"Urgggghhh!" Ricardo groaned. "Look at all this filth. Shit and all."
"Yeah. Get used to this." Jacques said, "This mission isn't going to end soon."
"You got that right."
"And it doesn't seem like the daemon even passed this way."
"No." Ives said. "But it did take a turn ahead."
Ricardo sighed. Jacques Ives's licht technique was more than just zooming in and out. It also allowed him to see in the dark.
"Didn't mention that to Blake, did you, your night vision."
"Oui. But he didn't mention his as well."
" He said his was soul. "
" And you expect me to know what the hell that is."
" Ah... "
" He's hiding a lot from us."
" So are we."
" No. We just don't want to say. He on the other hand is actively hiding a lot from us. Like intentionally. "
" That why you don't like him? And what was that thing about his mother?"
Ives looked at him. "So you do listen."
"Huh?" Ricardo exclaimed, irritated.
"I thought that entire conversation was just between the kid and I, since Zhao Fan cared less and you were trying to ask who was in charge. "
" I'm not dumb. "
" WOULD THE TWO OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND CONCENTRATE ON THE MISSION. " Martha said over the comms.
" Forget comms existed for a second. " Ricardo said.
"Yeah me too." Ives added, "My ears hurt."
"The target is a half-breed, not some normal daemon. Be absolutely careful. "
"Roger Roger." Ricardo said.
"We always are. Just worry about the kid. "
" Apparently where Zhao Fan and Blake are can't be reached. So we can only monitor the heartbeat."
" I don't trust these Shield agents. "
"They said they were part of Captain Reynolds' elite."
"Doesn't make it safer. " Ricardo said
"Yeah, not at all." Ives agreed.
"Then trust me." The voice belonged to Captain Reynolds.
"Well, " Ives said, "I don't trust you to begin with. "
"Hurry up already." Timothy called out, "We don't have all day."
"All night, you mean." Zhao replied.
" Whatever. "
Zhao Fan smiled. " You don't like me, do you. "
" No. And I don't like your squad."
" May ask why? "
" Why? "Timothy grit his teeth, turning to face her. "Jacques Ives. Former mercenary and assassin, taking out some of the most prominent men in the shield and the Inquisition. Ricardo Helms. Murdered three people in a gang fight over drugs. And you, " Timothy paused, getting closer to her, "Zhao Fan. Assassin. You have poisoned more people than a virus has killed at the mere age of just ten."
Zhao Fan smiled. "Fall."
"What the ... " Timothy exclaimed as he fell into the dirt water.
" Hehehe, so lame." Zhao Fan giggled. " For one it was only ten people I poisoned."
"Depends on who the ten people were."
" So you're saying if they were random people you wouldn't care? And besides, to be fair, all the people who worked there didn't make it out so... both rich and poor are dead. What's the problem."
" The problem is that... " Timothy stood up only to fall back into the dirty water. "The hell?"
Zhao giggled.
"Ah, so nice to bully people like you."
"You're a monster."
"Um... the daemon are monsters. Not me."
"Oh yeah. Talking about murder like it's a game."
"So are you afraid of me?"
Timothy grunted. "While the hell should I be... "
The blade was already at his neck. The cold hand of fear patted Timothy on the shoulder at that moment, as blood trickled down his cheek.
"Wow. So much for bravery."
"Damn you "
"Damn me indeed. A girl just trying to make up for a mistake she was forced into. But hey, it's not your fault. It's just the records on me after all."
" The Inquisition should have never picked you. "
Zhao Fan rose up to her feet and began to play with her hair as she walked away.
" Yeah. But they did. But who cares what we have to say! We killed people the world liked. As if you're any different. You kill when they tell you to. We're both murderers, but I guess the only difference between you and I is that I was an assassin, and you're a soldier so its acceptable, huh?"
"I'm nothing like you."
"Suit yourself."
Timothy tried to get up only to fall right back down
"HEY!"
"Hehehe."
Of all the people, why her? Blake asked. She had literally began talking about weird stuff, about how she supported the movement of people that said that the earth was flat and how she loved crepes. He was dead bored. Heck so much had happened in the span of time he had joined that he just wanted to sleep.
"... so, what about you?" Shasha said.
"Me?"
"Yeah, duh? Who else?"
"Um ... what am I supposed to say."
"All I know is that you're some kid called Blake Summers and that you're a newbie. Nothing more."
"Well,... my dad's an Inquisitor."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"What's his name?"
"I won't say."
"Come on... a hint."
"Um... he doesn't look like me."
"Well that helps. So, why did you join the Inquisitors?"
"I just felt like it. "
"Really?"
" Why does everyone respond that way. Is it a problem to do what you feel like. "
" Well as long as it's the right thing, yeah. But the Inquisition... that seems like a choice that requires a lot of thinking. Those your dad know. "
"Um... no."
"No?"
"Yeah, no. Don't tell my dad. "
Shasha smiled. " I promise. But, in exchange, you have got to tell me a few a few things about you. "
"There's nothing to me."
"Come on. Your obviously hiding something."
"Everyone hides something. Everyone."
"True. But you hide a lot more."
Blake scratcher his head. "I guess that's the way I am."
Blake stopped. Turning to the tunnel on his left. Something was there. Something ominous.
"What is it?"
"There's someone there. I think." Blake said. "Three people."
"Could be some homeless guys."
"With daemon in the sewer?"
"Ah..."
Blake skipped over the water, walking carefully through the dark. Shasha walked behind it. Looking at him, she could tell he was no ordinary kid. His aura was way of the charts. What kind of person had licht energy that made his hair glow? It was fascinating and at the same time terrifying. Imagine if a daemon got his hands on him.
Blake reached the light, and was shocked by his discovery.
Six canisters, three empty, three filled with daemon. "Oh..." Blake could only say.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Shasha said, staring at them in awe.
"The humans are still alive. It's like..." Blake said, "It's like they're trapped."
He turned to her. "We have to help them. They are still alive."
"The comms are jammed."
"Then we'll just have to take them out of here." Blake said, "Let's go call for..."
There was a sharp eerie sound in his ear which caused him to freeze. And then he heard the gun fire once. The bullet it him below the rib. Blake fell backwards, grunting.
Shasha sighed, putting the gun back in her holster. "Damnit." She said, "If only you just couldn't sense them maybe I wouldn't have to do this."
"Why."
"Well, a lot of reasons. Oh and don't try channeling your licht energy. If you noticed, the bullets negate licht energy."
"Bul... bullets?"
"Yeah, bullets. I shot you thrice."
Huh? Blake's eyes widened. Thrice?
"I really didn't want to do this, I really didn't. You seem like a nice kid. But then again, I have a job to do."
" Wait, " Blake called, but Shasha was already gone, leaving him to bleed out on the floor.