Allan watched the exchange between the two men -- they seemed old friends. It might behoove him to keep an eye on both of them then. What did he really know about Carpenter short of the fact that he was American, discharged from his own countries military and that he was now of of the Nine with him. They both wore the uniform though Jay had been gone for some time now -- personal business. There was a twinge of jealousy in that -- he'd been allotted time out of the barracks without a mission. Not that he was jealous long -- though Allan was wishing for a swig of the bottle with the pent up emotions.
The former Atharim kicked open a bag full of gear. Land Warriors? Were does someone like him get Land Warriors. Probably stolen. Allan wished to know more about the man's former allegiance. And he wondered how far he'd go to regain their favor. Would killing the Ascendancy, the Consul and two of the nine rods be beneficial to the Atharim? It would surely gain the former criminal organization some peace if they truly hunted men like them -- even if he was one of them.
Allan cautiously took a pair from the bag. How illegal was all this?
Like Carpenter he was impressed with the set up. The HUD was enlightening. The map was detailed. "Where did you get these maps? They are more detailed than what's in the archives."
The man smirked. "I don't sit on my ass all day doing nothing. I've wandered and mapped the tunnels."
But before he could respond, the Ascendancy and the Consul showed up. The Ascendancy came dressed to the nines to go underground. There was a bit of pride in that -- looking at the former Atharim wearing worn jeans and hoodie. He was the least well dressed of them all. But Allan had to wonder if the stains on his clothes were blood -- or something more gruesome.
The Ascendancy gave a little speech. Inspiring... Allan reached into the bag and grabbed two more land warriors and handed a pair each to the new arrivals. The bag itself was not empty. "What's with the rest of the gear?"
The former Atharim kicked open a bag full of gear. Land Warriors? Were does someone like him get Land Warriors. Probably stolen. Allan wished to know more about the man's former allegiance. And he wondered how far he'd go to regain their favor. Would killing the Ascendancy, the Consul and two of the nine rods be beneficial to the Atharim? It would surely gain the former criminal organization some peace if they truly hunted men like them -- even if he was one of them.
Allan cautiously took a pair from the bag. How illegal was all this?
Like Carpenter he was impressed with the set up. The HUD was enlightening. The map was detailed. "Where did you get these maps? They are more detailed than what's in the archives."
The man smirked. "I don't sit on my ass all day doing nothing. I've wandered and mapped the tunnels."
But before he could respond, the Ascendancy and the Consul showed up. The Ascendancy came dressed to the nines to go underground. There was a bit of pride in that -- looking at the former Atharim wearing worn jeans and hoodie. He was the least well dressed of them all. But Allan had to wonder if the stains on his clothes were blood -- or something more gruesome.
The Ascendancy gave a little speech. Inspiring... Allan reached into the bag and grabbed two more land warriors and handed a pair each to the new arrivals. The bag itself was not empty. "What's with the rest of the gear?"