The mercenary laughs, "Oh, you gotta be kidding! You really decided that your best course of action was to join the Union?" With Willow's laugh and her demeanor, it had the trio on edge, not knowing how they should react to this at all. Already they had followed her to wherever she was leading them, but they couldn't shake off the feeling of something bad happening. "Ahaha! Alright. Listen 'ere: I'll give you a quick congratulations and a slow clap for having the balls to do that, but I don't think that was the greatest idea you've ever had."
"Oh yeah? And what consequences are we going to have to suffer because of it?" Mike asks triumphantly, not expecting it to be too dire of a consequence, and something that he can probably handle. "Well, the black market is at odds with the Union a lot of the time. Why's that? You can blame the differing opinions on how to do things. A lot of people here are just trying to survive in this world, and then there's the Union, all these happy go-lucky buffoons who got it easy."
A genuine question is raised by Pat, "How does the Union have it easy? There are still others being sent to battlefields, and they die out there." "Oh wow, they die out there, oh, the tragedy!" Willow responds in a dramatic tone, "A lot of people die out there, I've seen multiple others die out there myself, and a lot of people that reside here die out there trying to survive. Not live, but survive. Those at the Union usually have a cause to fight for. It's... more respectable, but that's the difference: They have a reason to fight, we only have a will to try and live another day."
Willow decides to take a hold of a grenade she was carrying and holds the pin, seemingly ready to pull it at any moment. "The funny part about all this is that a lot of mercenaries and assassins die out there at random, and most of them are forgotten in it all. But the Union, they make sure no one is a memory. They won't let a name go down without remembering what they sacrificed."
"But... then why don't you all join the Union then? That way it won't have to be that way," The point Pat brought up he thought was a good one, but Willow pulls the grenade pin without any hesitation. The three scramble around to try and find somewhere to duck for cover, but only do they now realize where they had been led. There was barely anything around them, so without anywhere to go, Pat and Alex ducked for cover, and Mike ran like hell.
They expected an explosion, but nothing happened. It was just a dud grenade. And the smirk Willow wore on her face showed that she was having fun doing this. "A lot of the guys down here are a lot more ruthless, it's the only way they know. If you were to take a pet and put it back into the wild, do you think it'd survive?" Pat was going to answer her question, but she answered it herself before asking another. "No. And if you put a wild animal into a household, do you think it'd behave? Again, no."
It was clear that she wasn't all that interested in what she was talking about, but she was just stating the facts about how things work, "Yeah, yeah, some can be tamed, and some can lose themselves with how they are forced to work on the other side, but that doesn't mean shit. Not everyone wants to lose what they already got going, and I sure as hell aren't relinquishing all my weapons due to me getting them in ways they probably wouldn't find 'right.'"
This time, however, she pulls out another bomb, this one having a detonator, and she holds her finger real close to pushing down the button. "Not like they really care, I've heard that things aren't what they seem behind the scenes. No wonder many don't buy the Admin's bullshit. Everyone's just disposable in his eyes. Though, I can't really blame him. It'd be almost hypocritical for me to be. No wonder some people I've heard just don't care about their lives when they're there anymore. They must've gotten self aware."
"Alright, Willow, I think you've done enough for today." The voice of Sebastian put them at ease, while Willow was upset at his arrival. "Great, here comes the fun police." "Well now that just hurts. I know how to have a good time, I just find explosions outside of fireworks as a waste. They take away the style of doing anything." An eye roll is what he got from her before she put the explosive device away.
"Like I said, you aren't any fun." "Trust me, I could throw a party better than you any day of the week. Now, leave them alone before I finally put a hole through that 'perfect' record of yours." Annoyance was obvious in his tone when reaching for his handgun. "At least let me go out on my own terms, would you?" Willow innocently asked. "And what terms would that be?"
She raised one hand up to her chin, putting a finger on it, pondering how to respond with her other hand behind her back. "Like this." With a click from behind her, a bunch of smoke surrounded them all, leaving her to disappear from the area with a laugh. Now left with Sebastian this time around, Sebastian looks back at them and gives a slow clap to them. "Well, that tells me how much you all trust me. And I thought my brother had trust issues."
Not before long, they all leave the black market and return to the deserted field that they were all at once before. All of them were standing there in awkward silence. Though, Sebastian began to walk away, looking away from them, still not saying a word. And wordless he stayed when he pulled out his handgun, aiming it at them.