in fact. "I'm sure your deception saved you a great deal if pain, but...do you regret it ever?" she asked.

The hunter watched the man,preparing his knife.He had been waiting to hunt for four years,and it was now time for the great hunt.Silently dropping from the ledge he was on,he stabbed the guard in the back multiple times,before stripping him of his clothing.The hunter thought nothing of this thing,seeing it only as an animal.After a half hour,he was finished,and he hung the skinned and mutilated body high into the sky,a banner next to it saying

The hunt has begun

[Lancearc]

Damned rebels.

While the bulk of the HGV forces had been directed towards besieging the large group of undesirable citizens inside Parliament Square, a number had been left to keep order and put down any rebel activity around the city. The lone soldier that walked through the streets now, Pat was his name, had been seperately from the rest if his squad when they'd been jumped by a contingent of rebels, killing all but him, he having escaped only because of a convincing 'play dead' act.

He was alone now, though, and tired, the streets abandoned.

---

"Move out, find him!" came the shout from the bottom of the abandoned building the Jakov had escaped into. His grenade had killed 2 and wounded 1, leaving seven of the men who'd cornered him to pursue up into the building. Three more men covered the fire escape, just in case he tried to slip back out.

---

Cymitia listened as Hunter gave an account of his actual life, instead of the lies she'd been told. Apparently he'd lived fairly close to her, the nearest town on the canal, in fact. "I'm sure your deception saved you a great deal if pain, but...do you regret it ever?" she asked.

Jakov had a plan.
This building was huge, and abandoned. Lots of curtains, and things to make noises with.
Also lots of large air vents between rooms.
Time for a lil' ghost story to scare them outta here..., he thought quietly, with a grin on his face. First, he'd scare the people inside the building into separating, so he could kill them one by one. And so, he crawled in the air vents, making little noise at all, until he reached a room near by the squad. He banged a pipe across the room, and made a chair fall over and slide towards the soldiers, then he snuck back in the vent and closed it, hiding deep inside the vent.

The men in response stick closely together--hauntingly were the least likely explanation for strange happenings when they knew for a fact the man they'd been on the hunt for was within, and he was elusive. The soldiers continued their sweep of the building, making sure to keep a man at their backs.

---

"We should probably get some sleep, it will at least keep our minds off the situation." Cym suggested, lying down and wrapping the blanket right about herself to ward off the cold.

---

"Shit man, rebels got to him. I think." a soldier commented upon spotting the skinned body, which they assumed was once an HGV man from the discarded uniform nearby. It was enough to cause a few in the group to vomit, adding to an unpleasant smell. "Let's go, there's done trouble on the eastern wall." their leader ordered, the men jogging off down the road.

[Vaxon]

Jakov had a plan.
This building was huge, and abandoned. Lots of curtains, and things to make noises with.
Also lots of large air vents between rooms.
Time for a lil' ghost story to scare them outta here..., he thought quietly, with a grin on his face. First, he'd scare the people inside the building into separating, so he could kill them one by one. And so, he crawled in the air vents, making little noise at all, until he reached a room near by the squad. He banged a pipe across the room, and made a chair fall over and slide towards the soldiers, then he snuck back in the vent and closed it, hiding deep inside the vent.

The men in response stick closely together--hauntingly were the least likely explanation for strange happenings when they knew for a fact the man they'd been on the hunt for was within, and he was elusive. The soldiers continued their sweep of the building, making sure to keep a man at their backs.

Jakov noticed this, so he'd have to go plan B.
He began whispering in the vents to make eerie voices.
"Get out...I am real...get out...", is what the "ghost" said repeatedly, his voice sounding as if coming from the building due to the echoing of the vents.
Now and again, when they weren't looking, he'd throw something to make a chair fall over or slide toward them.

[Lancearc]

The men in response stick closely together--hauntingly were the least likely explanation for strange happenings when they knew for a fact the man they'd been on the hunt for was within, and he was elusive. The soldiers continued their sweep of the building, making sure to keep a man at their backs.

Jakov noticed this, so he'd have to go plan B.
He began whispering in the vents to make eerie voices.
"Get out...I am real...get out...", is what the "ghost" said repeatedly, his voice sounding as if coming from the building due to the echoing of the vents.
Now and again, when they weren't looking, he'd throw something to make a chair fall over or slide toward them.

The soldiers continued their push through the building, glancing into each room as they made their way down the halls that were long abandoned and dusty, not to mention dark, the moonlight from outside offering no lighting to anyone inside of the confines of its walls. The cloak and dagger display by the Nevidian man was a complicated and impressive trick they'd imagine, but their was a suspicion behind it, and the voice was familiar in itself to those who had pointed their weapons at the man before he escaped into the building. One of these men took notice of a rather large opening in the vents, allowing for the entrance of an adult man, and the echo of the 'ghostly' voice. He pointed this out to his comrades, each of the soldiers stopping in their tracks, directing the barrels of their weapons to the roof, and proceeding to blast the vent system with rounds from their weapons.

[Prusseusss]

The hunter followed the group,a smirk on is lips.Sneaking behind one fo them,he drew him into an alley,before slitting his throat and moving on.After only a few minutes,3 of the 10 men were dead.HIs hands were now bloodied,and a grin upon his face.

[Vaxon]

Jakov noticed this, so he'd have to go plan B.
He began whispering in the vents to make eerie voices.
"Get out...I am real...get out...", is what the "ghost" said repeatedly, his voice sounding as if coming from the building due to the echoing of the vents.
Now and again, when they weren't looking, he'd throw something to make a chair fall over or slide toward them.

The soldiers continued their push through the building, glancing into each room as they made their way down the halls that were long abandoned and dusty, not to mention dark, the moonlight from outside offering no lighting to anyone inside of the confines of its walls. The cloak and dagger display by the Nevidian man was a complicated and impressive trick they'd imagine, but their was a suspicion behind it, and the voice was familiar in itself to those who had pointed their weapons at the man before he escaped into the building. One of these men took notice of a rather large opening in the vents, allowing for the entrance of an adult man, and the echo of the 'ghostly' voice. He pointed this out to his comrades, each of the soldiers stopping in their tracks, directing the barrels of their weapons to the roof, and proceeding to blast the vent system with rounds from their weapons.

Jakov was luckily not in the vent they blasted to pieces.
While in all the ruckus and such, he ran swiftly and quietly, and still having his pocket knife, slashed the throat of a soldier, before running into a different room and disappearing into the vents again. Jakov didn't look back and moved quietly through the vents and climbed down a floor to be below them.

[Mincaldenteans]

Morning 7 A.M.
Channel 5 - Breaking News

Humans First party Mr. Simmons was found dead this morning in his private room. Coroners are presuming natural causes, but autopsies would be conducted once Mr. Simmons' family have given the clear. The party has been informed and all representatives of parliament have expressed their condolences to the Simmons' family. While it is unclear when Mr. Simmons' will be entombed, Humans First has pledged to keep London safe and secure while they adjust the structure of their party. London is still in grips of a civil uprising and urban warfare has spread throughout the former capitol. Updates on Mr. Simmons' sudden passing will be made available when forthcoming. This is Channel 5 News.

End Broadcast

[Dragonic Outland]

Watching the television programme from the comfort of her bedroom, she laughed. Giving an unamused look, she wore her normal clothing to avoid additional attention while keeping the Tessens with her. Walking along the streets, she was not afraid of any riots occuring as she had seen much through these recent events. After a long journey, she reached the location she last saw Lord Edeson. Jumping from balconies to balconies, she entered the very room where she was assigned the mission. She sat on the chair, while waiting for the arrival of Lord Edeson ... and of course, her pay.

[Lancearc]

News of their leader's sudden death at the hands of an assassin had inevitably spread like wild fire throughout the ranks of the HGV's political leaders and their soldiers in the field. The nature of it was enough to invoke rage from most, while some had decided to throw down their arms and give up on the cause, though those were the few weaker ones. Most of the HGV's members responded with increased vigor in the fight, and a thirst for vengeance.

The sounds of gunfire erupted from the men guarding the barricade around Parliament Square, as the HGV troops who had surrounded the hundreds within had begun their advance on the makeshift barrier between them and the slaughter of everyone they had besieged.

Cymitia was shaken from her sleep by the sudden loud eruptions from the barrels of the men's weapons, both from within and from the outside if the hastily thrown together barricade which kept everyone safe for the time being. Cymitia rolled over, shaking Hunter, who had fallen asleep just beside her. "Hunter, wake up, hurry!" she urged in hushed tones.

She planned to assist soon, and was already reaching for her rifle as she rushed to awaken him.

[Vaxon]

Jakov climbed out of the vents after the soldiers left, and went to the medical supply room.
He found some pliers, alcohol, and a bandage roll.
Just enough for a temporary patch up...I can always replace it when I find a new bandage or something..., he thought to himself.
He grabbed the pliers, and removed the bullet, which wasn't very deep, inside his leg.
Jakov nearly yelled in pain, which he knew would attract the HGV to him.
He poured alcohol on the wound and bandaged it quickly, the bandage sticking shut.
Jakov was sweating and breathing heavily as the pain ended.

[Altito Asmoro]

News of their leader's sudden death at the hands of an assassin had inevitably spread like wild fire throughout the ranks of the HGV's political leaders and their soldiers in the field. The nature of it was enough to invoke rage from most, while some had decided to throw down their arms and give up on the cause, though those were the few weaker ones. Most of the HGV's members responded with increased vigor in the fight, and a thirst for vengeance.

The sounds of gunfire erupted from the men guarding the barricade around Parliament Square, as the HGV troops who had surrounded the hundreds within had begun their advance on the makeshift barrier between them and the slaughter of everyone they had besieged.

Cymitia was shaken from her sleep by the sudden loud eruptions from the barrels of the men's weapons, both from within and from the outside if the hastily thrown together barricade which kept everyone safe for the time being. Cymitia rolled over, shaking Hunter, who had fallen asleep just beside her. "Hunter, wake up, hurry!" she urged in hushed tones.

She planned to assist soon, and was already reaching for her rifle as she rushed to awaken him.

The sounds of gunfire awaken Changer, as he was asleep at his makeshift bed atop one of the roofs. While his father now fully recovered, he trusts that Changer will fulfills his ambition to be the righteous knight. Now, as Changer prepares himself to be able to does his mission, he will fulfills it which is to rescue that Nevidian woman from those filthy humans. He reached his rifle, and pray to his gods first for his own safety, before his plan to rescues her.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

George came sprinting towards the barricade, his long coat swirling behind him. In one hand, he held his revolver, and in the other, a megaphone. He shouted for everyone to take their positions, to prepare for the worst. His call was heard, and within seconds, the square was busy with rolling barrels and dragging munitions to their positions. Most of the men with firearms, bust also many women threw themselves on the barricade, with nothing sticking out above it but their makeshift helmets and their guns and other weapons. George himself was in the centre, commanding were everyone should lay down fire. He pointed, shouted, and even made some shots himself. There was no cover on the bridge itself, save a few pieces of debris, so it was more like a duck hunt than a war. Some HGV units, however, used planks and shields to cover themselves from bullets. Many worked, but some were just riddled with bullets as they tried to get close. One man, carrying the Red Flag of the Home Guard Volunteers, rushed up to the centre, probably in the hope of attaining some personal glory. We may never know, because George aimed his revolver, and made three shots. One missed, but one blew open his chest, and the next flew through his throat. With all the forward momentum, the man flew forward, squirting blood and guts all over the bridge.

Behind the barricade, people with makeshift melee weapons waited their turns. They were armed with spears, axes, fire extinguishers, hatches, knives, shotguns, all kinds of armour, shields, and helmets. If the HGV broke through, they would be ready to repel the attacks. They were commanded by Richard Junior, the Scot who brought blankets and food to Cymitia and Hunter. He himself carried a sledgehammer and a pasta pan as helmet. George himself was, in the meantime, planning for future attacks while shooting at his enemies. He shouted commands like “Shoot there” and “Do not use explosives!” The explosives had to be saved for a more violent attack, not a skirmish like this one. To be unknown is to be unconquerable, he had once read somewhere. So, the explosives, grenades and chemical weapons were saved for another time. Now, the gun spoke. Or any projectile weapon. A man with a keen eye had made a bow from some steel bars and a string. The thing was quite deadly, and at least three people lay dead with arrows sticking out of their gut. A forth had been shot with the thing near the side of the bridge, and the kinetic energy had lobbed him over the side. For now, the situation was stable. If they could hold out…

[Lancearc]

Cym had shaken Hunter and seen him move a bit, which was a good enough indication for her that it was time to take her rifle and bolt off. She wasn't entirely certain whether or not he was awake, though if she hadn't awaken him then the bursts of gunfire and shouting that had erupted in and around the square woul certainly do the job for her. It was nothing but mass chaos, as she'd expected would be the case in battle, where everyone scrambled about looking for the way to best kill off or slow their enemies. She certainly wasn't used to it and couldn't help but feel her nerves were running high, her heart beating rapidly, and she hadn't even fired a shot yet.

She was no expert on where to go in this situation, but she coudn't spot any significantly elevated ground around on the bridge. There was a long abandoned car that she could use, and it seemed the best option at the moment. She jogged over to the rusted vehicle and propped herself up onto the hood, using the point the windshield rose into the roof to lay the barrel of her weapon on and as cover to crouche behind as she began scanning for targets around the area. She noticed Hunter had run to join her, and she felt relieved.

The range wasn't much, most of the targets were closer than the two she'd killed outside the walls had been, but many were farther as they made their way down the bridge. She picked closer targets, as she wasn't exactly a trained sniper just yet. She spotted a man taking refuge behind a long abandoned vehicle, like her, but he was standing just a bit too tall to utilize the cover to the best degree. He would find a bullet lodge in his skull for the mistake as Cym worked the bolt at the side of the rifle and continued her hunt for more targets.

[Mincaldenteans]

Hunter only had 8 shots in the shotgun, 8 in a pistol and his baseball bat. He decided to save the shotgun ammo if they surrounded him and Cymitia, but for now his pistol would have to do. He was running empty quickly, however, as the spare clip he took would only last for a moment. After that it would be shotgunning their way to safety or hand to hand combat.

One of the HGV appeared suddenly in front of him and Hunter jumped, pulling the trigger on instinct alone as the bullet tore through the man’s vest and out the other side. He fell upon Hunter but he quickly pushed him to the left. More came and Hunter was taking shots and trying to make them count. He wasn’t keeping track which shots were kill or injury shots; there was no time for that. A trio came to his left and Hunter took aim, only to have the pistol run dry. Cursing at it, he threw the pistol at them in order to buy a few precious moments as he raised his shotgun and blasted the first person that charged at him.

The man flew back a few feet. His chest a ruin of red meat and his partners paused for a moment, staring Hunter down but likely contemplating their own fates. Pumping another round in, Hunter took aim again and fired, this one ripping through the second man’s leg as he shrieked and collapsed. The third ran, it was just unfortunate that it wouldn’t be the last one to tempt fate.

He re-positioned himself next to Cymitia, who seemed focused on taking out HGV at a distance. “Ammo? I’m down to 6 shotgun shells and we need to get the hell on out of here!”

[Lancearc]

Hunter only had 8 shots in the shotgun, 8 in a pistol and his baseball bat. He decided to save the shotgun ammo if they surrounded him and Cymitia, but for now his pistol would have to do. He was running empty quickly, however, as the spare clip he took would only last for a moment. After that it would be shotgunning their way to safety or hand to hand combat.

One of the HGV appeared suddenly in front of him and Hunter jumped, pulling the trigger on instinct alone as the bullet tore through the man’s vest and out the other side. He fell upon Hunter but he quickly pushed him to the left. More came and Hunter was taking shots and trying to make them count. He wasn’t keeping track which shots were kill or injury shots; there was no time for that. A trio came to his left and Hunter took aim, only to have the pistol run dry. Cursing at it, he threw the pistol at them in order to buy a few precious moments as he raised his shotgun and blasted the first person that charged at him.

The man flew back a few feet. His chest a ruin of red meat and his partners paused for a moment, staring Hunter down but likely contemplating their own fates. Pumping another round in, Hunter took aim again and fired, this one ripping through the second man’s leg as he shrieked and collapsed. The third ran, it was just unfortunate that it wouldn’t be the last one to tempt fate.

He re-positioned himself next to Cymitia, who seemed focused on taking out HGV at a distance. “Ammo? I’m down to 6 shotgun shells and we need to get the hell on out of here!”

Cymitia had just fired a shot, pulling back the bolt of her rifle once again after having confirmed that her aim had been true, an unlucky victim's lung receiving a bullet and a bit of difficulty in their function, ensuring an unfortunately slow and painful demise. She glanced down at the magazine of her rifle, removing it and glancing inside--only two rounds left in this one. The rifle had luckily had a few more strapped to its sides, so this wasn't her final magazine. "Enough, I hope. You're right though, should we get moving?" she asked, ducking behind the car as she spoke. She wasn't a tactical expert, but it did seem as though the HGV would break through eventually, and they would have to fall back to their second barricade, or into the parliament if things went even further south.

[Altito Asmoro]

Changer though about the current situation for now. He is behind the second barricade now, but what will he does? Help them or just go? He knows certainly that he must help them, but how? He is now behind the second barricade armed with his rifle, pistol, and his melee weapon. He just dropped and then pretends to got lost during his journey, and so help the people fend off the attacks. But he certainly knows, he must find a way to escort them out from here. He reloaded his rifle again, and again, picked another enemy far from them, although he doesn't know if it will miss or not.

[Mincaldenteans]

Hunter only had 8 shots in the shotgun, 8 in a pistol and his baseball bat. He decided to save the shotgun ammo if they surrounded him and Cymitia, but for now his pistol would have to do. He was running empty quickly, however, as the spare clip he took would only last for a moment. After that it would be shotgunning their way to safety or hand to hand combat.

One of the HGV appeared suddenly in front of him and Hunter jumped, pulling the trigger on instinct alone as the bullet tore through the man’s vest and out the other side. He fell upon Hunter but he quickly pushed him to the left. More came and Hunter was taking shots and trying to make them count. He wasn’t keeping track which shots were kill or injury shots; there was no time for that. A trio came to his left and Hunter took aim, only to have the pistol run dry. Cursing at it, he threw the pistol at them in order to buy a few precious moments as he raised his shotgun and blasted the first person that charged at him.

The man flew back a few feet. His chest a ruin of red meat and his partners paused for a moment, staring Hunter down but likely contemplating their own fates. Pumping another round in, Hunter took aim again and fired, this one ripping through the second man’s leg as he shrieked and collapsed. The third ran, it was just unfortunate that it wouldn’t be the last one to tempt fate.

He re-positioned himself next to Cymitia, who seemed focused on taking out HGV at a distance. “Ammo? I’m down to 6 shotgun shells and we need to get the hell on out of here!”

Cymitia had just fired a shot, pulling back the bolt of her rifle once again after having confirmed that her aim had been true, an unlucky victim's lung receiving a bullet and a bit of difficulty in their function, ensuring an unfortunately slow and painful demise. She glanced down at the magazine of her rifle, removing it and glancing inside--only two rounds left in this one. The rifle had luckily had a few more strapped to its sides, so this wasn't her final magazine. "Enough, I hope. You're right though, should we get moving?" she asked, ducking behind the car as she spoke. She wasn't a tactical expert, but it did seem as though the HGV would break through eventually, and they would have to fall back to their second barricade, or into the parliament if things went even further south.

"I don't see where too," Hunter admitted. "But if we can get into some place with more protection, all the better!" He fired off another round, the recoil hitting him hard this time as he wasn't steady when he pulled the trigger. The pain shot through his arm and Hunter hoped the weapon didn't break any bones. It didn't feel like it, but Hunter winced at the pain shooting through his upper body because of it. "Let's move out of here at least. George!" He yelled out, hoping the man could hear him through the chaos of the battle. Blood, clothes, armor, weapons, trash layered the battlefield. He pulled Cymitia with him, their guard up as best they could with the crowd everywhere.

"George!" He yelled for again, "I hope that guy didn't run off and do something heroically stupid," he said to no one in particular. He took quick aim and laid two more HGV men down, though they still moved, so it was likely just painful injuries. Serves them right, he thought darkly.

[Mincaldenteans]

Watching the television programme from the comfort of her bedroom, she laughed. Giving an unamused look, she wore her normal clothing to avoid additional attention while keeping the Tessens with her. Walking along the streets, she was not afraid of any riots occuring as she had seen much through these recent events. After a long journey, she reached the location she last saw Lord Edeson. Jumping from balconies to balconies, she entered the very room where she was assigned the mission. She sat on the chair, while waiting for the arrival of Lord Edeson ... and of course, her pay.

"Miss Asuka," Lord Edeson said pleasantly which was a little frightening considering what he was going to say next with the same civil tone, "Do that again, and the next time my guards will not hesitate to shoot you on sight. Preamble is a luxury we all can afford, however I cannot say the same of the men I hire. Twitchy lot, you understand," Edeson sat down across from her and signaled for a maid. The woman in her standard black and white smock appeared. "Coffee, my dear, light on the cream." She nodded and left quietly.

"Now then," Edeson said a little more seriously. He reached into his vest and retrieved an envelope, sliding it across the tiny table to Asuka. "As promised, your payment for the job. Well done I might add. We suspected the HGV and the rest of the what remains of the authorities would not accept natural causes for Mr. Simmons untimely demise, but what's done is done." The maid returned with a hot cup of coffee and a saucer. "We will be requiring your services again, Miss Asuka. I suggest you not leave the city unless you don't desire our continued business arrangement."

[Vaxon]

Jakov limped out of the back door of the building, and began limping towards one of the Walls around the city.
He hoped a medic there would help and protect him.
He had no other choice, going deeper into the city was suicide.

[Mincaldenteans]

"Steady... adjust it the right..." The man breathed lightly as he had another one in his sights.

"That's it buddy... just a little... now!"

The man pulled the trigger hitting his victim in the spine and through body.

"Good job, you're not half as bad as I thought you'd be! Oy, he's up by four Nevidians!"

"Ay, hell with you Chris, better than you bee doing half the morning!"

"Cram it, Joel, you're just lucky I'm around to help you guard this concrete piece o' shit."

Joel said nothing after that, looking out with a fierce grin for another kill to his belt. They had spent the last couple of days picking off Nevidians. No one would know. No one would care. There were bodies outside the perimeter of the city that littered the grass and foliage and access roads that led in and out of the former capitol.

"'Nother one! Let's see if you can do it without help this time!"

[Vaxon]

"Steady... adjust it the right..." The man breathed lightly as he had another one in his sights.

"That's it buddy... just a little... now!"

The man pulled the trigger hitting his victim in the spine and through body.

"Good job, you're not half as bad as I thought you'd be! Oy, he's up by four Nevidians!"

"Ay, hell with you Chris, better than you bee doing half the morning!"

"Cram it, Joel, you're just lucky I'm around to help you guard this concrete piece o' shit."

Joel said nothing after that, looking out with a fierce grin for another kill to his belt. They had spent the last couple of days picking off Nevidians. No one would know. No one would care. There were bodies outside the perimeter of the city that littered the grass and foliage and access roads that led in and out of the former capitol.

"'Nother one! Let's see if you can do it without help this time!"

Jakov saw the Wall. He put his hood up and hid his face.
"Hey! Mind helping me out...I got shot in my leg...I patched it up pretty good, but I'd like an expert medic to do it...", he yelled as loud as he could.
He hoped the guards wouldn't make him show his face, as he knew they seemed to not like Nevidians much.

[Mincaldenteans]

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[Dragonic Outland]

Asuka chuckled softly, replying "Indeed, indeed. My apologies I suppose." Swiping the envelope into her hands, she smiled. She replied "Perhaps, the HGV might be too stubborn to face the crafted fact that Mr Simmons had died naturally, they are still bounded by law. Without hard evidence, any accusations will be rendered void." She looked into the envelope to have a rough estimate of the pay before sealing it back, continuing "I am glad to able to serve you. I do not intend to leave London any sooner anyway, so I presume you know how to contact me." Standing up to prepare for departure, she said "Do I have to throw another smokebomb and risk having shot by one of your guards, or would I have the honour to be escorted out of here by a couple of your hired guards since I have no idea of the floor plan in this building."