15 Determined Fanatic (1/2)
*Pant! Pant!*
”Where did that idiot go!” I shouted.
The smoke from the rubble made it hard to see. I stomped on the ground with anger, from behind me I could hear the three men under my command. I turned only to see from the right to left respectively John, Dale and Cain.
”Did you catch him?” Dale said.
*Smack!*
”Ouch! what did you do that for?”
”You buffoon! you can clearly see that child is nowhere to be found!”
”Now, now! let's all be friendly here.”
These three quirky men that followed are not just any subordinate under me, they were my friends. We've been together on many fields and always relied on each other. The grumpy old man was Cain, the light-headed person was Dale and the ever unifying character was John. Despite our differences in age, rank and personality. We respected each other.
”Shut up!” Sourly I uttered.
”Sourpuss...” Dale whispered.
*Sigh*
”Well, He might've not gotten far Hackmann!” As john said while nudging Dale.
I couldn't hope to disappoint Sir Bardel! He gave me this task and I plan on finishing it properly. I'd be too ashamed to face him now if I went back. As Squad leader and his right Hand man, I wouldn't dare to tarnish his name, better it be mine than his.
”John! Dale! Cain! We'll split up to search for that twit! Let's meet here after our search!”
”Alright!” They exclaimed harmoniously.
In agreement we each separated in opposite directions. I, of course went through the rubble that child made. Traversing through the jagged ground with it's entirety comprised of housing debris had been challenging.
”What made that child go through all of this...” I questioned myself.
I don't think that he fully grasps the situation he is in, Insubordination of higher authority could be his price to pay. But what troubled my mind even so was the fact that they let him off easily. If it was an ordinary member of the Liberators they would get punished direly for it. Disruption of operation was a heavy violation within the group, penalties would be issued, such as hazing or Isolation for days.
All these thoughts locked up inside but I wouldn't dare question the higher ranking officers especially Sir Bardel. Out of all these, one heavily outweighed the others and it was the fact. The fact that a recruit such as himself could muster Corr levels that rivaled mine...
Soon I found myself wandering the streets of the ever miserable Black market. The sight of slavery was ordinary, different races could be seen. Faustians, Deimosians and Elgans but they were rarely found.
Humans comprised most numbers of every slavery. You could discern every possible suspicious character you can find, this was the type of City Black Market was. Carefully I tread through the streets trying not to catch attention to myself.
Surprisingly, most people that came through my path would avoid me. Ever since childhood I've been known to have a rather fierce looking facial features, so maybe I fit in this dog eats dog world. Which was quite kind of offending to me that I started grumbling to myself. It's not my fault that my mother gave birth to this angry face of mine. Because of this particular reason it made my search for that meddling child quite straining. From a far I spotted a humble merchant, maybe I could get something useful from him.
”Pardon me...”
”Could you wait a sec!”
He said as he answered with his back turned. It looks like he was attending to his wares at the back of his stall. I waited patiently.
”Now! how can I help you?” said the man.
I tried to smile as cheerful as I could. The man faced me with an alarmed look.
”I-I'm sorry! I don't have money!”
”W-wait! I'm just trying to--”
He slammed shut his stall in front of my completely perplexed expression.
*Sigh!*
With a deep sigh, I tried to shrug off my aggravation.
*Thud*
”OI! WATCH YOURSELF!”
As a random stranger shouted at me, I took a look at his face and saw that his expression somehow exuded dominance. I ignored his undoubtful confidence as I passed by him. Even though it irrirated me so, I couldn't afford getting sidetracked. It would be a shame to the Liberators name and Sir Bardel as well.
In the following scenarios that same thing happened, my questions were thrown into the air as
they were answered with coldness by the people that received it or otherwise were completely frightful of my seemingly aggressive demeanor even though I approached them kindly.
At a loss, I had hoped that Yela was here. She was proficient in terms of tracking down and searching...
Oddly enough throughout my journey I saw a presence that seemed to tail me. I had to make sure, This may be a potential enemy from the opposing side and could have identified me. Swerved, curved and moving in all sorts of directions I moved trying to shake off my pursuer. The character was persistent as I could still notice their hidden identity, which was lacking thereof.