ShadowBroker
One Thousand Club
The Wardens
The Third Warden
"Truth be told, I had my doubts like any other. It happens when you are on the field ducking at the incoming fire and see your brothers die for the cause. They fade away in your sight as their life is squeezed away. I thought it through, I fought it to my last breath, over and over. It is only when I realize that once the war is over - our war... the only thing I will have left will be the memory of how many times I died..." - The Third Warden.
As a matter of fact, they were losing their target, the speed-key concept failing them. She could not run any faster than her legs would allow her. She could disappear, true... but she needed so much time to reach the group even then. Later on the speed was of no issue for the duo.
Patrick pulled her up and she did little of resistance, although she was not expecting such a treatment. Her hand held the hilt of her sword not to bother him on his dashing attempt to reach the target. The Third had nothing to say about the way he grabbed her, it served a purpose if anything, Mr.O never actually had any insightful conversation with her like with The Second. Probably because he thought they are all the same and unique at the same time, maybe he ignored that regardless who is pulling the strings, she is still a woman in her perspective... an undying kind.
Once the group was found by Patrick's computer, Third noticed his machinery began to loose on his bio-components only to further allow the possibility of his own survivable. She hop off once he allowed her and brought her sword alongside her only to thrust it on the ground and use it as leverage, setting both of her hands on the guard as she rested right on her position.
She found out the group was not as dangerous as it was... immature. There might be a better word as to describe it, but The Second would be the best at judging. Raw, illogical, unrestrained and unbound. A strange mixture between personalities none of them actually had a purpose to be together more than just coincidence, the pariahs that were brought together only for the fact they were castaway of this brand new world. A few of kind hearts, a few of evil ambitions, most of them without a path and the rest seemed just without a place in this colorful picture... just like herself, The Third. A few new faces, true... and among them she felt as well as new as them.
( FrostFire ) Kore survived, apparently. The First insisted she was in fact dangerous, and that take her head off now would save many lives. ( littleberry ) Snow alongside with her, the fact she is still alive earner the plant-female credit, even if The First little gave a care. ( Syphe ) Sera was the medic and such profession alone gained The Second's favor.( Kiroshiven ) The creature of the shadows was among the group, nor The Third or any other Warden stood in his favor - he just became a name on their list to be haunted, the Third would began to gain information about him before suggesting when to strike, unless he earns their approval. Beside that, the target, Scarlett survived as well, The Third gave her the credit she needed not to be in the list, though only in the name of Patrick, not by personal choice. The rest were either missing or not known to them, regardless that could change rather quickly in little time.
The Third continued to stand in place, not addressing at anyone unless Patrick needs of her.
Iamthemanfish
The Second & Fifth Warden
"Honor, family, brotherhood. We were brought upon this world with the ideology of Knighthood, one lost ages ago, forgotten by history. We never rest, we never stop, we never doubt or stand idle. We move forward and accomplish our task. We save the world from another disaster, from itself. Do not back away if you see us lurking in the dark, sometimes to find the most dangerous of monsters, you have to stare down the abyss... but never let it consume you." - The Second Warden
Keiji continued to rest on the camp The Second and The Fifth formed in order to give him some idea of home. The Wardens were not allowed to bring Initiatives to their bunker and safe heaven, they were paranoid to do so. The training still needed to cover not only physical but mental as well. They had to make sure the child was ready for they were about to ask him after all.
The Fifth and The Second did not have to rest, nor did any of them so they stayed alert around the camp. A few telepathy words were shared meanwhile. None of great importance beside of status and reports that were sent almost instantly. That is when The Second heard a noise but instead of checking it out, he turned around to face the boy resting next to the campfire, "Second - is everything alright?" the child seem not adapted to how The Warden were always restless. The Second did only nod before he knelt before him, "Don't worry, boy. But you must stand up."
The Second took his hand slowly and tendering as he pulled him off his sleeping bag, right afterwards a few arrows were fired from The Fifth's bow as he retreated to their position, the both of them hide behind a car as the bowman continued to return fire to looters that seem interested to steal from them, or so they thought. "We must go, now." responded the Fifth as he lowered himself to both of them, the child began to breath heavily though he began to prepare a piece of paper and create a creature to attack back. However the Second took it from his hand and tear it apart, "An eye for an eye and the world goes blind." the Second insisted as he signed to the Fifth for a moment before speaking back to the boy, "We don't kill the desperate, only those who fall to the chaos. The rest are just weak and unwise."
A bandit began to shout with all his breath, "Give up! You are surrounded! Give us your goods and we will walk away."
The both of them knew once the bandits saw them they will kill them, regardless what little they could offer, so the next to be done was rash. The Fifth took the boy from the waist and pulled his hand over his mouth as they ran back into the woods as The Second came out from his hide spot, impersonating an old weak man with a bow on its hand, there was only one sleeping bag, so the bandit bought it.
To be continued...
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