08-07-2016, 04:59 PM
They departed as a group. Behind the mask of his helmet, Jay deeply drowned when he saw Jacques. The man would live, but damn. His face was white as bleached sand, and the others said his coloring had improved after the infusion. He couldn't help but let eyes fall to the stump.
That playboy Jacques was still on his feet and not howling for his mother was shocking. There had been glimpses of genius behind the sarcasm, but Jay was never sure which of Jacques' portrayals was the authentic one.
Now he knew.
But the day was not complete. He hustled over when called.
Glad for the mask obscuring his reaction as anger flared across his eyes. That's where Natalie was. And a couple hundred pissed men were barreling down on her. They certainly wouldn't kill her. Unless she was caught in crossfire on accident. Pretty blonde like her would be an immediate captive, and Jay knew what these savages did to their own women, let alone a foreigner like Natalie. Once they found out she came from money, well, she would never be seen again. Not until they started shipping home body parts. His stomach turned. She was inches from a fate worse than death.
With the command came new details. Uploads flashed across the mask screen: maps, civilians, arms.
"Will do, sir."
He spoke with Vanders briefly, coordinating plans and departed.
The armored Legionnaires moved across town as fast as they could. Roads were almost impassable in places, but their map displays were constantly navigating new directions. They met resistance more than once, but they cut through the rebels last stands like trucks through corn.
Unless Vanders knew how to fly, there was no way they could get to the embassy before the Mende.
That playboy Jacques was still on his feet and not howling for his mother was shocking. There had been glimpses of genius behind the sarcasm, but Jay was never sure which of Jacques' portrayals was the authentic one.
Now he knew.
But the day was not complete. He hustled over when called.
Glad for the mask obscuring his reaction as anger flared across his eyes. That's where Natalie was. And a couple hundred pissed men were barreling down on her. They certainly wouldn't kill her. Unless she was caught in crossfire on accident. Pretty blonde like her would be an immediate captive, and Jay knew what these savages did to their own women, let alone a foreigner like Natalie. Once they found out she came from money, well, she would never be seen again. Not until they started shipping home body parts. His stomach turned. She was inches from a fate worse than death.
With the command came new details. Uploads flashed across the mask screen: maps, civilians, arms.
"Will do, sir."
He spoke with Vanders briefly, coordinating plans and departed.
The armored Legionnaires moved across town as fast as they could. Roads were almost impassable in places, but their map displays were constantly navigating new directions. They met resistance more than once, but they cut through the rebels last stands like trucks through corn.
Unless Vanders knew how to fly, there was no way they could get to the embassy before the Mende.
Only darkness shows you the light.