The assault team and Fell waited for the fiery-tempered Johnny to wake up. As Fell didn't go easy on the policeman, he had enough time to get to know each member of the assault team.
The squad was composed of five members with Walter being their leader. Ronnie, Johnny, Rose and Dorothy were under his direct order. As he heard their stories, Fell began respecting the eccentric group.
Ronnie was one of Walter's oldest subordinate, and he was a fallen noble that lost his position in his family due to his inability to cultivate. Walter found him in the street, drunk and lost, ready to take his own life. He helped him leave his deep depression and managed to give the young man a new path in life.
Johnny was found in the Slums by Walter during one of his raids there. Similarly, he and Fell were both orphans from the slums, Walter found him malnourished and on death's door inside an underworld drug production factory. He took him out of hell and offered him a proper education, nurturing into the respectable man that he became.
As for Rose and Dorothy, they were part of the central districts standard class. They were recruited from the police force by Walter, and his eyesight didn't let him down as they both turned into superb units.
The Assault Team knew Walter's intent when he began explaining the origin of each member to Fell. He might not have the influence to force him into subordination, but turning him into a trustful ally was more than probable.
The hotheaded man didn't make them wait too much. His eyes cracked open, letting out a pained grunt, his brain was still very shaken due to his great shock it had received.
He tried standing, but his hand failed him. He felt a firm grip grab the shoulder part of his metallic armor.
He turned his head and thanked who he thought was his teammate helping him. What he saw was a black-haired juvenile face man, who looked at him with calm eyes.
He stared straight in the black-haired man's eyes; their deep amber color left him with a strange sense of déjà vu.
His mind cleared up a bit, leaving its muddled state, his memory flooded back reminding him of the recent events.
"You… you…" he blurted while pointing Fell with his index finger.
A smile appeared on Fell's face as he saw the armored man's state. He couldn't help himself but find the big man's act amusing; his sorry state was in clear contrast with his dashing MechSuit.
"Calm down Johnny. He's a cultivator, and your loss was honorable!" Walter's calm voice woke Johnny from his troubled state.
The troubled Johnny swiftly turned his head around, and found his companion surrounding him.
"A cultivator…" He thought.
"So you didn't use an underhanded method to beat the Gundroid that was underground?" He asked with expectation in his eyes.
"Yup, I completely trampled on it" Fell exclaimed while puffing his chest a little bit.
"Don't be proud of it. You damaged military resources," Ronnie's monotonous voice taunted Fell.
As he heard the fallen noble tease him, a blush appeared on his face. He awkwardly laughed while rubbing his hand on the back of his head.
"Incredible…", Johnny's lips opened as a sigh escaped from them, "Sorry for assaulting you, I thought you were one of those mischievous bastards from the Slums!" hate flashed in his eyes as he gnashed his teeth when mentioning their birthplace.
Fell caught a sign of the intense rage that existed in his heart, his childhood in the Slums followed with his encounter with the police officer Walter birthed fiery righteousness in his Johnny's soul.
"Now that you woke up, we should depart for the Main District." Walter's suppressed voice resounded from under his MechSuit Helmet
Fell and the Assault Team's member complied and left the Factory. As they walked in the direction of the Factory's main entrance, Fell was talking and bonding with the group.
The police members of New Casablanca soon learned Fell's easygoing nature and began bonding with him. Especially with Johnny, after fighting him and learning that he was a cultivator, accompanied with the fact that he was a native from the Slums. Their passionate talk soon turned into the center of attention.
Johnny's eyes shined as Fell recounted his story to the group, skipping the detail about his encounter with the Blue Emperor Anzar. The hotheaded police officer couldn't control his excitation as Fell talked about his fights in Gladiator's Arena, goosebumps appeared on his skin as Fell narrated his debut. Blood, broken bones and brotherhood birthed in Johnny intense envy to go there.
He could already see himself climb in the Arena's rank, standing in the middle of the sandy arena while being cheered by the crowd.
The group soon arrived in the main entrance, they crossed the security fence and stopped in their track. In front of them was a large black truck, on its side were four letters written in a deep red, NCSP.
The group boarded the vehicle and swiftly took out their MechSuit showing Fell their face for the first time.
As he imagined him, Ronnie was a handsome blond man in his thirties. His facial expression and posture clearly showed that he was part of the upper class, although time left deep marks that could be visible around his eyes.
Rose had fair facial features, and her skin showed that she was from a prosperous family. Although he wasn't confident in his sense of beauty due to being born in the Slums, Fell was sure about himself; Rose was a beauty in her prime.
Dorothy was a teenage girl, the baby fat that was in her face showed that she was still reasonably young. She sent a radiant smile in Fell's direction; a childish giggle accompanied her glistening smile; Her laughter made Fell recall the Slum's children that were playing next to the toxic puddles.
As for Walter and Johnny. The fiery tempered Johnny was a youth in his twenties, his honest face followed with his young features were a clear contrast with the Golden MechSuit that he controlled.
Walter was an experienced police officer. Having been through dangerous battles during his long career in New Casablanca's Assault Squad, his head filled with grey hairs and his serious face featured a long beard. A deep scar traveled all along his left eye, and several other marks of his history were engraved on his face.
The black assault truck left the Factory's entrance and stepped in West Highway. Fell was sitting close to a window, his heart pulsed in excitation as he watched the endless sea of Factory unravel in front of his eyes.