"What was that idiot thinking..?" Filippo sighed while looking at the comic book, "I should proceed back to Italy then.. Since my work here is done or rather, messed up.." he added before sitting on the couch.
The wanted posters of Marco, Rosamaria, Tomasso, Dante and Salvatore we're scattered around the New City. Several citizens were disturbed while others remained calm. The city was still on war, the security was tightened under the order of King Marcial. Carlotta and Nico has been participating by taking Hostilla's robots down, on the other hand, Romulis ordered half of his soldiers to participate while the quarter was assigned to find the gang at the Wasteland. But instead of finding Rosa, they saw the ruins of the chopper that the gang piloted.
"Rosamaria Acerbi.. the reward is nearly a million." Fuuniku heaved a deep sigh while looking at his daughter's wanted poster, Hanatsuki only looked at her distressed father. "Uhm...dad, I gotta go now.. Yoshikobi has been waiting..." she awkwardly smiled while bidding her farewell yet her dad didn't even noticed her. She looked down before walking away from the office.
Dorotea can be seen overthinking in her room, she hugged her knees while looking down. She's been feeling blue and deprived, she didn't even showed up in the cafe to help Piero on managing it. While having an identity crisis, her memories started pouring like a rain. There she remembered that Flavio and her used to be very close in the past, her anger consumed her after recalling that House Blount betrayed House O'Rourke. The severed corpses of her parents were vividly shown in her mind while Flavio's face filled with blood was a bit blurry. "It's do or die..." Dorotea whispered, "That's what he said back then.." she added, "Waldenhart you traitor..." she weeped.
Flavio suddenly sneezed while eating his breakfast, "I think someone has been talking behind my back.." he rubbed his nose, "You believe in that? Pfft.. you little kid.." Wilhevit giggled, "Hey it's true though!" Flavio pouted.
"Yeah, true, he jinxed Giusto. We all saw that, right Marco?" Dante looked at Marco while eating.
"Yeah.. Giusto choked on his food!" Marco laughed after gulping his food.
"Jeez.. stop talking while eating.." Salvatore deadpanned while stirring the soup.
"Stop being a boomer, strawberry." Marco averted his gaze at Salvatore.
"Stop being childish, blueberry." Salvatore countered while looking back at Marco.
"Blueberry... Strawberry.." Flavio chuckled.
"Shut up banana.." Marco and Salvatore said in sync while deadpanning at Flavio.
"Why you—"
"Uhh... Let's just continue on eating.." Dante cut Flavio's exclamation short, the towheaded lady pouted before eating.
After eating, they waited for Tomasso while preparing their things and cleaning up their camp. Rosamaria and Wilhevit came out of the tent, she helped Rosa on changing her clothes. She sports her black and white striped uniform she got from the jail and the brown shorts that Wilhevit lent her. For her footwear, she borrowed Dante's spare boots since their foot sizes are exactly the same. Marco walks toward her and let her borrow his purple jacket that he brought just in case someone needs it.
"Now where the hell is Tomasso? He's taking too long..." Flavio complained.
"Very long like talong ..." Dante added while hugging his sniper.
"What's a talong?" Wilhevit looked at Dante.
"Talong means Eggplant, it's from my mom's dialect." Dante responded to her.
"Ohhh I see..." Wilhevit quickly looked at Rosamaria while grinning.
"If you are gonna call me 'Eggplant', I won't let you." Rosamaria deadpanned.
"Awwwe..." Wilhevit frowned.
Suddenly, Tomasso can be seen running towards them while waving, "He's here!" Flavio finally smiled. After Tomasso reached the camp, he drank water before reporting, "The old camp of the Revolutionary Army is still there and intact, it's still okay.. but we can't just enter inside easily, we need three people to participate in the Battle Royale that will take place this night, who wants to participate? The purpose of that Battle is to determine if your team is worthy of joining in."
"I'll pass.. I can only snipe.." Dante sighed admitted.
"I'll participate.." Salvatore grinned.
"Me too!!" Flavio raised his arm.
"I will.." Rosamaria volunteered, "No, I won't let you. You're not in condition to fight. So on behalf of Delta, I'll participate." Marco winked at them.
"So.. Marco, Flavio and Salvatore.. the Team MFS." Tomasso suddenly laughed.
"Whats wrong with Team MFS— Don't you call us 'Team Motherf*ckers'.. ಠ_ಠ " Salvatore looked at Tomasso.
"MILFs are great Salvatore." Flavio stated.
"Yeah, I must agree, call us Team Motherf*ckers." Marco smirked while crossing his arms.
"Goddamnit I'm not a motherf*cker..." Salvatore muttered.
"Still.. if Wilhevit, Tomasso and Flavio would team up, then they're called Team—"
"What The F*ck." Wilhevit stared before Marco could finish his sentence.
"Why does the letter F always stands for the word 'F*ck' or 'F*cker'?" Flavio complained.
"Cause you are one Flavio." Salvatore smirked playfully, Flavio only deadpanned.
"Let's proceed to the camp now.." Tomasso brought the remaining bags before leading the team to the camp.
They walked for almost an hour, the heat oozing from the projectiles dried them up and made them thirsty. Because of the heat and emptiness, the Wasteland is currently dubbed as the 'Metal Desert'. For now, the ozone layer is slowly giving up, thinning and holes started occuring on the part of the Wasteland. The air is also contagious, it is polluted due to the garbage and smog covering the whole area. Not to mention, the team is currently wearing their own masks and goggles while venturing on the land.
They hide here and there, avoiding the robots that Marcial sent to find them. They knocked most of them and took one to examine the anatomy. Dante can see the silhouette of the camp from the peak of the hill composed of scrap metals, he sighed in relief knowing that they're almost there. The sun started setting before they could get to the camp, Tomasso led them and enlisted Team MFS' names for the Battle Royale. They waited in the arena, Wilhevit was surprised cause of how well organized the camp is, there's also a lot of people attempting to join in the Battle. Some are joining for entertainment while some like them joined in able for them to be officially enlisted as a member of the Revolutionary Army.
"Thomas! You finally came back! We're glad you are still alive and kicking buddy." a blonde haired man approached Tomasso.
"Wait... Aren't you the costumer who was intimidated by Delta's smile?" Marco asked the dude.
"Thomas? Is that your real name?!" Flavio exclaimed.
"Uhh.. I was intimidated by her smile and also... The horse meat thingy.." the man scratched his nape while responding on Marco.
"Ah yes, I haven't really introduced myself yet. I am Thomas Grey, actually I only used the name Tomasso Argento because.. it's like the Italian version of my real name. I'm a spy but... In a good way!" Tomasso averted his gaze at Flavio.
"I see, well allow me to return the favor. My real name is Waldenhart Blount. Not a spy nor traitor." Flavio responded.
"You guys are exposing yourselves..?" Marco deadpanned.
"Its introducing Marco, not exposing." Salvatore muttered, "Salvatore Fiore at your service.." he added.
"Whoa, you guys came from a well-known Houses! I am Harriet Fitzgerald, a member of a Revolutionary Army and also Tom's childhood friend." the blonde haired man introduced himself.
[End of Chapter]