>>6183806You rummaged through one of the many pockets inside your robe. Empty. What about this one? A mask. Not needed. A few more failed attempts. Aha! A lighter and a cigarette. Second one of the day. Maybe it would help you calm your nerves.
“Hey, S.” you called her out, flicking the lighter. Damn thing always got stuck. Again? Really? Finally, a small flame warmed up your hand. Lighters like these weren’t easy to come by for someone of your status.
You caught the flicker in her eyes. She’d noticed you, even as she struggled against the clash of blades. You had her attention.
“Make sure not to kill him, alright? Wouldn’t look too good for us down the line. Just incapacitate him, should it come to it.” Strange how you had better luck lighting this thing here, where the wind howled far more violently than on the ground level.
The elevator door slid open, a pair of blinking lights turning on besides the doors. A pair of figures stepped out from it. “What, you think I’m a psychopath? Of course I’m not gonna kill him.” Shelly’s voice rang out. She was amused. You had to split your attention between the newcomers and Shelly’s fight.
The first figure was a relatively old woman, her face lined with wrinkles. Her white hair was styled into a three-layered bun, and a small mole sat near her left eye. She wore a high-collared vest with a pinstripe texture, paired with brown and black trousers seemingly reinforced with some metal plates. You had no idea who she was. Most members of the Black Sheep concealed their identities behind drones. This one was bold, revealing herself out here in the open.
Behind her stood a massive brute. Well, brute wasn’t the right word. He was broad, solid, and tall. Really tall. You barely reached below his chest, and you weren’t short by any means. His hazel eyes, brown hair and short beard framed a face that meant business. His outfit was that of an olive-green coat draped over a classic black shirt and pants combination. Despite the sounds of the battle overhead, his gaze remained steady and unreadable.
“Should we be concerned?” His voice was deep and calm. Eerily so. There wasn’t a hint of fear or… concern about it.
“Not at all. They probably had some stress pent up.” You shielded your cigarette with one hand, lest the wind from the constant clash of blades snuff it out. “Black Sheep, I assume?”
“No. Just their guest. White Fang and Spider?” The man countered, glancing at the twins. The elderly woman stepped forward, her brow furrowed as she gazed up at the fight while exhaling sharply.
“Yes.” Both twins answered in unison, eyeing the man warily. You simply nodded, indirectly watching the battle unfold. That left only some remaining members of the Black Sheep. And, should they still be around, the Hana Guild and the Wave. There wasn’t much intel on those last two. One of the downsides of being the new kid on the block.
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