Chapter 1
Asterales, the land over the hills and far away. The land of eternal winter. A land that doesn't quite fit the name. This country and its people have already experienced quite a hard time after the war, the losses the mass is unmeasurable, the economy just hit the lowest it has ever been.
The people who were gone after the war created a kind of snow ball effect, a solider die in the pit of bleed and flesh, his parents now have one extra invisible scar on their inner self, the soldier's friend, having survived the lates battle but seeing a big part of their live just, disappear in front of their eyes. And so on with the others.
'What the hell am I even rambling about.'
I should speed up to catch this next S.P.T to get to the cosplay convention before it's too late.
These things never wait for anyone. Like ever.
I rush to the station. On the way I see the familiar scenery. It sends me back. Tall castle like building covered in snow, small one that looks like taverns from the medieval age. It looked really beautiful and Ex ordinary when I just came here as a tourist.
Nothing can really replace this feeling when I get to see this place. I just can't explain this feeling every time get to see this type of architecture in this kind of environment. So cold.
Ah... I guess I came just in time.
Putting on an earplug I went underground.
"Hello sir, do you wish to buy a ticket?"
A young lady receptionist asked.
"No, I already bought it. Here"
"Alright sir. Have a good day mister."
"Thank you."
Passing the checkpoint. I waited for the bullet to arrive.
It arrived in just a few minutes, not even enough for a quick look at the phone.
"Please watch your step..." The automatic doors opened
I step in. Seeing the seats all filled, I took the handle dangling on the ceiling and stood there.
Seeing people around me, an old man sitting with a cane, staring into nothingness. He is one of the veterans of the great war huh. The ushanka says it all, the ushanka of that era sure looks very comfy.
"Warning, the door is now closing."
The announcement is the same, nothing real special. A monotone AI voice.
As the door is closing, I change the earplug to an earphone, put on a random song on my playlist and my main just went blank.
In 1 minute, I will be there.
"We are now in 'Enfield's station'."
Endfield's station, that's it. Kind of surprised that we didn't go supersonic. Whatever. The mall is about a 10-minute walk from here.
The building of this part seemly different in style, it has its charm, but I not really a fan.
The mall shouldn't be far now. I think I will know it instantly when I see it. Just a feeling though.
Woah. What a giant mall. It isn't called 'THE Grand Mall' for no reason then.
That's a lot of cars in the parking left from the mall.
The auto-sliding door opens.
...Holy shit, they didn't tell me that they rented the whole mall. God damn. Everyone is wearing a cosplay.
"Welcome sir, are you perhaps here for the cosplay convention?"
A person cosplaying a cat girl huh. Heh.
"Yep."
I show her my phone with the e-ticket.
"Alright sir, here is your badge don't lose it."
"Thanks."
"Have a nice evening."
Awfully nice, with that fake smile. I can't do that. How do they do that stuff man. Although it's fake but I can just misinterpret it as real sometime.
Andddd. Ah right in the middle of the mall too. Wow. That's even more people here.
It will be great if some of these people go take a shower sometimes maybe even using something called 'deodorant'.
"AYO! What up fam."
There he is shouting at me. My good old friend.
"Ayyyy."
"So, what where we going now?"
"To the bar we go baby!"
"Alright..."
Man's crazy.
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"I'm not drunk, you are!"
"Yeah, sure man."
Haaaa...
It's been pretty fun; I should return now.
"Let's go man it's late."
"Al-lright."
-Click
"Wah? A power outage?"
I bring out my phone. 21:24, not too late but still.
I open the flash light on my phone and try to walk out of the bar
Bang! Bang! Bang!
What? What? That's not gunshots, right?
The crime rate in the city just raised, but I didn't think I would be in a mass shooting!?
Let's not go there, shall we?
-Bang!
-POW!
'HOLY SHIT' A sudden bullet just ripped through the wall, almost hitting me in the face.
I instinctively lay down for cover but that won't work, I need to do something.
-PSSS! -PSSS! -PSSS!
"ARGA!" "OOF!"
"HICK!"
-thuds
Huh? That was a different gunshot sound... Police? The A.T.G? Please anything is fine, just help me.
"Two civilians down here."
Two people in full tactical gear wearing normal clothing. Are these undercover cops?
"Please help."
"Stay there on the ground."
"Leave when the light is turned back on."
"Understood."
"Good."
"Let's go."
-RATATATATATATTAAT
A firefight broke out. I can't hear anymore; my eardrums are ringing.
"I'M HIT!"
"RETURN FIRE!"
'I can't stand this'
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"Lancelot, U-31 is requesting back up"
A back up request huh.
"Too where?"
"The Grand Mall."
That mall. I heard there was a convention there. Hah... Why can't these people just stop killing each other. A war just ended, why do these people want more people dead.
"Understood, Lancelot out."
Another day of work begins.
There is no place for me to change in to my gear here. There is a toilet there.
I dash to the toilet and quickly gets my gear.
Let's see an AK-105 side fold stock, 1P87 and a flashlight.
And a G19 pistol.
Let's take this coat of and strip the rig. Helmet ready. Ah, almost forgot the F.A sticker.
I'm ready now, time to head out, but this cotton sweater is kinda bothering me. Don't have time to complain.
Putting the coat on and hiding the guns under them.
With helmet in the backpack, I made my way to the mall.
And we're here. Let's do this
I put the helmet on, the helmet is also a concealment for my face. The bullet proof glass also helps. Making sure all my guns are chamber and ready.
"Lancelot going in."
"Good luck."
Let's see, U-31. There.
Data linking to him in a moment. Connected. He's alive.
"This is U-10. Code name Lancelot. You there?"
"This is U-31. Lancelot, we need you now, we are cornered in the bar of the mall."
"Where is it in the mall."
"From the front door then Just straight right sir."
"Staying alive is now your priority."
"Yes sir!"
Distant firefight- Oh enemy 1 o'clock only one I see.
PSS!
Shatter!
I shoot through the glass fence. hit
3 more coming from the right.
-PSS! PSS! PSS!
-Slump
-Thud
-Splash.
I think it's that way. Left corner.
Yep, I see the sign. Aright, it is still far.
Sounds of equipment rattling and rustling, running there silently is impossible, good thing brought 9 grenades. Can't be stealthy now.
"!!!"
-Bang!
-Bang!
Tsk, almost got shot there, good thing they have bad shots, all of them missed.
-PSSS!
"Argh!"
That's number 4.
After the 4th guy fell on the floor there were apparently a whole squad inside the 3 more bar rooms that connect to each other that links to the bar and another squad were pinning U-31 down.
'Go grenades!'
Using my heighten hearing, I heard he grabbed the grenade.
Trying to throw it away.
-PSS!
-PSS!
That's number 5 and 6.
-BANG!
-WEEEEEEEEW
"ARGA!"
'Woah. Unlucky guy.'
-PSS!
7th guy. I can hear distant gunshots its, sounds like their having a hell of a fire fight.
Rushing there. Going through the bodies of dead terrorist, presumably terrorists.
'There. 4 of them.'
-PSS!
-PSS!
-PSS!
"BEHIND US!!-"
-PSS!
-RRATTATATTAT.
-Plug, Click!
The grenade is rolling on the ground and they somehow didn't notice.
"GRENADE!!"
-BANG!
-WEEW
-WOOOE!
Not anymore.
"Ah..." "Gurk...rr."
-PSS! PSS!
11.
"You good? U-31."
"Yes, I am. But I don't know about that guy."
A guy laying on his side with full gear. And a bystander, no two.
"I been hit."
The unity is laying on his sides breathing heavy.
"Alright, Hel. We got casualty."
"Understood, sending para-medics. Continue with the mission."
"First aid. Quick."
Thorax, thorax. Punctured lung. Pneumothorax on left lung.
"Exit wound none."
"Alright, how are you feeling."
"I'm not so good."
"State your Unit number and your Code name."
"I-I'm U-29, Code name... Nighthawk."
"Get the bandage."
"Yep here."
"Take the vest off."
It isn't much for this kind of wound. Kinda just has to wait for High grounds para-medic to arrive.
Best thing is to make him lay on his side for the time being. Let take to this senior citizen of Asterales.
"Hey, stay down for a bit you. And your... Dead? Friend?"
"Not dead and yes friend."
The bystander seems to be quite calm for this kind of situation.
"I need you to wait for Para meds to arrive and then you two follow them."
"Alright..."
"Good to hear you understand."
"31, you watch that door over there."
"On it."
"Alright."
About time we extract from here. I'm sure there is more armed terrorist.
"31, carry ground hog and let's get out of here."
"But that would be too dangerous, sir."
"Don't worry about it."
And so, Lancelot absolutely obliterated the terrorist in the mall. Not a single person stood tall enough to out shine the knight of the round table. With that done, she successfully extracted. With lots of grenade of course.
After the ordeal is over and changed up the fit for a coat for concealment again the same one that see wore.
Let's wonder around a bit and wait for High ground's command.
Wondering what was that attack for, I pounder about it for a couple of minutes and gave up. Probably just some stupid reason.
"Lancelot, High ground request the round table."
"Understood."
So sudden. I didn't even finish my patrol.
'To the round table.'
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We're here. All 4 of the round table agents are here too.
"Let's get to the point."
"There is a raise in terrorism in the area and we need you to station yourself in different specific locations."
Straight to the point. Doesn't care to change that attitude. Not that I detest it, just some remarks. The commander of the round table. Code named 'Godfather'. "The care taker of devils". What's with the devils, it's like the military is obsessed with it.
Why can't it be something else, it gets boring hearing the same name given to something with the same word every time.
The commander is kind of a guardian than a care taker.
"I will now assign your location now."
He sent the 4 of us a file. Inside is the information about the location.
Mine is a school. Backfield's library of history. Huh, library. It says that it's a college for historians. Alright, why?
Guess I will follow the order.
"Meeting dismissed."
"Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir."
It says that it has already in the uni and all I need to do is blend in. That's not too hard.
No uniform, causal clothing and a concealed gun case in the bag. The good old' Kalash.
And a partner. Code name: Arch-mage.
The guy that has the nickname "Devil's doll" sure has a pretty face. I never worked with this guy directly, let's hope we get along.
Also, there is an apartment we have to share with, conveniently close to the college.
The secret military underground complex has a lot of exits, but there is one that I usually take. The one that is next to an underground green house. It's abandoned. The green house itself isn't the door to the outside, it's just that the way is near the green house, the trap door is behind it.
Inside the green house is actual where I live. The place's origin is beyond me. Though old and the vegetation has grown out of control. The only thing keeping these plants and flowers alive is the environment of the green house with the water cycle and carbon cycle.
Its position on the map is an abandoned subway station, well near it.
It's time to get the gears ready. This time it's a white long sleeve shirt with two thick jackets. For the winter this fit isn't that uncomfortable, if you don't account in the gun behind the two pieces of fabric.
And the other gun is in the bag and secure. Hopefully no one can see these through the disguises.
Leaving the house, seeing the familiar rundown state of the station. Vines and rusts have claimed the for its home, the green and the contrasting futuristic design is strangely reminding me of the by gone days of the great revolution war.
Signing hot air in the cold, I get ready for the outside.
The cold handrail, gripping it. 'I should probably wear some gloves.'
The cold hard steel is now no longer affective to my hands now.
Plan is meet up with Arch-mage in the apartment. And we can discuss the plan further.
Among the snow-covered streets and buildings of great architectural designs, there stood a dullest Apartment building. Seems normal to me.
I walk in the building to find a rather good looking interior, in the middle there stood an old lady behind a counter.
"Ah. Who might you be, young lady?"
The old lady asked me with a voice I can somewhat recognize.
"Mother goose."
"The great one has retired. I'm just an ordinary babushka now."
"I need a dorm room. For two."
"Rent will be collected every month. Here."
Mother goose, one of the great agents of the Allied force.
From the great war to the great revolution, she was always there to see the grand theatre of the world, she would even be the one working in the back stage.
Now she is just a sweet babushka.
'Room 304' that it. I get into the room. There, he is already here huh.
"Didn't you say room for two? Why are upset, this is also my dorm room right?"
"Yeah, but why didn't you just enter the normal way."
"Well, this is normal."
"...You clean the glass; I'm not do it."
"Ah, I almost forgot. We now have to change priorities. To protect the school is now changed to protect the witness of a rather large scale of corruption."
"You mean, the son of the king."
"Close. The king isn't as stained with the disgust of man that much."
"Can you stop speaking like that."
"No."
I can't deal with this guy man. He is like the embodiment of the word "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis".
After that interaction, I concluded that the change was that we are going to protect a person of importance. I wonder who.
-buzz
I guess I don't have to wonder any longer. The commander sent the detail of the person.
It says 'The son of a brother.' and 'Ludwig J. Karseanrin' The Karseanrin. Ahh, old friend from war.
Lambert Karseanrin, the somewhat king like figure of Namietnie. Well, he was a king. He just stepped now and became president. Not much of a difference is there, he is only serving his first term. It wasn't that long ago when the people asked him to change.
Ludwig, his son. Not a lot of information about his is ever published to the public.
We have the info now; the other thing is the plan.
I searched the room to find Arch-mage in his room reading a book of some sort. His room is already a mess, it's only like one hour since we were here.
How does he do these things when the only thing he does is being lazy.
"Arch. I you got the plan."
"Sure."
"That wasn't a request."
He hands me the book it was a list of things to be done, Stright from high ground,
[ We have already sign you in the course of Kilo.
1. We need all agents to have a pseudonym. The pseudonym will be given to you when it's time.
2. Conceal all weapons, do not reveal to the public of the existence of the round table. If captured please refer to rule three.
3. There is two cyanide pills, do as you please.
4. If you in any circumstances that you were reveal that you are a secret agent, please inform the public that you were from are a feudal agent and tell them that this incident is confidential.
Good luck.]
The rules are the same. The was sent not long ago.
"Arch, you got the name?"
"Yeah, it's Lewis Evergreen."
"Weird name."
"Yeah, high ground has some weird preference for names."
Let see... This one. Rudy Drewski. Ha weird.
"I got the name. It's Rudy Drewski."
"That is arguably worse than mine."
"What was the course we are supposed to attend?"
"World history. It's like the only course that the college is known for."
"I figured. Anyway, the time to schedule. What is it."
"Here."
He hands he another piece of paper. It's the schedule.
I quickly skim through the paper. Alright, It's not bad. Tomorrow, we have a class at 9:00 am.
"Right now, what do we do."
"Do whatever you want."
"..."
Ok then. I am stuck, umm, let's set up my room. The house has, what I see three main rooms. The first one is in the middle, it's the living room and the kitchen, it also has a toilet, it's at the back of the room. And to the left and right is the personal rooms of the inhabitant. Mine is the right. And each room has a toilet too.
My room is as undecorated as the main room, white wallpaper, a window and a soft carpet. There's a pair table and chair, also bed.
After putting all the essential stuff out of the way. It is now the matter of winning the waiting game. It's going to be hard.
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A long moment of time spent sitting in silence for like, 5 or so hours pass.
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It's time to patrol.
Walking on the side walk of the dark street of the country side of Backfield.
It's strangely calming, the pure wind blow on my body. This is the place, I protected. People say I don't really think about the thing I been doing. Maybe this is the feeling. The lives I took, the opportunity that I burned, I still make me regret the past. I can't ever forget or forgive myself of the thing I have done-.
-Bump
"Ah, sorry!"
"It's ok."
That guy sure look familiar. Let's follow him for a bit.
Nothing so far, he has not found out that someone is following him.
Ah? That's is strange.
He disappeared. Did I lose track of him? No, it's only just a moment ago when he made that turn to the right of that corner. Is there a secret passage? I go check the place that the man disappeared. No, there is nothing. I even checked the ground, either that guy is extremely fast or he got taken away, which both of these neither make any sense? It's impossible to just be gone in matter of second after making a turn.
'No way...' At this point I informed high ground of this, supernatural event. I gotten the face of the man down.
"Good. Please continue with the patrol."
"Lancelot out."
That was one weird occurrence. After the that nothing of note happened. I soon returned to my apartment. This event got me think about the supernatural for a while. I got the chill for a bit too.
I sat down in front of the table and drawn the face of the man that night. After cleaning myself I return to bed, since I still have a pretty important order tomorrow.
-Zzz
Rise and shine. It's time. 5:00 am, getting dressed I took a look at Arch, he is gone. Probably out there now. Then I realized that, class starts at 9... mannn. I went to sleep again and set up an alarm at 8:30 am. And I sure that Arch is patrolling right now since he normally patrols during the day.
-Zzz
-Buzzz.
Ah. It's time. Again. I get ready to leave, the rifle is in the bag. G19 in the jacket. Not the best way to conceal a weapon. Next is just to leave.
Walking down town, seeing a lot coffee shops and bakeries. Fresh fruits and vegetables. It's very lively here, everyone seems to be blossoming in the weak sunlight. It the kind of scene that can make your will to live go up a little.
'You can't forget it, so don't try.' Those word you said to me, it echos in my head when I saw the site. I pounder it's meaning, for some time now, I can't forget them, the promises that I made into promises that never came true.
Ah, we're here. Backfield's college. It's giant majestic entrance to one of the most prestigious colleges in this country. It's not even in the capital yet, it probably wouldn't fit the image of the beauty of the country side if it were put there.
Seeing it now, sure is nostalgic.
"Ma'am, are you perhaps one of the students here? If so, then may I ask for your student ID."
A guard in a uniform of the old kingdom of Asterales. The one in the great war to end all wars. Thick white coat, snow white pants and black boots with fur on them, an ushanka instead of a helmet. Strapped belt with ammo pouches.
"Sure."
While handing him a bright red card, the signature of the students of Backfield from my backpack I can across a little strange thing. A letter.
That weird, this bag was in my room for the time being when I was patrolling.
I zip up the bag before the ominous silver suitcase could be seen.
Entering the gate, the feeling of nostalgia wash over me. The image of the grand lecture theatre, fortified with artilleries and heavy machine guns flash and combine with the current lecture theatre. It was almost like yesterday when the imagery took place. Still clear as ever, the smell of gunpower and ash.
A sudden gust of wind came right at me and snapped me out of the stare down I had with the lecture theatre.
Good thing I have a scarf on. I look up in the sky.
'Going to rain soon?'
Not possible. The temperature is too low for that. I guess it could be a snow storm. The world history lecture is going to take place at the main lecture theatre. The one right in front of me.
The way to the theater, it like a garden cold weather plants all over the world are all here in one place, being show cased. Basking in the warm sun. The feint smell of burnt flesh pierces through my nose, the arms of the Grenadian solider fell on the ground along with his half-burnt body.
There, the front door. This journey back in time sure is taking a lot of sweat of me. The trio of glass doors stand before me as I entre the hall full of theatres.
Hall 304. It's a little far west from here, there is the middle of the building is a little resting area, small plant pots and a big tree in the center surrounded by chairs. The lighting of the area is also very pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly dim on the front and perfectly sunny on the back.
Heading right, the hall should be not far from here. The fourth one of the doors. Ah, this one. Hall 304.
Inside is a spacious hall and long roll of seats with not a lot of people sitting in them, the front of all of the seat is the stage, in the middle stands a stadium, the back of the stage is two large plain of whiteboard, in between the two whiteboards is an equally large screen that is playing some classical music.
There, that's the man. Arch is already on him; I should sit a little behind him.
"Yeah man that's right."
"I know right that's one of the most banger songs I ever heard."
The identity of Ludwig is classified, so no one really know who he really is.
"Yo. Lewis."
"What's up?"
"Who's this, did you already get a new friend?"
"Ha. We just met. He's Ludwig."
"Ah, good to meet you mister Ludwig. I'm Rudy Drewski."
"Good to meet you too. Names Ludwig Pendrin. I hope we will have some good time with each other. Heh, since college is kind of boring."
Pendrin, an fake name for his sake.
"Riiiiight, what do say we do after this Rudy?"
"I don't have plans. But I just follow you guys and see what happens."
"Sure. Come with us when ever."
Small talks before the lecture starts huh.
Not too long, an old looking man, probably in his 50s, walks in. While he is walking, he took his very comfortable looking coat and placed it under the stadium along with his backpack. Revealing a long sleeve white U-neck shirt. With the logo of the Backfield college.
"Alright everyone, we have about three minutes left before the lecture starts. Prepare you tools and we will start the lecture."
"Or, do you want us to start the lecture early?"
A playful expression can be seen on his face when he said that.
"Yes, please!" "Yeah, start it early professor!"
"Alright then, we will start it three minutes early."
Then he took a computer out from under the stadium and connected the screen with the big one behind him.
"The great war to end all wars. The first ever global scale war in the history of man."
He goes on to explain the start of the great war, which it started because, one of the former Asterales colonized country of Grenadia became one of the super powers at the time and had some resentment for the three brothers of the east. Asterales, Namietnie and Grosekraft. Grenadia at the time has a lot of allies, but these allies were rather in the smaller scale, most of the allies were former colonized countries of the trio.
The brothers vowed to help each other we in need if they can in anyway. So, when the Grenadians declared war on one of the brethren, it means that they also declared war on the alliance of the brothers. And then an all-out war happened, it was a mix of trench warfare and lot of winter wars. When this happened the fires of the war spread throughout the world, the small axis powers attacked any country that has ties with the trio. The war ended in the trio's favor, but it also came with losses. One of the brethren has been assassinated. And that is one of the Grosekraft. And so, the brother was left with the two of them, Lambert Karseanrin of Namietnie and Alexsander Rurik of Asterales.
"Thank you all for listening to my lecture today."
"No problem pops."
"Hah, kido wait for me at the café."
"See ya."
"Hey Lewis, what now?"
"Hmmm, let see."
"How about having a walk in the market or something."
"Yeah, we just got here for the college so we didn't see much of the town."
"Sounds great man."
Getting up from the seat, stretching my back a little and follow Ludwig to the exit. It's now 9:47, we when outside the cold air touched my face, instantly woke me up a bit. I take a deep breath and asked.
"Didn't you eat any breakfast, Lewis."
"Nope, I just forgot."
"What??? You just forget to eat?" Ludwig replied.
"Let go to the market and see something you've like to eat them." I spoke.
"Alright then."
Leaving the back gate of the college, directly in front of it is a popular market filled with people.
"This one?" I asked.
"Sure, let's start with the popular one first." Ludwig spoke.
"The start of an adventure is ahead of us!" Arch added.
Walking toward the market sure is a little risky, with this much people. Kind of feeling ominous now.
The sound of people taking, bargaining and selling things with the joyful playing of street performers singing and strumming the guitar. The feeling of ominousness is fading.
Something caught the corner of my eye. I go check what it is. It's at one of stall in the sea of people. The face of the old women.
'Mother goose' She is here selling gem stones and broaches. That's a little comforting.
As soon as that through was in my head. She disappeared. Just like the man from last night. What?
"Hey! Don't just stand there, did you find something?" Arch shouted.
"Nothing."
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Ok, then I'm sure she is just hiding. Now let focus on the mission. Where is Ludwig.
There. He is still with Arch. Nothing so far, no sign of any attack happening right now.
Hm? That guy sure is walking a little Suspiciously, hands in pockets and it looks like he is going something.
Using the earpiece "Arch-mage, suspicious activity spotted. Lancelot."
"Arch-mage, copy."
The man is behind me. He is just walking though; he didn't do anything of note yet. Just walking quite aggressively, that's all.
A couple of minutes have pasted. He is still at the same distance from me.
"Lancelot, status up data. Arch-mage."
"Arch-mage, still nothing. Lancelot."
"Copy"
The odds of he doing anything right now is low, since there are a lot people around us.
"Lancelot, Ludwig has eyes on suspicious activity. Arch-mage."
"Copy."
This is getting a little interesting now.
Hm? The man is dashing towards me with his hands holding a knife.
-Kick
"Ah!"
The knife fell out of his hands.
"Contact."
"Copy."
The man tries to reach for something.
I quickly kick his hands out of the way.
Flies out a gun.
Grabbing the gun, I hold him.
"High ground, send detainer here. Lancelot."
"High ground sending detainer ASAP."
"Arch-mage, target is on hold. Lancelot."
At this point people from around us has noticed the commotion.
From the crowd walks out a man.
"Detainer, D-542."
A detainer in the area.
"Take him down."
"Take this too."
I hand him the gun.
"Arch-mage, Situation is cold. Lancelot."
"Copy."
I catch up to Arch and Ludwig. I asked
"What's the situation?"
Arch replied. "Seeing a lot of weird people around. They probably have some weird tools with them."
"Any sticks?"
"Possible."
"What are you guy talking about?"
"Just some weird dudes we saw on the way."
"Oh ok, haha. Hey this stall, let's go there."
"Alright."
There. Possible three guys around. It looks like someone is wear armor under his shirt.
That is very concerning. Let's just hope that these guys don't know what they are doing.
Come on now, this is going to be hard if I want to conceal myself.
"Hey, I will go find a toilet, I will be back in a bit."
"Alright, we will wait here."
Alright. This one here. There is a back ally here. Let go in the creak here.
I unzip my backpack and took out the case, inside is the AK and body armor, black face mask that blocks the face entirely and helmet. I take the face mask and wore it the body armor and the F.A sticker. Check the gun put the coat on again, and when out. The face mask is a digital one there is a camera on the mask and the helmet, but didn't take the helmet with me. The camera is in real time it's a night vision camera. At eye level, it will take some time to get use to this. I hid the gun on my back under the coat.
Fuuu.
"Lancelot, getting nervous are ya? Arch-mage"
"Nope."
"Ha. Good one."
It's time for me to return. Backpack still on. I walk in to the sea of people again. This time with guns in hand, hot and ready.
To be continued.